𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞┃ 𝐊𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐅 ┃

Ninety -three

Fiora's pov

I slowly blinked my eyes open, the weight around my waist pulling me from my  sleep. As my gaze focused, I found Taehyung, his eyes locked onto me with a soft, fond expression. My heart skipped a beat, a warm rush of emotions washing over me as I met his gaze.

His hand, so gentle yet possessive, held me close, I felt safe and cherished, his presence wrapping around me like a comforting cocoon. His deep, soulful eyes seemed to see right into my heart, and I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with affection.

I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, His soft, warm lips pressed against my palm, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but blush even more, the memory of night flooding back, making my cheeks burn with a deeper shade of red. Taehyung's chuckle only made me feel more self-conscious, but his touch and laughter were comforting.

He pulled me closer, and I nestled my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent. It was a scent that had become a part of my world,  In his arms, I felt truly content, safe, and loved.

"Love" My heart raced as Taehyung called out. I looked up at him, and he  kissed on my nose, which eased some of my anxiety. But the concern in his eyes was undeniable.

"Do you want or have something to tell me." He asked, his eyes serching mine, like he wants to know something.

"No" I said, shaking my head.

"I don't think I should ask this or not-"  He stuttered, looking around, avoiding my gaze.

"What is it Taehyung?" I asked, I cup his cheeks as he gazes down at me.

"So you often have nightmares, is there something I need to know or you want to tell me."  He said hesitantly. 

My heart stopped,When he asked about my nightmares, my face drained of color, and my stomach twisted into knots. Did he somehow know about my past, about the haunting memories that still scared  me? My mind raced, and my breath became shallow as panic threatened to consume me.

I couldn't have a panic attack in front of him, not now. I shook my head, trying to chase away the rising fear.

"No, Taehyung," I stammered, my voice trembling.

"It's nothing, just...bad dreams, that's all."  I stammered, my fingers trembling.

"Fiora" He said strenly.

The seriousness in Taehyung's voice sent a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard and met his gaze. His expression softened, but my eyes began to well up with tears as a painful memory rushes through my mind, vivid and haunting. It was a memory I had tried so hard to bury, to forget, but now it was coming back, threatening to consume me once more.