"Old wounds that refuse to heal, your name is the one that bleed."

Carolin's Pov

I couldn't control myself anymore. My hips moved on their own, grinding against him, my breath ragged as I felt the heat pooling between my legs. He stayed still, watching me with that intense gaze, his expression unreadable.

His bulge pressed against my core, and it was driving me insane. I wanted him, needed him.

"Please..." I whispered, my voice trembling with desperation. "Let me feel how much you want this... I can't take it anymore. Just take me, now."

I rubbed myself harder against his erection, my naked pussy grazing the fabric of his pants, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body. My mind was hazy with lust, and I moaned loudly, my release nearing.

But just as I was about to fall over the edge, he moved. Swiftly, He scooped me up into his arms, lifting me off of him as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms clinging to his broad shoulders, and I could feel his strength-his control. His face was dangerously close to mine, his warm breath mingling with mine, and his rich, masculine scent flooded my senses, making my head spin.

I smirked, knowing I had succeeded in turning him on. He's mine now. All mine.

But he remained calm, his eyes dark and burning into mine. With slow, deliberate steps, he carried me to the bed, never breaking eye contact. He laid me down roughly, the bed beneath me bouncing slightly as my breasts jiggled from the movement.

I spread myself out on the bed, my arms extended wide, and slowly, I parted my legs, exposing myself completely to him. I knew he was watching-his eyes were glued to my naked body, taking in every detail, and I was loving it.

"You're that desperate to be destroyed by me?" His deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine. He hovered over me, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin.

"Hell yess, please..." I replied boldly, my voice dripping with seduction. "Destroy me." I reached out, tracing my fingertip from his forehead down to his jawline, teasing him.

Suddenly, a shock of pleasure made me gasp. His knee was between my thighs, pressing against my aching core. The friction was heavenly, his knee grinding against me just right, and I moaned loudly, arching my back in response.

But then it changed. The pressure increased-too much. The pleasure turned into pain, sharp and unbearable. I whimpered, trying to pull away, but his knee pressed down harder, crushing me beneath him.

he pushed harder, his knee grinding into me painfully.

"Ahh!" I cried out, the pleasure turning to sharp, unbearable pain. "W-wait..."

His lips twisted into a cruel smirk, and he leaned in close, his voice dripping with venom. "Wait?" he mocked, his tone laced with contempt. "Is this not what you wanted? To be fucked like a desperate little whore?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as the pressure became unbearable, his knee digging into my most sensitive place with no mercy. I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. My tears fell freely now as I struggled beneath him, my body writhing in agony.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Use your words, you filthy whore," he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat. His grip tightened, cutting off my air as he choked me.

"Pathetic," he spat, his voice cold as ice. "You thought spreading your legs for me would make me weak? You really think I'd give in to a worthless slut like you?"

"P-please!" I gasped, my vision blurring as his hand squeezed tighter. "I b-beg y-you... stop..."

I gasped as he shoved his knee even harder, stars dancing in my vision from the pain and lack of air. "Ahh p-please..."

"Please?" he mocked, his lips curling into a sadistic smile.He was enjoying my pain. "I don't think you understand. I don't fuck trash. I use it. And when I'm done, I throw it away."

His hand tightened around my throat, and I felt myself slipping away, drowning in the pain and humiliation. I was powerless, completely at his mercy.

My body convulsed under his weight, the pain in my pelvis unbearable, and the air was barely reaching my lungs. His knee pressed harder, and I thought he would break me. I was suffocating, my mind spiraling into darkness.

And then, suddenly, he let go. His hand released my throat, and I coughed violently, gasping for air as my chest heaved. I curled up, clutching my throbbing core, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed in agony.

He stood up, his expression cold and detached as he straightened his clothes. He looked down at me, a look of pure disgust in his eyes.

"Get a hold of yourself, Ms. Carolin," he said in a voice as sharp as a blade. "Before I decide to really break you."

I lay there, broken and humiliated, barely able to move. His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence.

I gritted my teeth, fury and pain burning through me. "Fuck you, V," I whispered through trembling lips.

But even as I cursed him, a dark part of me craved him more than ever. The part of me that was broken... wanted him to finish the job.

Taehyung's POV

I stepped out of the VIP room, adjusting my jacket with a cold expression fixed on my face. Namjoon was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and smirking at me.

"Had fun in there?" he teased, clearly amused by whatever happened with Carolin.

I shot him a glance but didn't bother with a smile. "Can we leave now? How much longer do we need to stay?" I asked, already tired of the evening's events.

Namjoon's smirk faded as he placed a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. "I brought you here for a reason, Tae. There's something important."

I sighed, reluctantly following him back to the table. The spread in front of us was lavish, filled with extravagant dishes and drinks, but none of it interested me. I took a sip of the red wine, already feeling bored again.

Suddenly, I felt a small tap on my thigh. Startled, I glanced down to see a little girl with a wide, beaming smile staring up at me. My cold demeanor melted instantly, and for the first time that night, a genuine smile formed on my lips.

"Hi, Mr. Great Giant Dinosaur!" Sen chirped happily.

I chuckled softly, lifting her onto my lap without hesitation. "Well, hello, Miss Pumpkin!" I responded, laughing along with her. She had this uncanny ability to warm my heart, making me forget about everything else.

Not long after, two more kids-Jiho and Jiwon-came running over, their eyes wide with excitement. "Wow, your table has way more food than ours!" Jiho exclaimed before diving straight in. Jiwon quickly followed suit, stuffing his face without a second thought.

Namjoon laughed at the chaos unfolding in front of him, shaking his head. Meanwhile, Sen turned to both of us with sparkling eyes. "You two are so beautiful!" she said sweetly, reaching up to squeeze my cheeks, making me laugh even more.

"You're beautiful too, princess," I replied warmly, my heart lightened by her presence.

A/n's POV

For the first time that evening, the coldness Tarhyung usually carried with him vanished. The children's laughter filled the air, and even Namjoon seemed content, watching the scene unfold.

But then, Namjoon's smile faltered for a brief moment, a look of sadness crossing his face. He glanced at him and sighed inwardly. "I don't know if you'll be this happy once you find out who Sen really is, Tae." Namjoon thought but he quickly masked his expression, smiling again as if nothing had happened.

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Y/N's POV

I sat at our table, trying to enjoy the meal, but something didn't feel right. Across from me, Yoongi and IU were bickering playfully as usual. Next to me, Jungkook was inhaling food like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Slow down!" I scolded, slapping his hand lightly as he reached for yet another plate. He just grinned at me, completely unbothered.

Before long, his phone rang, and he excused himself, taking a chicken foot with him. This boy... I facepalmed mentally, glancing at IU, who wore the same expression. We shared a chuckle before returning to our meal.

But then, IU suddenly broke the light atmosphere with a question I wasn't expecting. "Why don't you give yourself a second chance, Y/N?"

My fork paused mid-air, and I went silent.

She continued, her tone gentle but firm. "Look, Y/N, I know it's hard, but don't you think Sen deserves to know the truth someday? She needs a dad."

I swallowed, feeling the weight of her words as she grabbed my hand. "I know," I murmured softly, avoiding her gaze. "But she has Jungkook."

IU shook her head gently, and this time, Yoongi chimed in. "Not legally, Y/N. She needs a legal father, someone who will be there officially, not just in name. Think about it. You've come this far, fighting alone, but Jungkook has been by your side through everything."

I nodded, their words sinking in. I knew they were right. Jungkook had been more than a father to Sen, and I wouldn't have made it this far without him. He had confessed his love when he decided to give Sen his name, and though I wasn't ready, he stood by me anyway. I owed him everything.

IU squeezed my hand, her voice soft. "Think about it, Y/N. Not just for you, but for Sen. And for Jungkook."

I nodded again, feeling overwhelmed. "I need time," I whispered, and they both gave me understanding smiles.

Letting out a sigh, I glanced around the room, trying to shake off the restlessness creeping in. IU noticed my discomfort and asked, "Where are the kids?"

Yoongi, ever the joker, deadpanned, "Probably eating food from someone else's table by now."

IU sighed. "I'll go find them."

Before she could stand, I placed my hand on her arm. "You eat. I'll go look," I said with a reassuring smile. She nodded gratefully.

I began weaving through the crowd, calling out their names. "Sen, Jiho, Jiwon!" The place was packed, making it nearly impossible to see anything past the sea of fancy gowns and suits.

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Sen's POV

I froze when I heard my mom calling our names from across the room, I turned and saw her looking for us. "Oh no, Mumma!" I whispered.

I quickly slid off ajussi's lap, feeling a little guilty for leaving him. He looked confused but didn't stop me, though I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

"I have to go, Ajussi," I explained quickly. "Mumma's looking for us."

Taehyung nodded, his smile fading slightly as I ran over to Jiho and Jiwon. "Come on, we have to go!" I urged, grabbing their hands.

Before we left, Jiwon turned to Namjoon, grinning. "Dragon-eye Ajussi, can we take these cupcakes?" he asked, pointing to the ones he had been eyeing.

Namjoon chuckled and waved him off. "Go ahead."

With cupcakes in hand, we darted through the crowd, making our way back to Mumma as quickly as we could, hoping to avoid any trouble.

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Taehyung's POV

I waved at them as they walked away, feeling a strange tug inside me. My eyes naturally followed Sen, curious about the woman who raised her. There was something familiar, a pull I couldn't explain. As she reached a woman, I frowned. The woman's back was turned to me, but when she shouted, "SEN, JIHO, JIW-" that voice... it struck me like lightning.

Wait... that voice... My heart raced. I squinted, trying to get a clearer look as the woman turned around, her hair flowing in the air. And then-

my heart stopped. Everything around me seemed to disappear. My breath caught in my throat. The ground beneath me felt like it was slipping away.

It can't be... But it was.

There she was. The one person I'd been searching for all these years. The one who haunted my dreams, my thoughts, my every moment. Her name slipped from my lips like a prayer, as a tear slipped down
"Y-Y/nahh..."

The name that still had the power to bring me to my knees. The name that could make my heart race with just a whisper. My Y/N. She was here, right in front of me, after all these years. My chest tightened, and a rush of emotions washed over me. Relief. Shock. Love.

I let out a shaky breath as a smile formed on my lips. She was alive. She was healthy, beautiful, more radiant than ever. I watched her as she scolded Sen, Jiho, and Jiwon, wiping their messy faces and hands. She looked so different from the last time I saw her, no longer the girl I knew-she had become a woman. A fine, beautiful woman. She wasn't the skinny girl from years ago; now she was curvy, her cheeks full and radiant. She still looked... gorgeous. My Y/N.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I found her. I finally found her.

She headed toward the washroom, still scolding the kids as they pouted, and before I even realized it, my feet moved on their own. I followed her, a smile tugging at my lips. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every word she said, every expression she made, filled the void in my heart that had been empty for so long.

I stood by the counter of the unisex washroom, hiding in the corner, watching her as she continued scolding the kids. "How many times do I have to tell you not to eat food from other people's tables, huh? But no, you two never listen! Look at your clothes now!" Her voice was firm, but her face softened with care as she wiped their hands and mouths.

I chuckled under my breath. She hasn't changed one bit. That fiery temper, the way she blabbered on-it was the part of her I missed the most.

Her voice passed like a sword between my ribs, but I didn't felt any pain.

I had spent years longing to hear that voice again, to see that familiar angry face.

Suddenly, Sen came running into the washroom in a hurry. She didn't see me hidden in the corner, but her next words made my heart stop for the second time that night.

"Mumma!" she called out, rushing to Y/N's side.

Everything inside me stopped.

My smile dropped. My heart lurched in my chest, the air in my lungs vanishing. My mind tried to grasp what I just heard. Mumma? The word echoed in my head, and my body froze.

"M-Mumma?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as the realization hit me full force. My eyes went wide, shock rippling through me as the truth slowly sank in.

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Hello everyone,

I want to apologize for my absence and the delay in my posts. I recently went through a very difficult and unexpected time in my life that has greatly affected me. I made the heartbreaking decision to have a medical abortion, and it was an incredibly traumatic experience that I will never forget.

When I took the abortion pill, I thought I was ready for the process, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment I saw my baby. It was a heart-wrenching shock to realize that I was over three months along. My heart shattered as I looked at my little one, fully formed and so very real.

In that moment, everything we dreamed of for our first child came crashing down. I can't begin to describe the pain, the guilt, and the grief that washed over me. For two days, I was enveloped in a darkness that I had never known. My boyfriend was traumatized too; we were both lost in our sorrow, struggling to make sense of it all.

Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges at us, and while I've been struggling to cope with this loss, I'm trying to move forward as best as I can. I will always cherish the dreams and hopes we had for our first baby, and as a mother, my heart is still healing.

To my friends who have supported me here on Wattpad I-Am-That-It-Girl and Taefiicx thank you for your understanding and kindness. I truly appreciate each of you, and to my readers, thank you for your patience during this tough time.

I had written this chapter already but can't able to post it due to my situation.I hope to return to writing soon, and I look forward to sharing new stories with you all.

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