Taehyung: "Strip, Y/N."
His words hit you like a lightning bolt, freezing you in place. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest.
Y/N: "W-What did you just say...?"
You barely managed to stutter, hoping you had misheard him.
Taehyung: "I don't like repeating myself." His voice was low, unwavering. "I want to see you half na—"
Y/N: "Just shut up, Taehyung!" you snapped, eyes burning with anger and disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? What do you think I am? I'm not one of those girls who'll bow down to your every whim. So think before you speak!"
His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes remained cold.
Taehyung: "Girls are all the same," he muttered darkly. "Don’t act like you’re different. You crave my attention, don't you? You keep opposing me just to get under my skin, and now that I’m giving you attention, you’re hesitating?" He took a slow step toward you. "I don’t like wasting time. Either do as I say or—"
Your body tensed, but you refused to let him see your fear.
Y/N: "You’re unbelievable," you spat, your voice laced with disgust. "If this is what you truly think of women, then I feel sorry for you."
You turned sharply, walking toward the door, determined to leave this suffocating room behind. But just as your fingers brushed the handle, a strong grip clamped around your wrist, yanking you back with force. A gasp escaped your lips as you stumbled, your back colliding against the door.
Before you could react, he trapped you, both hands caging you against the wood. His scent—fresh from a shower, yet intoxicatingly dangerous—filled your senses, making it impossible to think.
Y/N: "Ouch! What the hell are you doing, Taehyung? Let me—"
He pressed a single finger against your lips, silencing you instantly.
Taehyung: "Did I say you could leave?" His voice was dangerously low, sending chills down your spine. "Since when do you get to ignore my words? Are you taking me for granted, Y/N?"
Your heart pounded erratically as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from your ear.
Taehyung: "I told you to strip," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "So do it."
His words were laced with dominance, with cruelty. And that was it. That was the breaking point.
Something inside you snapped.
Your hand shot up, aiming to slap him across the face, but he was faster—catching your wrist mid-air. His grip tightened, twisting your arm slightly, making you wince.
Y/N: "Let go of me, Taehyung!" you gritted out, struggling against his hold.
But he didn't. Instead, he brought his other hand to your shoulder, his touch slow, deliberate. Your breath hitched as you realized his intent. He was going to—
Y/N: "Taehyung... please don't do this."
Your voice was barely above a whisper now, laced with desperation, with fear. Your body trembled as you felt the heat of his hand ghosting over your skin.
Y/N: "I-I beg you... don't."
The moment the words left your lips, his entire body froze.
His eyes flickered with something unrecognizable—something foreign. His grip on you loosened, and for the first time since this encounter began, he looked... shaken.
Had his thirst for revenge really made him blind to what he was doing?
The silence between you was deafening, but the single tear that rolled down your cheek spoke louder than any words could.
Taehyung inhaled sharply, his jaw clenching.
Taehyung: "I could’ve taken this further," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "I could’ve humiliated you, embarrassed you just like you embarrassed me yesterday in the cafeteria." His voice darkened. "But I think this is enough to make you understand... Don’t ever raise your voice at me again. And don’t think of opposing me, or next time—"
He leaned in closer, his lips just grazing your ear.
Taehyung: "—I won’t stop."
A loud clap of thunder crashed through the sky, making Taehyung flinch. You noticed it instantly—the way his fingers twitched, the way his breathing quickened.
But you didn’t care.
The moment his grip on you loosened, you pushed past him, yanking the door open and running as fast as you could.
Tears blurred your vision as you sprinted down the hallway.
He wasn’t the man you had once thought he was.
He was cruel.
Heartless.
A monster.
Meanwhile, Inside Taehyung’s Room...
He clenched his fists, exhaling a shaky breath as he pressed his back against the door.
He hadn’t meant to take it this far.
He just wanted to scare you, to make you realize that you couldn’t challenge him without consequences.
But when you had begged—when your voice had cracked, when you had trembled beneath his touch—something inside him shattered.
Why had he stopped?
Why did his chest feel so tight?
Why... did he feel guilty?
Another loud rumble of thunder echoed outside, making his entire body tense. He turned on his heels, rushing toward the bed and grabbing the remote to shut the soundproof curtains. The room fell into eerie silence, but his mind continued to race.
He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily.
Taehyung: "Did I go too far?"
His own voice sounded foreign to him.
Taehyung: "I should be satisfied... but why do I feel like shit?"
At Y/N’s Workplace...
You arrived at the restaurant, completely drenched. Rainwater dripped from your hair, soaking into your uniform.
Your eyes were swollen, your chest tight.
Mr. Shin: "Y/N?" Your manager’s voice made you jump slightly. "What are you doing here? I thought today was your off day?"
You forced a weak smile.
Y/N: "I came to cover for Ji-hwa. She had to take her mom to the hospital."
Mr. Shin’s expression softened.
Mr. Shin: "I see... Well, I’m glad you’re here. The rain’s keeping customers away, so it’s quiet right now, but we’ll get busy soon."
You nodded absentmindedly, barely processing his words.
Your mind was still back in that room.
Still with him.
Still hearing his voice.
You shook your head, forcing yourself to focus.
You needed to forget about him.
But why did his touch still linger on your skin?
Why did his words still echo in your mind?
And why...
Why did your heart still race when you thought of him?
_____Time Skip_____
The rain had long stopped, leaving behind the scent of wet earth and a crisp evening breeze. You sighed, rolling your neck left and right, feeling the strain from your shift and that exhausting morning run with Taehyung. Your muscles ached—you weren’t used to running every day, and today had taken a toll on you.
Still, despite your exhaustion, you stayed behind at the serving counter, helping your co-workers. The soft hum of conversations, the clinking of dishes, and the warmth of the restaurant kept you engaged—until a familiar voice broke through the noise.
???: “Y/N...?”
You blinked, looking up, surprised. Your co-workers also turned toward the source of the voice.
Y/N: “Jimin?”
Jimin/Y/N (in unison): “What are you doing here?”
You both chuckled at the timing, but curiosity lingered in Jimin’s eyes.
Y/N: “Well, this is my workplace.”
Jimin: “Seriously?” (His eyes widened, surprised. You nodded slightly.) “I came to meet my uncle, but he’s not here. Then I saw you.” His tone softened. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”
Y/N: Why does he sound so surprised? “Is there a problem?” you asked.
Jimin: “No, not at all. I just thought my uncle only hired full-timers.”
Y/N: “Maybe he changed his policies.”
Jimin: “I guess so.”
Your lips curved into a small smile, and for some reason, Jimin’s heart pounded slightly at the sight.
Y/N: “Okay, now tell me what you want to eat. Let me take your order.”
Jimin: “I will, but only if you eat with me.”
Y/N: “Huh?”
Before you could refuse, a senior co-worker spoke up.
???: “Y/N, your shift is over. You can have dinner with your friend.”
Jimin grinned in triumph. “See? You’re free now. Let’s eat something nice—my treat.”
You hesitated, then sighed. “Jimin, I can’t eat here. Let’s go somewhere else.”
Jimin: “Fine. Let’s go.”
Y/N: “Give me five minutes to change.”
Jimin nodded, watching as you walked away.
_____________
When you returned, Jimin smiled slightly.
Jimin: “Shall we?”
You nodded, stepping toward the exit. Just as you reached the doorway, your steps faltered—your breath caught in your throat.
Standing a short distance away was Taehyung. His gaze was sharp, his expression unreadable, but the way he glared at you both sent an uneasy chill through your spine.
Y/N: “Taehyung…?”
Jimin (muttering): “What is he doing here?”
Taehyung smirked, his voice smooth yet laced with something dark.
Taehyung: “What a pleasant surprise… Are you two going on a date?”
You stiffened. How could he say that so casually?
Jimin (coldly): “I don’t want to argue here. Mind your own business.” He turned to you. “Let’s go, Y/N.”
You hesitated, glancing at Taehyung, who now looked furious at Jimin’s words.
Jimin walked past him. You swallowed hard and followed, trying to ignore the way Taehyung’s presence made the air feel heavier—until suddenly, you felt a tight grip on your wrist.
Your body jerked to a stop. Your eyes widened as you turned, meeting Taehyung’s intense gaze.
Taehyung: “You’re coming with me.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
You tugged against his grip. “Taehyung, let go of me—”
But before you could finish, another hand wrapped around your other wrist.
Jimin.
The sudden force between them created a silent yet charged standoff.
Jimin (coldly): “Let. Her. Go.”
Taehyung: “You wanna fight?” His jaw clenched.
Jimin: “If you don’t let go, I won’t mind punching you.”
Taehyung’s grip tightened. His voice dropped into a low whisper, meant only for you.
Taehyung: “Do you want me to create a scene here? Or have you forgotten about the contract? Tell your dear friend to back off.”
Your breath hitched. His words made your frustration bubble, but deep down, you knew he wasn’t bluffing.
You exhaled sharply, eyes flickering toward Jimin, who was still glaring at Taehyung.
Y/N: “No, Jimin. Don’t do anything. I... I can’t go with you.”
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly. Disappointment flickered across his face. Slowly, he let go of your wrist.
Taehyung smirked. “See? She doesn’t want to go with you.”
You turned sharply to him, eyes blazing. Y/N: “Who said I was going with you?”
Taehyung’s smirk faltered.
Y/N: “I’m going home. Alone.”
Jimin sighed in relief, but before he could speak, Mr. Shin called for him. He glanced back, momentarily distracted.
Taking the opportunity, you hurried out of the restaurant. But you knew—Taehyung would follow.
______On the street______
You quickened your pace, ignoring the sound of footsteps behind you.
Taehyung: “Y/N! Stop walking away from me!”
You clenched your fists. “Just leave me alone, Taehyung!”
Taehyung: “Don’t forget the contract. You have to obey me.”
Your patience snapped. “Taehyung, just go away! I don’t want to talk to you right now!”
Without thinking, you stepped onto the road—too lost in anger to notice the speeding car.
A loud honking ripped through the air. Your eyes widened in horror.
Before you could react, a strong force yanked you back.
You collided with something warm, solid, and familiar.
Taehyung.
His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest. Your heart pounded, but it wasn’t just from fear—it was from the intensity of being this close to him.
His heartbeat echoed yours, just as fast, just as erratic.
For a moment, neither of you moved. His grip was protective, firm, as if he was afraid to let go. The world around you blurred.
But the moment shattered when you realized—what just happened.
You shoved him away, breathing heavily.
Y/N (sternly): “Don’t you dare touch me again without my permission.”
To Be Continued...
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