Kim Taehyung

Taehyung stood by the mirror, adjusting his shirt collar. A cold, calculating glimmer gleamed in his eyes, and a slight smile played on his lips. Taking a final sip of coffee, he left the apartment, confident of his victory.

Ayashka sat in the cafe, nervously fiddling with the rim of her mug. Her heart beat faster when she saw Taehyung approaching her with the same casual smile that had driven her crazy at first sight.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Taehyung said, sitting down opposite.

His voice was soft as silk, and Ayashka felt her cheeks flush.

Their conversations deepened, their gazes lengthened. Taehyung knew how to play on Ayashka's heartstrings, how to make her laugh, blush, and dream of more. He touched her hand, as if by accident, and watched as Ayashka froze, afraid to frighten this moment.

“You’re so… special,” Taehyung whispered, and Ayashka believed every word.

But one day everything changed.

Ayashka accidentally overheard a conversation in the corridor.

"Taehyung, you're a genius. I bet Ayashka's ready to do anything for you?" his friend laughed.

Taehyung responded with the same cold smile.

"She's already in my hands. It was too easy."