She hadn’t expected him to be waiting outside her door again.
But there he was.
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Kim Taehyung.
Dark clothes. Hands in his pockets. Face unreadable.
And his eyes… those damned eyes—sharp, storming, locked to hers the second she opened the door.
“I need to talk to you,” he said.
Her spine stiffened. “I don’t.”
“Well, too bad.”
She tried to close the door.
He stepped forward.
His palm landed flat on the wood, pushing it open just enough to stop her.
“Y/N,” he warned.
“Taehyung, don’t.”
“You don’t get to keep shutting me out like this.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No,” he snapped. “No, you don’t. Not after everything. Not after what we—”
“What we what, Taehyung?” Her voice cracked, low and dangerous. “What the hell are you even trying to do?”
He stepped inside. The door swung shut behind him.
“I’m trying to understand you,” he growled.
She turned sharply. “Understand me? You think you know me now because I kissed you? Because I'll let you touch me?”
He flinched.
Her hands trembled at her sides, but her voice stayed sharp, weaponized.
“I’m trying to protect you—”
“I don’t want your protection!” he shouted.
Silence cracked the room like glass.
His chest rose and fell with shallow, furious breaths. Her lips parted. The tension was no longer a wire—it was a fuse.
“You think this is about me being scared of you?” she asked, eyes wide, voice breathless.
“No,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I think it’s about you being scared of us.”
She stumbled back.
He followed.
Her shoulder hit the wall. His hands landed beside her head. Not caging. Just there.
Just close.
The space between them shrank to a breath.
“You keep saying I don’t understand,” he murmured. “So explain it.”
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CONDITION RED : Kim Taehyung FF
Fanfiction"To the girl who was marked to die- And the version of himself that did." Y/N didn't ask for this. It was supposed to be a girls' trip. A few days of laughter, beaches, and blurry memories. But somewhere between the airport terminal and the baggage...
