When Worlds Collide | PJM - KTH ✓ (Hahm Series #3)

Chapter 6

'No, no, we're good,' Yunhee replied, looking perturbed as she massaged her temples. 'It's Taehyung, actually. He's...he's in my head.'

Taehyung's brows shot skyward, but in the café, his frown deepened as Yunhee closed her eyes and pressed her tiny palms into her skull. 'Well, I'm no psychiatrist, but I guess that's to be expected after everything you went through-'

'It's not that,' Yunhee's face creased as if some ferocious headache overwhelmed her, 'it's something else. Like a dark presence. This magnetic force that draws me to him when he's not around.'

Taehyung felt the wave of alarm sweeping through his doppelgänger's veins; the ex was not only bothered, but he blamed himself for the suffering she'd undergone. He cared not for Tae's guilt, though, too inundated with the necessity to learn more of Yunhee's predicament.

'Is he...is this happening as we speak?'

Good sport, Taehyung thought the moment the adequate query tumbled from his lips.

'A little, yes,' Yunhee sighed as she opened her alluring eyes.

And there it was.

The confirmation that Miss Hahm could indeed hear the whispers dripping like honey between them.

Heavens, if he was there and not the pitiful double who reeked of trepidation and lacked self-confidence, he would have seized the woman by the jaw and kissed her until all that existed in her world was their magnetising chemistry.

'Have you spoken to Jimin about this?'

Blyad! More ridiculous syllables rolling off his tongue.

Being unable to say what he so urgently wanted was disappointing, but as with all previous visions, Taehyung had no control over his actions or comments. And so, helplessly he sat, his gaze pinned to the woman riddled with apprehension as she wrung out her hands.

'I'm not sure he'll understand,' Yunhee stammered.

'I'm not sure I understand!' Taehyung blustered.

Oh, but how I do, he simpered as his doppelgänger cupped his nose, took a second to gather his jumbled thoughts, and flattened his palms on the table.

'Okay, please don't take this the wrong way, but this force you're describing, is it...is it making you want to be by Taehyung's side?'

Anticipating Yunhee's response, Taehyung shifted over the paisley cushions in hopes that it would draw him closer, but the lively café began to disintegrate like fog under morning sunlight, threatening to rid him of the beguiling lady and the reply he so desperately sought.

'No, wait...' he hissed, cognizant of his fingertips whitening on the sill as he strained to hold on to the valuable reminiscence. But there was nothing he could do, the memory receding like some distant mirage until there was naught but his quivering form hunched over in the placid sitting room. 'Fuck sake!'

Thwacking the window pane, Taehyung pressed his balled fist against his impliable lips before aggressively swiping the strewn paperback from the floor.

It's Taehyung. He's in my head.

Yunhee's admission was not enough. It was the answer to Tae's final question that was crucial-

'What are you doing in here?' Jimin barked as he strode in. 'I thought I told you that this room is private?'

Neatening his crooked posture, Taehyung removed his glasses and affixed a cheerful smile to his face to acknowledge the unwelcome presence. Any other man may have trembled at the foreboding glint in his eyes, but Jimin's intimidation techniques were about as belligerent as a rotten avocado.