What was her mistake?
Going to the concert or catching his eye....
This is just an imagination. There is nothing realistic in it. So don't take it serious.
Originally written by me!
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I woke up to sunlight streaming through the heavy curtains, the bright rays burning through the remnants of an uneasy sleep. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar opulence around me. The grand room felt suffocating, no matter how spacious it was.
The bed beneath me was soft, too soft, contrasting starkly with the ache in my feet. A dull throb spread through my soles as I glanced down. My feet were bandaged-clean, precise, and neatly wrapped.
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Strange.
A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. Who was I kidding? Of course, he wouldn't let me escape so easily. I was his prisoner, his pawn, and now, thanks to the burns, physically helpless for days.
I sighed in frustration, a fragile relief washing over me as I noticed the room was empty. He's not here. But just as quickly as that relief came, it dissolved at the sound of running water from the bathroom. My heart sank.
I was lost in thought, cursing my decision to attend that wretched concert, when the bathroom door creaked open.
"Good morning, angel."
His deep voice rolled over me, calm yet commanding. Kim Taehyung stood in the doorway, water droplets clinging to his hair as he dried it lazily with a towel. He looked like a painting-striking and dangerous all at once.
I swallowed hard. "G...Good morning," I stammered, forcing the words out. My voice shook as if my body already knew the consequences of silence.
He smirked, satisfied with my reply, and moved to the closet without another word.
He's leaving. Relief flooded my chest. Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to see him for the rest of the day.
But my prayers were short-lived. He emerged from the closet moments later, dressed in casual yet expensive clothes, and walked straight toward me.
"I'm free today," he said, sitting down beside me on the edge of the bed. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin in a mockery of affection. "That means I get to spend the entire day with you. You're happy, right?"
