Taehyun….

You stood by the stage, your heart beating in time with the last chords of his song - the same one that Taehyung performed today. You knew it by heart and sang along with him, as if the entire universe at that moment belonged only to the two of you.

When the lights went out and the room began to empty, you couldn't resist walking up to him and accidentally pushing him in the shoulder, trying to get his attention.

But instead of a warm smile, you heard a sharp and loud cry:

Taehyung:

• Get the fuck away, what kind of asshole is coming at me without knocking?! Who are you even talking to, understand?!

His voice was so rough and unexpectedly sharp that you froze in fear.

You: “I’m sorry…” you whispered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

You turned and ran away, unable to cope with the pain and hurt, replaying every word he said in your head. Tears flowed as you disappeared into the darkness of the night streets.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was sitting in his house, but his thoughts wouldn't leave you. Every time he tried to concentrate, your frightened look was in front of his eyes. In the club, he picked up a glass, but in a fit of emotion, he broke it - the glass scattered on the floor, and everything inside was burning.

Taehyung: "Damn... why can't I get you out of my head?" he muttered, clenching his fists angrily.

He decided to find you. Every acquaintance, every corner where you could be - he searched with a persistence that surprised even himself.

When he finally found you, without further ado, he grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

Taehyung: “You belong to me,” he said low, his voice tinged with authority and passion.

You were scared at first, but something in his gaze—the depth of emotion he hid behind his rudeness—made you freeze.

Taehyung:

• You will be with me. And I will make sure that you are only mine.