TWISTED PATHS

Sana stood upright, locking eyes with him. The way he looked at her—sharp, intense, and unnervingly confident—made her heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth to yell at him, to vent her frustration, but no words came out. Her voice betrayed her as her mind spiraled, caught off guard by his striking features.

Taehyung watched her intently, his brows furrowing slightly as realization dawned on him. She was the same girl—the one from the morning. The audacious girl who hadn't spared him a glance, brushing past him as though he were invisible. But now? Now, here she was, staring unabashedly, practically devouring him with her eyes.

The moment felt electric, and his smirk grew wider, cockier. This was the reaction he'd wanted, no—expected. For her to fall into the same trance every other girl did. To drool over him, to break under his charm.

This was what he thrived on.

"I know I'm irresistible, babygirl,," he drawled, his voice low and velvety. Each word dripped with smugness.

His words snapped her out of her trance like a splash of cold water. Her cheeks flared red with embarrassment, and she immediately averted her gaze, muttering, "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Oh, don't lie," He stepped closer, his scent—a mix of musky cologne and a faint trace of alcohol—wrapped around her, heady and overwhelming. His fingers brushed her chin lightly, tilting her face toward his face "Girls like you never look at me that way by accident". His tone was laced with teasing mockery.

"What?" she snapped jerked her head away, glaring at him despite the heat rising in her cheeks. "I said, I wasn't looking at you!"

Taehyung chuckled darkly, the sound sending ripples through her chest. He leaned in, their faces so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. "Really? Then why are you trembling, babygirl? Don't tell me you don't want this. You've been staring like you've already imagined it."

Taehyung moved closer, his hand gripping her wrist, pinning it above her head. His breath, laced with alcohol, fanned across her face as he leaned in, the scent making her stomach churn.

"I don't want anything!" she retorted, stepping back only to find herself pinned against the wall again. "Just let me go!"

"Let you go?" he echoed mockingly, his smirk widening. His fingers trailed lightly along the strap of her dress, his touch feather light yet deliberate. "Come on, babygirl. Tell me your price."

Her eyes widened in shock. "My price? What the hell are you talking about?".

"For a kiss," he murmured, his gaze locked onto her lips, "Or maybe more" His eyes roamed over her body unapologetically, sending a chill down her spine. "Looking at you... you seem like you'd be worth every penny."

Her heart pounded with fury and fear as she struggled against his iron grip. "You bastard! Let me go!"

"Bastard.. huh?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Babygirl, if you only knew how many girls would beg to be in your place right now." His eyes glinted with a dangerous amusement as he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "I could make you feel things you've never even dreamed of. Just one night with me, and I promise you'll be screaming my name."

Her breath hitched, her cheeks burning with a mix of rage and humiliation. "Let. Me. Go," she demanded, her voice rising as she struggled harder.

He ignored her, his smirk widening as he pressed closer. "Don't act so innocent. One night—just one night with me—and I promise you, you'll never forget it. You'll scream my name like they all do."