You were walking towards the exit after a long day of classes when your professor caught up to you. "Hey, could you do me a favor and keep these files in the storeroom?" he asked, handing you a stack of papers. You sighed, knowing this would delay your plans to leave for the day, but you nodded in agreement nonetheless.

Making your way to the storeroom, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, filled with shelves stacked with various items. You quickly found a spot to place the files and turned to leave when you heard a metallic click. Your eyes widened as you realized the door had been shut and locked from the outside.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?" you called out, hoping a custodian or another student might be passing by. There was no response. Panic started to set in as you realized you were trapped in the storeroom with no way out.

After what felt like an eternity of shouting and banging on the door, you sank to the floor, defeated. "This can't be happening," you muttered to yourself, trying to think of a way out of this predicament.

Panic set in as you tried the handle again and again, but it wouldn't budge. You called out for help, but the hallways were now silent as everyone had already left for the day. You could feel your heart racing as you realized you were trapped.

Your stomach started to churn, and you felt the beginning of cramps. Sitting down on the cold floor, you clutched your stomach, trying to calm the rising discomfort. Thoughts of how long you would be stuck in the room flooded your mind, adding to your anxiety.

With each passing minute, the pain intensified, and you closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You took out your phone to call for help, only to find that the signal was weak inside the storage room.

"Great, just great," you muttered to yourself, frustration evident in your voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the pain in your abdomen became unbearable. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be home, wrapped in the comfort of your bed.

Amidst the pain and fear, your thoughts drifted to visions of home, of comfort, and of safety. You whispered to yourself, "I just want to rest, to be home," a mantra to calm your racing heart.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, your phone rang, startling you.

With shaky hands, you answered the call to hear Taehyung's concerned voice on the other end. "Hey, Y/n, where are you? I'm outside your dorm waiting for you," he said, worry lacing his tone.

You struggled to speak, explaining through quivering breaths that you were locked in the university storeroom.

Minutes later, Taehyung arrived at the university, rushing to the storeroom where you were imprisoned. He opened the door to see you huddled on the floor, dried tears glistening on your cheeks.

Without a word, he knelt beside you, gently brushing his thumb over your cheeks.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Taehyung's voice was filled with worry and care as he examined your distressed expression.

You nodded weakly, unable to find the words to explain the pain and fear you were experiencing. Taehyung's presence alone was a comfort, his touch grounding you in the moment of distress.

"Let's get you home and make sure you're okay," he said softly and scooped you up into his arms, ignoring your weak protests.

As he carried you out of the storeroom, your head resting against his chest, you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety enveloping you. You whispered softly, "You didn't have to carry me, Taehyung."

He simply replied, his voice filled with tenderness, "I couldn't let you suffer alone."

And in that moment, as Taehyung held you close, you knew that his actions spoke louder than any words could ever convey.

Taehyung glanced around your dorm room, his piercing gaze settling on you. "I can't leave you alone like this. You're not well," he stated firmly, a hint of concern buried beneath his tough exterior. You knew better than to argue with him, so you simply nodded in resignation.

While you freshened up, Taehyung made himself comfortable on your bed, looking entirely out of place yet oddly right at home. When you returned, the cramps that had been plaguing you all day intensified, causing you to wince in pain as you sat down beside him.

"What's wrong?" Taehyung's voice was softer now, almost gentle, as he regarded you with a mix of curiosity and worry. You hesitated, unsure whether to confide in.

"You don't look well," he remarked, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You tried to muster a weak smile, knowing that showing any sign of vulnerability would only make things worse. "I'm fine," you replied, trying to sound stronger than you felt.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through your facade. "Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes."

You shook your head, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude swirling within you. "I didn't want to bother you. Besides, what could you possibly do?"

A flicker of hurt crossed Taehyung's features before he quickly masked it with a nonchalant smile. "I may not have all the answers, but I can at least try to make you feel better. Let me help."

"It's just cramps," you finally said, feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders as you spoke. "They're really bad today."

Taehyung's expression softened. "Do you need anything? Painkillers? Hot water bottle?" 

"Here, take these," he offered, his eyes urging you to trust him.

Reluctantly, you accepted the painkillers and followed his instructions to lie down. As you closed your eyes, trying to find some relief from the pain, without warning, Taehyung laid down beside you, pulling you gently into his arms. His hand started to caress your stomach in a surprisingly soothing manner.

A whimper escaped your lips at his unexpected touch, but to your surprise, it brought a sense of comfort. Taehyung continued his soothing motions, and you couldn't help but gasp as the pain slowly ebbed away.

His closeness felt oddly intimate yet strangely calming. As his fingers traced gentle circles on your skin, your eyes fluttered shut you found yourself relaxing under his touch, the tension in your body easing as you allowed yourself to be vulnerable in his presence.

As the cramps subsided, you opened your eyes to meet Taehyung's gaze. "Thank you," you whispered, the words carrying a weight of gratitude for his unexpected kindness.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax into his touch. Slowly, the pain ebbed away, and you found yourself drifting off to sleep, nestled against Taehyung's chest.

As you slumbered, you felt his arms tighten around you protectively, a small smile playing on his lips. As he watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully in his embrace, a strange feeling tugged at his heart.

He traced the curve of your cheek with his thumb, marveling at the softness of your skin. His gaze lingered on your closed eyelids, wondering what dreams were dancing behind them.

"I never noticed how delicate you look when you're asleep," Taehyung whispered, his voice barely above a breath. 

Your fingers tightened around his waist, a subconscious gesture that sent a wave of warmth through Taehyung's chest. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for all the times he had made you feel small and insignificant.

"I never realized how beautiful you are," Taehyung admitted, his words hanging in the stillness of the room. "Maybe I've been too caught up in my own insecurities to see the beauty right in front of me."

His gaze lingered on your lips, parted slightly as you breathed softly in your sleep. An unexpected urge welled up inside him, an urge to taste those lips that had been the subject of his torment for so long. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, but he couldn't resist the pull.

But as he leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his, the scent of your hair filling his senses, he couldn't resist the impulse any longer.

Closing his eyes, he brushed his lips against yours in a fleeting, gentle kiss, his heart pounding in his chest. The touch was so light, so reverent, as if he was afraid you might wake up and realize what he had done.

"Am I going crazy?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely a murmur in the quiet room. But the warmth of your lips against his lingered, sending a rush of unfamiliar feelings through him.

As he pulled back, he studied your face, searching for any sign of disturbance or discomfort. But you remained peacefully asleep, a small smile playing on your lips, as if in response to the fleeting moment of tenderness.

"You're safe with me," Taehyung promised, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll make sure of it."

And with those words, Taehyung held you closer, his heart swelling with emotions he never knew he had.

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As you slowly opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the warmth enveloping you. Confusion clouded your mind until you realized you were in Taehyung's embrace. His arms were securely wrapped around you, his steady heartbeat resonating against your chest.

And then you felt it - a warm embrace enveloping you. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see Taehyung holding you gently. His expression was softened in sleep, and for a moment, you were struck by how different he looked when he wasn't tormenting you.

Your eyes lingered on his face, searching for the familiar sneer or smirk but finding none. Instead, you noticed the way his lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, the slight curve of his lips that hinted at a smile.

A strange sensation washed over you, one you couldn't quite place. It was a mix of confusion, fear, and something else entirely. As you laid there, caught in his embrace, you felt your heart flutter in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

You couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. How could you possibly like someone who had made your life a living hell? Yet, here you were, feeling a strange warmth spreading through you at the sight of him, at the sound of his rhythmic breathing.

You traced a finger lightly over his cheek, marveling at the contrast between the tough exterior he presented to the world and the vulnerability he displayed now. "You know, Taehyung," you whispered, half to him and half to yourself, "I never thought I'd see this side of you."

His eyes fluttered open, a hint of surprise flashing in them before he schooled his expression into one of nonchalance. "What are you talking about?" he grumbled, though his grip on you didn't loosen.

"I mean, who knew that my biggest tormentor could also be capable of moments like this," you teased, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Taehyung's lips quirked into a small smile, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. "Maybe I'm not as bad as you think," he mused quietly, the vulnerability in his voice mirroring the one you had seen in his eyes.

"Okay we're getting late for college, you should also go back to your home." You said getting down from the bed.

"Fine." Taehyung said and stood up, he gave you a quick hug and left your room.

Your face was adorned with a shy smile because of his action. You slapped your head and went in the bathroom to freshen up.

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