[A/N: Valentine's Special Update 2, I know its 2 days past already, but you know I have a tight schedule and its hard to make time for writing through it!]

Cherry tossed and turned under the covers, but no position seemed comfortable enough to lull her into sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his presence—Taehyung's voice still whispering against her skin, his scent still lingering in the coat now draped over her desk chair.

She groaned, burying her face into her pillow. Get out of my head.

But her mind wasn't listening.

She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, her heartbeat uneven. She wanted to scream at herself—why did she always turn into an idiot in front of him? There were so many things she wanted to say, so many comebacks she had prepared. Yet, the moment she stood before him, she forgot how to speak.

"Why do you let him do this to you?" her consciousness nagged.

"I don't" she whispered to the empty room.

Oh? Then what was that back there? The whole 'melting into his touch' thing? Or the way your heart stopped when he whispered in your ear?

She clenched her jaw, refusing to entertain the thought.

It was just the moment.

Right. The moment where you completely lost your ability to function because of him.

She grabbed her pillow and smacked it against her face, muffling a frustrated scream.

This wasn't normal. It couldn't be normal. She wasn't the type to get flustered this easily. And yet, just one look, one smirk, one whispered word from him, and she was reduced to nothing but a stuttering mess.

She exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling once more.

Was she... attracted to him?

The thought sent a jolt through her body, her fingers tightening around the blanket.

No. It couldn't be!

She hated him. Didn't she?

She turned onto her side, curling up as her mind waged a relentless battle against itself.

Something crossed her mind.

Before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, fingers flying over the screen. Her eyes scanned through the list of contacts, slipping past names until she found it.

A simple tap. The phone started ringing.

Each second stretched unbearably long, and just as she considered hanging up—

A groggy, half-dead voice answered.

"Oh Lord—Cherry, it's three in the freaking morning! Do you have a death wish? What kind of psycho calls at this hour?"

She huffed, rolling onto her back. "I can't sleep, and you're snoring away like a pig."

Sophie groaned loudly on the other side. "Ugh, I was sleeping like an angel, actually. Until you decided to wake me up with your nonsense."

She ignored her. "I have a question."

There was a long yawn on the other side. "Oh God. This better not be one of your weird philosophical crises again. I swear if you're about to ask if cereal is a soup—"

"It's not about food!" Cherry snapped, rubbing her forehead. "It's just... a scenario I was thinking about."

There was a brief pause. "Okay, hit me."

She exhaled, trying to keep her voice casual. "Let's say... a girl gets kidnapped by a random guy."

Silence.

Then, Sophie snorted. "You really need to stop reading those trashy mafia romance books."

"I'm serious!"

"Alright, alright. Continue."

Cherry licked her lips. "So, the guy is... dangerous. Seductive. Kind of psychotic."

"Great start" Sophie deadpanned.

"And she finds out he's been stalking her. He keeps appearing out of nowhere, making these... offers."

Sophie let out a long sigh. "What kind of offers?"

Cherry hesitated. "Like... dating her."

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

"...What the actual hell?"

Cherry chewed on her lip, gripping the phone tighter. "And instead of, you know, running for her life like any normal person would—she finds herself attracted to him."

A sharp inhale came from the other side. Then Sophie's voice—flat, unimpressed.

"Okay. Either that girl needs to be thrown into an asylum immediately, or that guy is just a sick delusion of hers. Because no sane human would think, 'Oh gee, my stalker/kidnapper is kinda hot, let's date.'"

She swallowed. "...Right."

"Like, hello? That's literally the beginning of a horror movie. Tell that girl to file a restraining order and get therapy."

Cherry laughed awkwardly. "Y-yeah. Totally. Just a thought."

"Uh-huh. And while we're at it, let's also discuss why you're thinking about this at three in the morning."

She nearly choked. "No reason!"

"Liar."

"I just—ugh! Forget it. Go back to sleep."

Sophie sighed dramatically. "Fine. But seriously, Cherry, whatever dark romance hole you've fallen into, climb out."

Cherry hummed noncommittally, though her mind was already spiraling.

Because if what Sophie said was true...

Cherry barely had time to process before the call cut off with a soft click.

"Goodnight, sweetpea."

The silence that followed was deafening. Her phone slipped from her grasp onto the sheets as she exhaled sharply, pressing a hand against her racing heart.

And then—her gaze landed on it.

The coat.

It sat draped over the chair by her desk, the expensive fabric catching the dim light in soft folds. It was just a piece of clothing. Just a damn coat.

But her mind—her traitorous, reckless mind—saw something else.

Him.

Taehyung, lounged in that chair like he belonged there, legs spread, one arm draped lazily over the armrest. His dark eyes would trail over her, slow and deliberate, undressing her without so much as lifting a finger.

A shiver ghosted down her spine.

Her breathing turned shallow, heat curling in her stomach as she clenched her thighs together, ashamed that she wasn't terrified.

She should be terrified.

But she wasn't.

A new thought slithered into her mind, sinful and uninvited.

What if he was actually there? Sitting in the shadows while she lay asleep, helpless, vulnerable. What if she woke up the same way she had at his place—tied down, unable to move, with him watching her, enjoying the sight?

And then him climbing on top of her peeling every layer of clothing away with his raven head stuck between her legs while his veiny hands groped her-

Her pulse spiked.

I must be mentally sick to think like that! Cherry squeezed her eyes shut as if that could banish the images swirling in her head, but it only made them sharper.

His voice—low, teasing, sinful—whispering against her ear.

"You like it a bit too much, don't you, babygirl?"

Her eyes snapped open.

No!

No, no, no.

This was dangerous. He was dangerous.

And yet, her fingers twitched toward the coat, toward the only tangible thing he had left behind. It still smelled like him.

Cherry swallowed, hard.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up, bare feet hitting the cool floor as she stood.

The coat sat there like a silent taunt. It was stupid. So stupid. But she wants it! All these traitorous thoughts flooding her head were blinding her with lust. Her fingers still reached out, hesitating just before touching it.

Her heart pounded against her ribs.

It's just a coat, Cherry.

But it wasn't. It was his.

Her fingers finally closed around the thick fabric, pulling it toward her. A shiver coursed down her spine as she brought it closer, inhaling the lingering scent— him.

She should put it back. She should throw it somewhere far away. Hell, even burn it!

Instead, she clutched it tighter and turned toward her bed.

The room felt too big, too empty. And she felt like everything became alive around her, the walls the air, the silence itself, and they all were watching her with accusing eyes. The weight of the night pressed down on her as she crawled back under the covers, the coat still in her grasp. She hesitated, then slowly draped it over herself, pulling it close as if it could somehow fill the void in her chest.

Warm.

It was warm, like he had just been wearing it.

Her lids fluttered shut.

And then, the image formed behind her eyes—so clear, so vivid, it made her breath hitch.

Not the coat.

Him.

Taehyung, above her, caging her in.

His body pressed against hers, his hands sinking into the mattress beside her head. That slow, predatory smirk.

"You look so sweet like this, Cherry. All wrapped up for me."

Her fingers clenched the fabric tighter.

She should push the thought away, shove it into the deepest corner of her mind and never think about it again.

But she didn't.

Instead, she let the darkness lull her, let his phantom weight keep her warm, until exhaustion finally took over.

And somewhere in the quiet, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness—

She swore she heard a chuckle.

A deep, velvety sound that slithered down her spine and coiled in the pit of her stomach.

Then—warmth. A phantom touch, trailing down her arm, featherlight but deliberate. Her breath hitched.

Lips. Dragging over her skin, ghosting across the curve of her shoulder, dipping lower. The sensation was so vivid, so real, she swore she could feel his breath fanning against her neck.

Her fingers curled tighter around the coat. Her thighs clenched shut.

It's not real. It's not real.

But the way his hands—those veiny, beautiful hands—gripped her waist, molding her against a presence that wasn't there, made her toes curl in desperation.

A sigh slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

The weight of his body, the press of his chest against hers—it was all in her head. She knew that.

And yet—

"You're thinking about me, aren't you?" The voice—smooth, dark, commanding—curled around her like a shadow, pressing into every corner of her mind.

"Y-yes" She whispered back.

"Then be a good girl for daddy, and entertain me."

Her fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles white. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, charged with something unseen. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. Her hand slipped to her stomach and down it traveled tugging at the strings of her pajamas.

"That's it," the voice hummed in her head, smug satisfaction lacing every word. "You don't have to fight it, babygirl."

Her eyes squeezed tighter with her breath heavy. This was a dream. A hallucination. A product of her exhausted, twisted mind. And yet—

A whimper slipped past her lips when she felt the ghost of his hand slip beneath her chin, tilting her face as if he were really there, watching her crumble beneath his words.

"You're already so obedient for me" the voice purred, dark and velvety, curling around her like smoke.

Her breath hitched, fingers trembling as they dipped lower, brushing against heated skin. She shouldn't. God, she shouldn't. But her body betrayed her—drawn in, lured by the phantom touch that wasn't really there.

"Sweet little thing."

Her back arched slightly, her lips parting as the tension coiled tighter inside her. The room felt suffocating, thick with something wrong—something forbidden.

No. This isn't real.

And yet—

"Doesn't matter" the voice chuckled, "your body knows who it belongs to." A gasp escaped her, her mind hazy with need, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.

"Say my name." Her pulse thundered in her ears. "Say it, Cherry."

"Taehyung~" Her fingers slipped deeper into the narrow valley between her legs and she found it already flooded with her warm juices. Her breath hitched as her fingers grazed over her heated skin, her body betraying her. Every whispered word in her mind felt like a phantom touch—his touch. The ghost of his lips dragged along her throat, his deep voice curling around her like a silk ribbon, wrapping her up in the illusion of him.

"You're so eager" the voice in her head mused, dark amusement dripping from every syllable. "Did you miss me that much, babygirl?"

Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, the pressure only making the ache worse. A whimper slipped past her lips before she could stop it, her body melting into the fantasy. She slipped a digit past her moist walls and oh it felt like salvation.

The weight of his coat draped over her only made it worse—made it real. It smelled like him, that intoxicating mix of spice and musk, the very scent that had wrapped around her in his house, in the car, in the alley, every time he got too close, stealing her breath like a thief in the night. Her fingers became traitorous as if they no longer belonged to her, and neither cared for her sanity. As if they were just a slave to... him. Obeying him willfully.

A moan slipped past her lips with her head pressing back into the pillow. The tension was high, the ache too sweet and the need to get ruined overwhelmed her. A thin sheathe of sweat coated her caramel skin as she moaned shamelessly while her fingers ruined her a bit too aggressively. Just like how the raven head would have. Her hips bucked and her body coiled rising above the bed. The delicious ache of reaching her high rang around her alarming dangerously close.

She was close, too close.

Her free hand curled into the fabric, gripping it like a lifeline as her back arched slightly off the bed. "T-Taehyung..." she whispered into the darkness, a confession to no one but herself.

A chuckle—low, rich, sinful—echoed in her mind.

"Good girl." That was it! she couldn't take it anymore. Clear juice splashed against the sheets as she squirted in streams. A shriek slipped past her swollen lips from continuous biting. Her body slumping back to the bed.

And then—

Her eyes snapped open, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The room was silent, still. The only thing pressing down on her was the weight of his coat.

And yet, it felt like he had been here. Like he had touched her. Owned her.

Cherry swallowed hard, pressing a trembling hand to her lips.

She was losing her mind. Or maybe... just maybe... she didn't mind being lost.

The exhaustion and satisfaction left her snuggling against the coat slipping into the valley of sleep like a thief. Hiding from her own consciousness that sat in the corner of the room gawking at what had just happened.

She burrowed deeper into the coat, its warmth seeping into her skin, its scent coiling around her like a lover's embrace. Maybe this was madness. Maybe she was slipping into something dangerous. But if losing herself meant feeling him like this—she didn't want to be found. The shadows stretched long against the walls, whispering secrets she refused to hear.

She had already fallen. And the scariest part? She didn't want to get back up now!