Yaiza's heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding her veins. She couldn't help but be swept away by his infectious excitement. Holding her hand out to him once more, she smiled, her eyes shining with affection.

"Then the leads should hold hand to give a good effect," Yaiza stood before him, holding her hand out, Taehyung felt his heart fluttering erratically in his chest. Her gaze held a softness that made his stomach fill with butterflies, and the whole scene felt like something out of a dream. His body trembled with anticipation as his gaze shifted between her outstretched hand and her captivating face.

For Taehyung, dreams had always been restless pursuits, with Yaiza slipping away like smoke before he could grasp her. But now, here she was, offering her hand to him in reality, and he couldn't believe his luck.

His hand shook as he raised it towards hers, his mind swirling with a thousand thoughts and emotions. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by the possibility of finally feeling her touch.

"I... I..." he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper, his hesitation palpable.

Yaiza sensed his uncertainty, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. "You don't want to hold my hand?" she asked softly, already knowing his answer.

Taehyung's voice trembled as much as his hand as he spoke, his words filled with sincerity and longing. "I want to, not only now but forever," he confessed, his voice breaking with emotion.

With a gentle smile, Yaiza waited patiently, her hand still extended towards him, a silent invitation. Taehyung's trembling hand hovered over hers, hesitating, as if unsure of its own desires.

"You can hold it, you have the right to hold it, only you," at her words, Taehyung felt a lump form in his throat, his chest constricting with emotion.

Closing his eyes, a sob of gratitude escaped his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. He felt as though he were floating on clouds, the world around him fading into a blur of sensations and emotions. But beneath the surface, there lingered a fear-a fear of falling, of losing the precious moment they shared.

"I have every right on you," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "You are mine, and yet I feel like you're just a dream. I'm afraid that if I touch you, you'll fade away, leaving me in an endless wait for forever." Taehyung voice cracked at the end Yazia felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his words.

"Will you wait for me forever?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Taehyung nodded, his lips pressed together in a tight line, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Why?" she pressed further, her curiosity mingled with affection.

"Because you are my forever," Taehyung replied, his voice raw with honesty. "I may have been with countless women physically, but I never felt my heart truly belonged to anyone until I saw you. What I feel for you is not just lust; it's something deeper, something I never thought possible, even in my wildest dreams. Physical attraction fades with time, but what I feel for you is eternal."

Yazia smiled as she listened to his words, familiar with his tendency to open up about his past. She had witnessed it firsthand, it burned, and the sight of Leena and Taehyung that night stung, but right now in front of him, it was not that Taehyung she knew she hated... Was she really ever hating him or it's just her way of coping with her forbidden attraction towards him? Only she knows.

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