~Taehyung's POV~

I sighed. I don't like coming here anymore. It's so different now.

At first, it was somehow Hoshi I looked forward to... Hiding from him. Always looking out if he's there or not. Trying my best to not cross paths with him.

Then he was gone. Killed in the alley by that mysterious man. I wonder why he killed him. I still see his deep dead staring eyes. I still shiver under their intensity. Did Hoshi really have connections to bad people?

I shook my head to brush off these thoughts, I didn't want to remember anything related to him.

It's just sad. He was a bad guy too. He bullied me. Only if Jiahn-

My steps halted I couldn't seem to take one more forth.

'Jiahn' The name that is still stuck in my mind. The name I find so beautiful or the most beautiful. She came into my life like a beautiful dream. A petal of a beautiful rose... Flying with the breeze and landing in my open palm.

She was like a cool breeze on summer nights. The first drop of rain in spring. Like the first flower Blooming in the spring. She was so beautiful. The rose of my garden. Love of my life yet she- left me. I was left again all of a sudden.

Why? I have no clue.

So sad.

It makes me feel guilty. I shouldn't have done that I regret it very much I shouldn't have forced her or yelled at her. I was ... I was angry. At her for leaving me alone, for letting me burn in this hell of pain and misery alone.

I love her. Couldn't she see it? Or did she feel disgusted with me like everyone else?

Am I asking for too much? Maybe I am. She deserves someone better than me, more than me. But... I just miss you so much Jiahn.

I want to see you. I want to apologize. I want to be with you. Those days back then they were so precious. I want those back Jiahn-ah. I want them back. Where are you?

Please come back to me.

I'm alone so alone. Where are you?

Amidst the bustling corridor, I found myself rooted in place, caught between the ebb and flow of students as the bell reverberated through the air, signaling the end of yet another lesson. Jostled and bumped by hurried bodies, my gaze was inadvertently lifted, and there, at that precise moment, I beheld a figure that stirred a flicker of recognition within me.

Someone so familiar.

I didn't move. I couldn't move. Her Hazel orbs peered back at me. She was standing at the other corner of the hallway.

"Jiahn" I heard myself mumbling her name as if carried away by a gentle breeze. Our eyes met in that suspended moment, and in the depths of her silent gaze, it was clear that her attention was fixed upon me. Yet, despite the undeniable connection that lingered between us, she remained stationary, her feet rooted to the spot, as if hesitant to bridge the distance that separated us.

"Am I hallucinating?"

I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision, it was as clear as the bright horizon, she was no illusion, she was real and there, right in front of me.

I'm not daydreaming.

It's really her. And she's here like she promised, she came back. I saw her turn and walk away disappearing to the other side of the corridor.

Why did she...

"Jiahn-ah?" Time seemed to blur as a surge of urgency ignited within me, propelling my limbs into swift motion. Without conscious thought, I found myself dashing fervently in the direction where her ethereal presence had lingered just moments before. The echo of her name resonated through the air as I voiced it with fervor, hoping to capture her attention in the clamor of the surrounding chaos.

"Jiahn-ah" I yelled again, My lips quivered.

Is she playing with me?

"Where are you?" The tremor in my voice betrayed my heightened emotions as I whispered to myself, becoming acutely aware of the uncontrollable quivering that coursed through my body. Casting another desperate glance around, my eyes seized upon a sight that both startled and thrilled me—an image of her emerging from the realm beyond, slipping out through the back door. With her head bowed, strands of her cascading hair danced and bounced in rhythm with her movements. Through the transparent barrier of the glass doors, I caught a glimpse of her graceful figure, tantalizingly close yet seemingly out of reach. And then, as if fate had conspired to bring our gazes together, she turned back, her eyes converging with mine in a mesmerizing exchange. A potent surge of tingling sensations flooded my heart, urging me to leap forward, heedless of any restraint that might dare to hold me back today.

Does she want me to follow her? I ran out of the doors.

"Jiahn-ah" I yelled loudly.

Where did she go?

"Jiahn-" I felt a hand being placed on my mouth, and an arm being wrapped around my torso.

What is happening? I squirmed and tried to break free with all my will. But the person was too strong.

I can't fight. I'm weak against him.

"Lemme go fucking bastard" I yelled against his palm, which clutched my face more tightly. And I sounded super muffled. It was a striking penetration that left me gasping against his hand as if something pierced my neck. The man started to drag me back into the shadows where no one can see us.

What-NO, Am I being abducted?

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Venom sat in the shadowed recesses of the sleek black car, her piercing gaze fixed upon the unfolding scene before her. Watching her men, formidable and loyal to her, strangling the boy she found familiar—her prey, Taehyung. The boy whose fate now rested in her hands. A wave of uncertainty crashed against the walls of Venom's brick-hard determination.

A sliver of doubt sliced through her hardened exterior as she studied Taehyung's face, his features drenched in pure terror. The lines of any evil blurred out, leaving her to watch his guiltless yet suffering face while she was adrift in a tempest of conflicting emotions. How could someone so seemingly pure be her victim? Something has always felt off but what? The weight of her decision bore down upon her like an iron shroud, causing her heart to falter with unease.

Restless, Venom's fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles turning pale. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to intervene, to halt the merciless capture unfolding before her eyes. Yet, she remained frozen, a mere spectator in her own play, trapped between revenge and the nameless feelings that gnawed at her soul. After all, they were following her orders.

Her eyes traced the scene, capturing every moment of Taehyung's struggle against his captors. His eyes, wide with fear and confusion, sought answers that lay just beyond his grasp. The sight stabbed at Venom's conscience, a cruel reminder that innocence was a fragile facade that crumbled beneath the relentless march of fate.

Why isn't he fighting back, when he most certainly can? A mafia heir would never accept defeat, right?

Despite the scene forth leaving her restless, she couldn't deny the maneuvers of her own desires. A twisted desire for revenge, for retaliation, for the satisfaction that would come with avenging her mother. Venom's unyielding façade masked the storm raging beneath her skin, her inner war between revenge and curiosity hidden behind a veil of calculated detachment.

She watched her men put the now unconscious boy inside the black rover dropping his body right in her feet. The boy's pleas, his struggles for escape, had quietened down but now resonated within the confines of her conscience, but still, she held back, a puppeteer pulling the strings of her men to execute the task. The car's engine hummed with an eerie harmony, the symphony of doubt and mixed feelings now an inescapable soundtrack to Venom's existence.

As the car sliced through the city's winding streets, Venom's gaze lingered on Taehyung, a mystery trapped within her web. The road ahead twisted, fraught with the consequences of her choices, as Venom embraced the relentless path she had chosen, her heart echoing with the whispers of her own duplicity.

I saw the raw longing etched across his face, radiating from the depths of his soul. Could it be true? Did he truly miss me, yearning for our promised reunion?

Was it possible that he longed for me, craving my presence as much as he seemed to be? Or was it a ruse, a ploy to manipulate my heart and exploit me?

Was it possible? What if my absence had left a dark void within him, an ache that only my presence could soothe? The thought both thrilled and terrified her, the delicate balance of power shifting beneath her feet.

Wait- Have I lost my mind or what? Am I forgetting who he is? He is the son of your mother's murderer. He is not a rose but a poison ivy born and bred on the blood of innocents. How could I pity him even?

Just in the blink of an eye, any soft feelings blooming inside her stone-cold heart froze to death. The lone thought of his relation to her actual culprits left her cussing in anger.

"Get us there fast Jungkook. I don't have the time in the world for this shit. Time for some answers"

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