One Hundred and-six

                                    

                                          






Vote goal is 110 





Fiora's pov 





"I will. Now be a good girl of mine and do as I say."  As Taehyung's words echo in my mind, a shiver runs down my spine, mingling with the fear and uncertainty swirling within me. 



Summoning all the courage I can muster, I step out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as I confront the scene  before me. Taehyung stands there, a looming figure in the center, his presence casting a shadow over everything.




My gaze flickers to Hyungie, his expression tense with uncertainty, and I can feel the weight of his concern pressing down on me. I want to reassure him, to tell him that everything will be okay, but the words stick in my throat, suffocated by the fear of what Taehyung might do.



"She won't come with you anywhere," Seokkie declares, his voice ringing with authority.



"We will keep her safe."  Seokkie's warning cuts through the tension like a knife, his words sharp. I can see the anger simmering beneath the surface, a reflection of the turmoil raging within me. Chan's voice joins in, his tone laced with defiance. 







"You're not less dangerous than Alle- him," he spits out, his jaw clenched with determination. 




"So you better stay the hell away from her." I Stand there, caught in the crossfire of their confrontation, torn between my loyalty to Taehyung and my desire to protect my friends. But deep down, I know that I can't ignore the warning signs any longer, that I can't continue to turn a blind eye to the danger lurking beneath the surface.


With a heavy heart, I take a step forward, my voice trembling but firm.


"Hyungie," I say, swallowing back the fear threatening to consume me.



"I... I think it's best if we talk." And as his gaze meets mine, I pray silently that he'll listen, that he'll understand the gravity of the situation before it's too late.



"See, I'm not saying this, Fiora also wants it," My frown deepens as he gestures for me to come closer. Trembling, I take hesitant steps toward him, his hand heavy on my back, sending shivers down my spine.



As Taehyung's hand presses firmly against my back, I can feel the weight of his expectations bearing down on me. The air feels heavy with tension, and my heart races as I prepare to tell his words to  them.

"What is he saying, Fiora?" Seokkie's voice cuts through the silence, his eyes searching mine for answers.



"I told them that it's better and even safer if you leave with me for a few days," Taehyung declare. 






"Wh-att?" I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper, my hands trembling with nerves.





"Don't you want to go with me my love." Taehyung says, his hand firm on my waist. 



The disbelief in Seokkie's eyes mirrors the turmoil within me. I feel like a traitor, torn between my loyalty to my friends and the fear of defying Taehyung.



"What?" Seokkie's voice rises with incredulity, his fists clenching at his sides.



I flinch at the intensity of his reaction, my gaze darting nervously between him and Taehyung. The pressure of Taehyung's hand on my back increases, a silent warning not to falter.