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Sehun: "Oh, Y/N! You’re here too? Let’s go together."

He walked toward her, and I felt my patience snap.

Y/N: "Uhmm… yeah, sure."

She nodded, and Sehun started walking beside her. My grip on my sleeves tightened.

She was leaving. With him.

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath.

Taehyung: "Huh. Seriously?"

This version deepens the emotions, making Taehyung’s jealousy, Y/N’s hesitation, and Sehun’s teasing more impactful. Let me know if you want any more adjustments!

End of Taehyung's Pov

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Minsoo: "So we finally reached! This marketplace is even bigger than I imagined. Look at all this—arcade game parlors, bookstores, restaurants, so many different shops... We’ve got a lot to explore!" (he said, scanning the bustling surroundings with excitement).

You stood beside Eunah, your fingers loosely gripping the strap of your bag. A little distance away, Taehyung stood with Sehun and Stacey. He stole a glance at you, his expression unreadable, while you deliberately avoided looking in his direction. Pretending to be normal—that was your plan. But deep inside, your thoughts were far from calm.

"Did he really forget about last night? Just like that?" you thought, frowning slightly. "Huh… am I actually expecting him to remember? Ugh, no! I should be relieved that he forgot!"

But then, an uninvited memory surfaced—the way his voice had softened, the way his gaze had darkened with something unspoken. Your breath hitched, and against your better judgment, your eyes drifted toward him.

And then it happened.

Your eyes met his.

Taehyung was already watching you. His deep gaze sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. It was intense, like he was searching for something—an answer, a reaction, anything. Your heart stuttered in your chest. But before the moment could stretch any further, you quickly looked away, breaking the connection.

"Gosh… that was sudden… Calm down, Y/N. You should be happy that he forgot. Yeah. Stay calm." you mumbled under your breath, fanning yourself with your hand.

Eunah, catching your odd behavior, leaned in closer. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Y-Yeah, just… it's a little hot out here," you replied quickly.

Eunah frowned but didn’t push further. Instead, she clapped her hands, trying to change the subject. "Guys, why are we still standing here? Let's go inside before we melt!"

Taehyung, who had been quiet until now, suddenly spoke up. "Yeah, she’s right. Let’s go." His voice was steady, but his eyes flickered to you once more before he turned away.

Joel: "Wait, before we go in, we should split into teams. It'll be easier to explore based on what interests us."

Sehun: "Good idea. Let’s have teams of four."

Eunah: "Y/N and I will be in the same team, obviously."

Stacey: "Ugh, who’s going to be with them? I don’t want to be in their boring team." (she scoffed dramatically).

Eunah: "Trust me, Stacey, we don’t want you in our team either." (she snapped back, making Minsoo chuckle).

Sehun: "Okay, okay, chill, ladies. So… me, Taehyung, Stacey, and…" (he paused for a moment).

Lia: "Me!" (she jumped in eagerly).

Sehun: "Alright, that’s settled. Who’s joining Eunah’s team?"

Minsoo: "Joel and I will join them. That works, right?"

Everyone seemed happy with their teams… except for one person—Taehyung. His jaw clenched slightly, but he said nothing.

Joel: "Okay, we have our groups. We’ll meet at the lunch spot in two hours. I’ll text everyone the location. If anyone heads back to the resort, let us know."

Everyone: "Got it!" (they responded in unison, excitement buzzing in the air).

And with that, the groups dispersed, each heading toward different parts of the marketplace.

Inside the Market

Joel: "Wow, this place is massive!" (he whistled, looking around).

Eunah: "Oh my gosh, look! The famous tangerines! I heard this market is known for them. Y/N, let’s buy some!" (she beamed excitedly).

You nodded absentmindedly, but before you could take a step, Minsoo stopped you.

Minsoo: "Dumbo, we can buy them later. Let’s explore first!"

Eunah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, fine."

As your group wandered deeper into the marketplace, you couldn’t help but notice Taehyung’s group walking ahead of yours. He was laughing at something Sehun had said, but his body language seemed off—as if he wasn’t entirely present in the moment. You sighed, forcing yourself to look away.

That’s when your eyes landed on a quaint bookstore tucked between two larger shops.

Joel: "Hey, guys! Let’s hit the arcade. It looks fun!"

Eunah and Minsoo agreed instantly, their eyes lighting up at the idea. But you… you didn’t feel like playing.

Y/N: "You guys go ahead. I want to check out that bookstore instead. Just pick me up when you're done."

Eunah: "But we can’t leave you alone!"

Minsoo: "Yeah, come with us, Y/N."

Y/N: "No, seriously, I’ll be fine. You all should have fun."

Joel: "Alright, but stay here until we come back, okay?"

Y/N: "Yeah, sure."

Eunah: "I’ll be back soon!"

Y/N: "Don’t rush for me. Enjoy yourself." (you reassured her with a small smile).

She nodded before following the boys, leaving you alone.

Letting out a deep sigh, you turned toward the bookstore and stepped inside, welcoming the familiar scent of old pages and ink.

For the first time since morning, you felt a little at peace.

_Inside the bookstore_

Y/N: "Ahh... this place is so calm and beautiful," you murmured, taking in the cozy ambiance of the bookstore. Rows of shelves filled with new and old books lined the space, their soft, musky scent wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

As you wandered through the aisles, a particular book caught your eye. You pulled it from the shelf, tracing the cover with your fingers. It depicted a couple sitting under an umbrella, sharing a pair of earphones, lost in their own little world.

A small smile crept onto your lips. This… this reminds me of that night with Taehyung…

But as quickly as the warmth settled in, it vanished. Reality snapped you back, and your smile faltered.

Y/N (thinking): What am I doing? No, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. I can’t… This isn’t right.

Your fingers gripped the book a little tighter before you exhaled and placed it back on the shelf. You moved forward, hoping to shake off the thoughts lingering in your mind.

That’s when you spotted another book—a familiar one. Your eyes lit up.

Y/N: "Oh hey, you’re here too? Long time no see," you chuckled softly, talking to the book as if it were an old friend.

To an outsider, it might have seemed odd, but to you, books were more than just words on pages. They had souls, memories woven into their bindings. You spoke to them because, in a way, they had always been there for you.

What you didn’t realize was that someone had been watching you all along.

From behind another shelf, Taehyung leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on you. A small, amused smile tugged at his lips as he watched you chat with the book.

Then, suddenly—thud!

A book from the upper shelf tumbled down, making you jump.

Y/N: "Omo…! You startled me," you muttered, bending down to pick it up.

You glanced up at the shelf where it had fallen from. It was too high to reach. Your eyes found a small wooden staircase nearby, and without much thought, you moved it into place.

Y/N: "Let’s get you back up there," you said, climbing the steps carefully.

But as you reached the top, placing the book back into its spot, you didn’t notice the unstable leg of the staircase shifting beneath you.

The moment you tried to step down—it wobbled.

Your heart lurched.

Y/N: "Yah—!"

Before you could hit the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a firm, protective hold.

The world stilled.

Your breath hitched as you slowly opened your eyes—only to find yourself cradled in Taehyung’s arms. His deep brown orbs locked onto yours, unreadable yet intense.

Y/N: "T-Taehyung…?"

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just held you there as if making sure you were truly safe. Your hands instinctively clung to his shoulders for support, but the warmth of his body against yours was making your heart race dangerously fast.

Then, his voice came—low and laced with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Taehyung: "You’re not a superhero, Y/N. Why do you keep acting like one? So reckless…"

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His hold on you was firm yet gentle, and the way he was gazing at you… it was making your head spin.

He carefully set you down on the nearby table, stepping back just a little—but not enough for you to ignore his presence.

Y/N: "W-What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your group?" You tore your gaze away, trying to compose yourself.

Taehyung tilted his head slightly.

Taehyung: "Same question goes to you, Y/N. Where’s your group?"

You hesitated before mumbling, "I just… wanted to spend some time here."

He hummed, eyeing you carefully.

Taehyung: "And what do you think? Why am I here?"

Your heart pounded at his words.

Y/N: "I… I don’t know."

He took a step closer.

Taehyung: "I’m here for the books, of course." He smirked slightly, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable. "At least books don’t run away from me."

His words hit you like a brick. Your mind instantly recalled last night. The way he had been close—so close.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it quickly.

Y/N: "Since when have you been interested in books?" you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

His smirk deepened.

And then, before you could process it, he moved.

Leaning in.

His arms braced against the table, effectively trapping you in place. The air between you both grew thick with tension as he inched closer—too close. His deep voice vibrated against your skin as he whispered,

Taehyung: "Should I tell you what I’m actually interested in?"

Your breath hitched.

Heat surged to your cheeks as your fingers curled against the edge of the table. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unreadable, but undeniably intense.

This—this was dangerous.

Y/N: "Taehyung…" you whispered, voice barely audible.

He didn’t move back. If anything, he only leaned in more, his presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way. Your heart was beating so loudly, you were sure he could hear it.

Y/N: "Stop…" you finally managed, shutting your eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I… I can’t—"

You inhaled sharply, feeling the space between you both tremble with something unspoken.

Then, just as suddenly as he had closed the distance, he pulled back.

His expression shifted—just for a second, you saw it. Disappointment.

Taehyung: "Of course. I should stay away from you." His voice was softer, but there was an edge to it. "You made that clear last night."

You opened your eyes, your stomach twisting at his tone. It didn’t feel right—seeing him pull away like that.

Y/N: "I… I’m sorry."

A dry chuckle escaped him.

Taehyung: "You were right, you know," he muttered, glancing at you once more. "You’re not like the others. You’re different. That’s why I’m not sorry for last night."

Your heart stopped.

Did he just—

Y/N (thinking): Wait. Does this mean…? Last night… It wasn’t just the alcohol? He actually wanted to—

Before you could say anything, he picked up a book from beside you.

Taehyung: "I bought this for you."

You blinked, confused.

Y/N: "I don’t want it. Don’t waste your money."

His jaw tightened slightly before he smirked, shaking his head.

Taehyung: "I didn’t ask for your permission. It’s my money, my choice." He handed it to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a fleeting second. "And you will keep it."

You opened your mouth to protest, but his sharp gaze made you stop.

Y/N: "But Taehyung—"

He took a step back, eyes never leaving yours.

Taehyung: "Oh, and one more thing," he said, voice dropping into something almost gentle. "Don’t ever use that wooden staircase when you’re alone again."

You swallowed, nodding slightly.

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you sitting there with a book in your hands and a heart that refused to slow down.

At the Restaurant

Joel: I really had so much fun today. What do you say, Minsoo?

Minsoo: No! It’s just the opposite for me! I hate losing against you!

Joel: You know what? That was just revenge for what you did to me yesterday! Remember?

Sehun: Enough, both of you! Let’s order something to eat. And don’t hesitate—you can order anything you want because Taehyung will pay for this lunch. He has lots of money to spend on us… right, Taehyung? (He smirked, locking eyes with Taehyung, making him momentarily speechless.)

Taehyung: Yeah… what do you want now from me? (He whispered, leaning slightly toward Sehun.)

Sehun: Oh, I saw you buying that book for Y/N, so I thought… (He said just loud enough for Taehyung to hear.)

Taehyung: Lower your voice! (He whispered again, glancing at you to see if you heard.)

Sehun: You lied to us. Did you forget what we decided? This time, I’ll let it slide, but next time, I’ll tell both of them. (He gestured toward Minsoo and Joel.)

Taehyung: Did you spy on me?! Yahh, how could you—

Joel: Is it true, Taehyung? You’re paying? (He asked curiously.)

Taehyung: Yeah… order whatever you want. (He responded, trying to keep his tone even.)

Y/N: But I’ll pay for my own. (Your voice was firm, making everyone look at you.)

Taehyung: But I said that I—

???: Well, that’s what I expected from you, Y/N…

Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice.

Y/N: Jisung…?!

Everyone turned toward the entrance, their faces showing surprise. But Taehyung’s reaction was different. His jaw clenched, and his grip on the spoon tightened as he forced himself to keep calm. He didn’t need this interruption—especially not from him.

Jisung: Hey, guys! Didn’t expect to meet all of you here.

Taehyung: Yeah, well… we didn’t expect you here either. (His tone was sarcastic, making you glance at him.)

Eunah: Oh! Come join us, why are you standing there?

Jisung: Ohh, thank you. (He moved toward the table and—of course—took the empty seat beside you.)

Taehyung’s fingers curled into fists under the table.

Jisung: So, you guys don’t know?

Eunah: Know what?

Jisung: My batch is also here for the last day of our tour.

Stacey: That means your batch is also at our resort?

Jisung: No, we stayed at a different resort. But tonight, there’s a party at our resort’s club to celebrate their anniversary. You all should come! I heard Professor Lee might join too. So… what do you all say? Y/N, will you come? (His eyes lingered on you, his tone a little too affectionate.)

Before you could answer, Taehyung spoke.

Taehyung: No. We can’t come. Thanks for the invitation. (His voice was sharp.)

Minsoo: Hey, Taehyung, let’s go! It’ll be fun!

Sehun: Yeah, Minsoo’s right. We should go. (He smirked as Taehyung shot him a glare.)

Jisung: Y/N, you have to come. And I won’t take no for an answer. I want to introduce you to my friends.

Taehyung gritted his teeth. The way Jisung was so comfortable around you, acting as if he had every right to demand your presence… it was making his blood boil.

Eunah: Yup, don’t worry, we’ll come! (She said, watching Taehyung’s expression shift.)

She had noticed the way Jisung looked at you—like you were his. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted you to see someone who truly deserved you.

Jisung: That’s great! Y/N, let me order something healthy for you. You look skinnier than before. Are you skipping meals?

Y/N: It’s not like that… (You replied shortly, feeling a bit flustered.)

Eunah: Yeah, go ahead, Jisung. I’m sure she’ll like whatever you order for her. (She said with a teasing smile.)

You looked at her, eyes wide in shock.

Taehyung clenched the spoon harder. His patience was wearing thin. The way Jisung was acting like he knew you so well—it was infuriating. He wasn’t showing it, but you could feel the shift in his presence.

You stole a glance at him. His eyes darkened as he stared at Jisung, his jaw tense. He looked annoyed. No—he looked intimidating.

Sehun leaned in, whispering, Calm down. He’s just her friend…

Taehyung didn’t respond. Because deep down, he wasn’t sure if that was really true.

_At Your Room_

Y/N: Why did you say that to Jisung?! What will he think about me?! (You threw a pillow at Eunah, frustrated.)

Eunah: Calm down, girl! I said it because I want you to be with him! He’s handsome, sweet, and I bet he likes you!

Y/N: But, Eunah… I don’t think I like him like that. I only see him as a friend. (You sat down, sighing.)

Eunah: Then… you like someone else? (She wiggled her eyebrows.)

Your breath hitched. One name, one face, kept flashing in your mind.

Taehyung.

No matter how much you told yourself not to think about him, you always ended up lost in his presence, his words, his glances. What was this feeling? Was it… real? Or just an attraction?

Y/N: Ahh, no! Just don’t ask me these things! My head is so messed up right now! (You groaned, lying on your bed.)

Eunah: That means there’s definitely someone… (She smirked.)

Y/N: Yahh! What are you thinking?! (You glared at her suspiciously.)

Eunah: Uhmm… nothing. (She eyed the book on your nightstand—the one Taehyung had secretly bought for you.) By the way, you really bought a book from that bookstore?

Your heart skipped.

You instantly recalled how close you and Taehyung had been in that bookstore—how his breath had fanned against your skin, how your fingers had brushed against each other. Your cheeks burned.

You shrugged it off. Yeah, I just bought it. (You mumbled, quickly changing the topic.) By the way, you never told me how you, Minsoo, and Joel became friends.

Eunah: Ahh, actually, Minsoo is our team captain and lead swimmer. We practice together, and slowly, we got close. Joel sometimes came to meet him, and that’s how we all became friends. At least they’re not like Taehyung, who always causes trouble! (She huffed.)

Y/N: No… actually, he’s not as bad as we thought. (You found yourself defending him.)

Eunah: Woahhh… Y/N, you’re seriously taking his side? After everything he did to you?

You hesitated. I’m not taking his side… I just think he has a different side he doesn’t show to everyone.

Eunah: Are you saying he actually has feelings?

Y/N: Maybe…

Eunah: Tch. (She rolled her eyes.)

Y/N: Why are we even arguing about this? (You sighed.) Anyway, I’m happy you’re making new friends. (You smiled, but a hint of sadness lingered.)

Eunah: Yahh, no matter how many friends I make, you’ll always be my number one. (She hugged you.)

Y/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, let me go. Pick your outfit for tonight’s party while I pack my stuff.

Eunah: Fine. I’ll pick one for you too. (She grinned.)

But deep down, your thoughts were somewhere else. Or rather, on someone else.

_Time Skip_

The resort was alive with flashing neon lights and music that pulsed through the air, blending with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and rhythmic dance moves. People were lost in the night’s energy, swaying to the music, immersed in their own little worlds.

You entered the club with Eunah, feeling slightly uneasy in your fitted off-shoulder dress. The white and royal green fabric hugged your frame perfectly, accentuating your elegance. You hadn’t planned on wearing it, but Eunah had begged you to try something different for once. Now, standing under the shimmering lights, you felt exposed yet strangely confident.

As you scanned the crowd, your gaze locked onto him.

Taehyung.

Sitting at the bar, sipping his drink, he was effortlessly breathtaking in his black fitted shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing the veins on his forearm. His fingers toyed with the rim of his glass, but his focus had completely shifted. His eyes widened the moment they landed on you, and for a fleeting second, time seemed to stop. His grip on the glass tightened.

"She’s… breathtaking." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Sehun caught it.

"Stop staring at her like you’re in some tragic love story, Romeo." Sehun smirked, nudging him playfully.

But Taehyung barely heard him. His attention was stolen, held captive by you.

Minsoo waved you and Eunah over, pulling you into their circle. Meanwhile, Stacey and her minions shot daggers at you with their eyes.

"Why did they even come?" Stacey muttered, her lips curling in irritation.

Joel raised an eyebrow. "Did you say something?"

She quickly masked her annoyance. "Nope. Nothing. Let’s go, girls." With that, she and her group strutted away towards the dance floor, their fake smiles plastered on their faces.

You ignored them.

"Wow," Joel commented, taking in your appearance. "You both look amazing tonight."

"Thanks!" Eunah grinned.

"Thank you," you said, flashing a polite smile before shifting your gaze elsewhere.

Just then, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"Y/N?"

You turned to find Jisung standing there, his eyes widening in surprise. He let out a low whistle. "Oh wow… you look absolutely stunning. I mean, seriously, you’re glowing tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you, Jisung. You look good too."

Jisung chuckled. "Come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends." Without hesitation, he gently took your arm, guiding you toward a different section of the club.

You didn’t think much of it—after all, he was just a friend. But someone else did.

Taehyung.

He exhaled sharply, gripping his drink tighter, frustration seeping into his veins.

Sehun, noticing his tense posture, leaned in. "Dude, relax. He’s just her friend."

Taehyung scoffed, his jaw clenching. "Yeah? Then tell me why the hell he’s looking at her like that? And why is she letting him hold her arm?"

Sehun chuckled. "Well, if you don’t like it, maybe you should do something about it instead of sitting here sulking like a jealous boyfriend."

Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he watched Jisung leading you toward the dance floor. His frustration reached its peak when he saw Jisung pulling you closer, moving in sync with the music.

His grip on the glass trembled before he slammed it down onto the counter. "How dare he?" His voice was dangerously low, his body tense. "He’s actually dancing with her…?"

Sehun smirked. "Not just dancing. Flirting too. And I gotta say, he’s good at it."

Taehyung shot him a deadly glare.

"And, oh, look at our monkey friends." Sehun pointed toward Minsoo and Joel, who were dancing like absolute idiots, completely oblivious to Taehyung’s internal storm.

But Taehyung couldn’t care less about them. His entire focus was on you.

Jisung twirled you around, making you laugh. That was it. That was the final straw.

"Fuck this." Taehyung growled, gulping down the rest of his drink before standing up abruptly. He was about to march toward the dance floor when Sehun grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

Taehyung turned around, his glare sharp. "Let me go, Sehun."

Sehun sighed. "Calm down, dude. What are you even doing right now? Weren’t you the one who said you don’t love her? That you just ‘care’ about her? Then why the hell do you look like a possessive, jealous boyfriend right now?"

Taehyung froze.

Sehun stepped closer, his expression serious. "If you don’t love her, why does it bother you this much?"

"I—" Taehyung opened his mouth but stopped. His thoughts were a mess. His heart was pounding.

"Be honest with yourself," Sehun continued. "If you don’t want her, let her go. Let someone else confess to her. Let someone else win her over. Let someone else—"

"Stop it." Taehyung’s voice was laced with frustration.

"But I’m just saying facts. You said you don’t lo—"

"I love her."

The words slipped out before Taehyung could stop them. His own voice echoed in his ears. His heart slammed against his ribs. He had been suppressing it for so long, burying it under layers of denial. But tonight… it came crashing down.

Sehun’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk. "Well, there you have it. You love her."

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, his breathing heavy. "Damn it."

Sehun chuckled. "So, what are you gonna do about it, lover boy?"

Taehyung looked up, determination flickering in his eyes. "I need to tell her."

He turned his head toward the dance floor—only to realize you weren’t there anymore.

His stomach twisted. His eyes scanned the room, then landed on Jisung, leading you out of the club.

Taehyung clenched his fists.

"Hell no."

Without wasting another second, he stormed toward the exit, determined to claim what was his before it was too late.

Here’s a refined version with deeper emotions, intensified jealousy, and heightened romantic tension:

Under the Starlit Confession

The night air was crisp, the soft glow of moonlight casting an ethereal shine over the secluded spot. The Hand Heart Statue stood elegantly in the center, its artistic curves illuminated by faint golden lights, making the whole place feel almost magical. It was quiet—too quiet—away from the pulsing music of the club, making it seem like a world of its own.

Your eyes sparkled with admiration as you gazed at the serene beauty surrounding you.

Y/N: "Wow… what’s this place? It’s beautiful, Jisung…!" (Your voice held genuine wonder as you turned to look at him.)

Jisung, however, wasn’t admiring the view—his eyes were locked on you, drinking in every little detail of your face. The way your eyes lit up, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you took in the surroundings—everything about you enchanted him.

Jisung: "Yeah… just like you." (His voice was low, filled with something deeper than just admiration.)

You turned back to him, smiling faintly, but his intense gaze made your breath hitch for a moment. His expression was different—nervous, hesitant, yet determined.

Y/N: "You wanted to tell me something, right? Is it about the radio station? Do you need my help again?" (You chuckled lightly, trying to ease his tension.)

But Jisung wasn’t ready for this moment—not yet. He had planned it a thousand times in his head, but now that he stood in front of you, nothing seemed enough. It felt too soon, yet too late at the same time. He had to say it. He had to let you know before someone else could claim you.

You took a step closer, brows furrowed in concern.

Y/N: "Jisung? Is something wrong? Just tell me."

He exhaled deeply, his hands clenching at his sides before he finally spoke.

Jisung: "Y/N… please don’t think wrongly of me, but…" (His voice wavered slightly before he forced himself to continue.) "I love you."

Your entire body froze. The words hung between you both like an unspoken promise, waiting to be acknowledged.

Jisung: "I love you so much, Y/N. From the day I saw you, I fell for you. Your thoughts, your personality, your kindness—everything about you. I don’t expect an answer right now… just take your time. I don’t want you to feel pressured."

His confession was heartfelt, raw, and filled with sincerity. You stared at him, unable to form words, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. But before you could respond—

A voice cut through the silence.

??: "How dare you lay your eyes on my girl?"

Your heart stopped.

You both turned toward the voice came from, where Taehyung stood, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes burning with rage and something else—possession.

Jisung stiffened beside you, his shoulders tensing.

Taehyung: "She’s my girlfriend. I don’t think she’s available for you to confess to." (His voice was low, but his words hit like a thunderclap.)

You gasped, your head snapping toward him in shock. What the hell was he saying?!

Y/N: "Taehyung—"

Jisung: "Is he telling the truth, Y/N?" (His voice was uncertain, his eyes searching yours.)

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes remained dark with jealousy.

Taehyung: "Do you need proof?"

Before either of you could react, he stepped forward and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against him in one swift motion. Your body collided with his, your hands instinctively resting against his chest as his warmth engulfed you.

Your breath hitched—his grip was firm yet gentle, his heartbeat drumming against yours. His intense gaze flickered between your lips and eyes, his possessiveness radiating in waves.

Jisung: "Taehyung—what the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Taehyung ignored him. He was done holding back.

Taehyung: "Let me make it clear for you."

And before you could even register his words—

His lips crashed onto yours.

To Be Continued...

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