Episode 4
Taehyung: "From now on… you belong to me."
His voice was low, controlled, yet laced with an unmistakable arrogance. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he had already won a twisted game you never agreed to play.
You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to meet his gaze head-on.
Y/N: "And what if I refuse? Which, trust me, I will."
Your voice was firm, unwavering, but deep down, an uneasiness stirred in your chest. His smirk only widened.
Taehyung scoffed, tilting his head slightly.
Taehyung: "You really have no idea what I’m capable of, do you?"
His tone darkened, the smirk turning into something far more sinister.
Y/N: "And I don’t care to find out."
You turned sharply, heading for the door. Before you could reach it, a strong hand clamped around your wrist and twisted it behind your back, slamming you against the cold, hard wall. A gasp ripped from your throat as your back collided with his chest, his grip unyielding.
Y/N: "Ahh—Let me go!"
Taehyung leaned in dangerously close, his lips just inches from your ear.
Taehyung: "Shh…"
The sound was a mere whisper, but it sent a shiver down your spine. His breath was hot against your skin, making your pulse race—not out of attraction, but fear. Your throat went dry.
Taehyung: "You’ll see what happens when you disobey me."
The weight of his words settled over you like a storm cloud. Your eyes widened, breath hitching. Then, just as suddenly as he’d grabbed you, he released your wrist, stepping back. You whipped around, clutching your aching arm, but he was already glancing at his watch, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Taehyung: "I’ll see you soon, Y/N."
And with that, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving you standing there, your mind spinning. You exhaled sharply, pressing a hand against your pounding chest. Your gaze flickered toward the broken guitar resting against the table.
Y/N: "That arrogant jerk... Now I have to figure out how to fix this damn thing."
You shook your head, irritation bubbling up beneath your fear, and stormed toward the door. But the moment you reached for the handle—
It wouldn’t budge.
Your stomach dropped.
You tried again, twisting the knob with more force this time.
Still locked.
Your pulse thundered in your ears.
Y/N: "No way... He didn’t—"
Realization hit like a freight train. He locked you in.
Panic surged through you like wildfire. Your hands slammed against the door as you screamed—
Y/N: "HEY! OPEN THE DOOR! YOU HEAR ME, KIM TAEHYUNG?!"
Your fists pounded against the soundproof walls, but the silence that followed was suffocating. No one could hear you.
Your breath came in ragged gasps as your heart rate spiked. You reached for your phone, fingers trembling—only to see the dreaded black screen.
Dead battery.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes darting around the room for another escape. The walls were too high, the windows too small. The air suddenly felt thicker, the lack of ventilation pressing down on your lungs.
Claustrophobia.
A sharp, terrifying realization gripped you.
Your breathing became uneven, shallow.
Y/N: "No, no, no, this can’t be happening..."
You pressed your forehead against the door, hands gripping the wooden surface so tightly your knuckles turned white.
Y/N: "Someone... Please..."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you slid to the floor, hugging your knees.
Outside, the corridors were nearly empty. Most students had already left for the day.
Eunah was gone.
Everyone was gone.
But one person remained.
MEANWHILE—
Jimin walked through the deserted hallways, a stack of books in his arms. His steps slowed as he passed by the music room, his gaze lingering on the door. A nostalgic smile ghosted his lips.
Once upon a time, this room had been his sanctuary. A place where melodies drowned out the noise of the world. A place where friendship had meant something—before everything shattered.
Before Taehyung had changed.
His fingers grazed the doorknob. For a moment, he hesitated, caught between the past and present. Then, he turned the handle.
The lights flickered on, illuminating the dimly lit room.
His eyes landed on a trembling figure curled against the wall.
His breath caught.
Jimin: "Y/N...?"
His voice was barely above a whisper, but you heard it.
Your head shot up, tear-streaked eyes locking onto his.
Y/N: "Jimin..."
Without thinking, you scrambled to your feet and nearly collapsed, your legs weak from fear. Jimin was there in an instant, his hands steadying you.
Jimin: "Hey, hey... You’re shaking. What happened? Who did this?"
Your grip tightened around his wrist, desperate, pleading.
Y/N: "Please... Just get me out of here..."
Jimin’s jaw clenched as he took in your state—pale, breathless, terrified. His eyes darkened with quiet fury, but he didn’t say anything. He simply nodded.
And then, without hesitation, he led you out.
Here's your refined version with heightened emotions, deeper feelings, and Taehyung’s anger intensified.
Jimin led you out of the campus, the cool evening air helping you steady your breath. You felt better now, but he still looked at you with concern.
Jimin: "Are you alright now?" His voice was gentle, but there was a trace of worry as he walked beside you toward the university's main gate.
You glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Y/N: "I’m fine now… Thank you for saving me." You gave him a small, grateful smile.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your soft expression. That smile—it was so pure, so unguarded. It made his worries ease just a little.
Jimin: "By the way, how did you even get locked inside?"
At his question, memories of what happened with Taehyung came rushing back—the way he twisted your wrist, the heat of his breath against your skin, the cold warning in his voice before he locked you inside like you were nothing.
Your jaw clenched, but you didn’t want to drag Jimin into this. This was between you and Taehyung.
Y/N: "I… I just went there to check out some instruments. I guess the door had some issues and locked itself." You forced out a laugh, hoping it sounded convincing. "Must have been bad luck."
But Jimin wasn’t fooled. His sharp eyes lingered on your face, as if reading every unspoken word between the lines.
Jimin: "Hmm… yeah, bad luck, huh?" His tone was casual, but his gaze told another story. He knew you were lying.
You quickly changed the subject, trying to brush past the awkward moment.
Y/N: "Anyway, thanks again. You really helped me out today."
Jimin smiled slightly.
Jimin: "I don’t want to see you in trouble like this again." He hesitated before adding, "I mean… I hate it when my friends get into trouble."
Your steps faltered as you turned to look at him.
Y/N: "Friends?"
Jimin met your gaze, his expression sincere.
Jimin: "Yeah. Don’t you want to be my friend?"
For a moment, you were caught off guard.
Y/N: "Uh… yeah, of course. You saved me today, like a true friend would. I’d be glad to call you my friend." You smiled genuinely, something about his presence feeling warm and safe.
Jimin exhaled a quiet breath, relieved.
Jimin: "I won’t disappoint you, Y/N. Now, come on, I’ll drop you home."
You shook your head.
Y/N: "No need, Jimin. My home isn’t too far. I can manage."
Jimin: "But—"
Y/N: "Seriously, don’t worry. I’ll be fine." You gave him a reassuring wave before turning to leave.
Jimin watched you disappear into the distance, a small, thoughtful smile on his lips. There was something about you… something that made him feel different. From the very first day he had noticed you—subtly, quietly. And tonight, seeing you like that, vulnerable and afraid, had stirred something deep inside him.
But as much as he wanted to believe you, he couldn't shake off one thought.
Jimin: "Why did you lie, Y/N?" he murmured, turning toward the parking lot.
MEANWHILE
Hidden in the shadows, Sehun had been watching everything. He smirked as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
Sehun: "She’s out. And guess who saved her?"
On the other end, Taehyung listened, his expression darkening. His fingers tightened around the phone.
Sehun: "Jimin. He got to her before I could unlock the door."
A long silence stretched between them.
Then, Taehyung let out a slow, humorless chuckle.
Taehyung: "He saved her?" His voice was quiet, but there was an unmistakable edge of menace. "They’re friends now? Interesting."
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, the smirk on his lips sharp and cruel.
His phone rang again. This time, it was Joel. Without missing a beat, Taehyung answered.
Taehyung: "So, you uploaded the pictures?"
A pause.
Then, a satisfied smirk spread across his face.
Taehyung: "Good. Let’s see what happens tomorrow with our new toy."
He hung up, tossing his phone onto the desk. His jaw clenched, his fists tightening as he thought about you. The defiance in your eyes. The way you talked back to him.
He only wanted to scare you—just a little. He hadn’t planned for Jimin to get involved. And now? Now, you were trying to act strong, pretending like you weren’t afraid of him.
His blood boiled at the thought.
Taehyung: "Y/N… Y/N… Y/N…" He exhaled sharply, his smirk deepening into something almost dangerous.
Taehyung: "Let’s see how strong you really."
To Be Continued...
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