Hundred

                                    

                                          



















Taehyung's pov






























The dorm corridor grew colder with each step, a silent echo of the growing distance between Fiora and me. She had sealed herself away in her room, shutting off the rest of the world. Jungoon would pay her visits, and Seokkie would remain with her at times, but my efforts were stopped by the others, they think my presence will trigger her more.  













I couldn't handle being apart from her, it felt like I needed her as much as I needed air to breathe. The need to fix things with Fiora overwhelmed me, ignoring any warnings in my mind. I had to see her, no matter the risks, and try to make things right.












I decided to sneak into Fiora's room one night, driven by desperateness and a desire to fix what I had broken. I was completely enveloped in darkness as I walked up to her door, feeling a mixture of determination and fear in my heart. The desperation to approach her washed out the faint whispers of regret in my mind.















The door creaked open silently, and I crept inside slowly. The room was softly lit, and the shadows on the walls mirrored the struggle within me. There she was, fragile and broken, a reflection of the sorrow I had created. I took a hesitant step forward, my voice barely above a whisper.













"Fiora," I said, my throat tightened with emotion. When her eyes met mine, I saw the fear written across her face. She shrieked, a scream left from her lips, and then she yelled, begging me to leave. The sharpness of her reaction pierced me like a blade, and I froze, the aching in my chest growing more intense.















"Love" I take a cautious step, she corners herself, shivering and quivering like a leaf, shaking her head and uttering something. 













I just... I want to make things right, love. I never meant to hurt you," I begged, but my words were lost in the the darkness that had developed between us. The realisation that my presence now aroused fear in the person I loved the most, was heavy on my heart, the weight of my faults crushing me badly.














"Fiora, please, hear me out" I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.















"I can't stand seeing you like this. Let me to clarify everything and allow me to put things right." I begged.  Her eyes, which had previously been filled with fear, were now filled with pain and terror.




















 "No, leave. You've done enough," she yelled, her voice cutting through the air.














"I never wanted to hurt you, love. I just want to understand, to fix what I've broken," I pleaded, taking another cautious step forward, but her reaction intensified.












"Stay back! I don't want to hear it." she retorted, her words dripping with the pain.















I stood there, my hands extended in a vain attempt to close the increasing gap, caught between the want to soothe her and the fear of causing more harm.