"We were never enemies; we were just two people who loved each other too much to let go."

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The tension between Y/n and Taehyung had been building for weeks now, ever since the night she stood on his estate, trapped in the shadows of their past. Each encounter felt like a silent battle, their love still a powerful undercurrent despite the animosity their families had built between them. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about him—his voice, his touch, the way he made her feel like she was the only one who mattered in the world.

But she also couldn’t ignore the danger of their situation. Every time their eyes met, every word exchanged, it was as if they were dancing on the edge of a knife. If one of them faltered, it could end in bloodshed.

Y/n had been careful since their last meeting, distancing herself from both Taehyung and Jihoon. But the world had a way of pulling them together, no matter how hard they tried to stay apart.

Tonight, she found herself standing in the middle of a dimly lit club, the beat of the music vibrating through the floor beneath her. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of expensive perfume. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for someone, and there he was.

Taehyung stood by the bar, surrounded by a group of his men, his presence undeniable. Even in the chaos of the club, he exuded an effortless command, a power that could silence the room in an instant. His gaze met hers from across the room, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. There was no crowd, no noise, just the two of them, separated by the space between them but connected by something deeper.

Y/n took a deep breath, steadying herself. She wasn’t here to let old feelings resurface. She was here on business, to keep the fragile peace between their families from breaking down completely. But as she walked toward him, she felt the familiar pull of attraction—the magnetic force that had always existed between them, even when they were enemies.

Taehyung’s eyes never left her as she approached, his lips curling into a slight smile. “I didn’t expect you to show up,” he said, his voice low but filled with an unmistakable warmth.

Y/n shrugged, trying to appear unaffected. “I didn’t come for you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you here?”

“To make sure your people know their place,” she replied, her tone sharp, but the undertone of their past could not be hidden.

Taehyung chuckled, a sound that was both knowing and dangerous. “You’re still playing the game, Y/n. You still think you can control everything.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t wrong. Despite everything, she was still trying to protect her family, still trying to keep them above the chaos their lives had become. But in her heart, she knew it was a losing battle.

“I don’t control anything,” she muttered, looking away from him, though she could still feel his gaze burning into her.

Taehyung stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Then why are you here?” he repeated, this time with an edge to his voice. “If you’re not here for me, why do you keep showing up?”

Y/n’s breath hitched, her resolve slipping with each passing second. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe because I can’t stop thinking about you. Maybe because I can’t forget what we had, even when everything else is falling apart.”

Taehyung’s expression softened, the hardness in his eyes melting away for a moment. He reached out, his fingers grazing the side of her face, sending a jolt of warmth through her. The touch was electric, familiar, and it sent a wave of memories crashing over her.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Y/n,” he whispered. “You were never the enemy.”

Her eyes stung with the force of his words, but she refused to let the tears fall. “Then why did you let me go?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. “Why didn’t you stop them?”

He stepped back, his expression hardening once again. “Because I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop them, Y/n. I couldn’t stop the war between our families, no matter how much I wanted to.”

A tense silence fell between them, thick with unspoken words. There were so many things they could say, so many truths they had buried over the years. But neither of them could bring themselves to say them.

“You were always too proud to show weakness,” Y/n said quietly, almost to herself. “Always too proud to let anyone see the truth.”

Taehyung looked at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening as he considered her words. “And you were always too loyal to admit what you really wanted,” he replied softly. “You’ve always been caught between duty and desire. But now…” He paused, his gaze piercing. “Now, I think you know what you want.”

Y/n’s heart raced, the weight of his words sinking in. Was he right? Was she ready to choose him, even if it meant turning her back on everything she had known?

“Don’t make me choose, Taehyung,” she whispered. “I’m already lost.”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a smile, but it was bittersweet. “You’ve always been lost, Y/n. And I’ve always been the one who found you.”

The words hit her like a wave, and before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “But don’t make the mistake of thinking I’ll wait forever.”

Y/n froze, the weight of his words crashing down on her. She knew, deep in her soul, that there was no escaping the pull between them. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she denied it, they were always going to be drawn back to each other.

And the longer they danced around each other, the more dangerous it became.

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