‧₊˚✧TAEHYUNG✧˚₊‧

Watching Lisa, I realized that her innocence and beauty ignited a fierce desire within me. Determined to make her mine tonight, I masked my dark intentions behind a facade of care and concern.

"Doll, would you like to have some drinks?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of longing. Her innocent smile only fueled my desire further.

Lisa looked stunning in the black dress, her beauty driving me wild. The way the fabric clung to her figure, accentuating every curve, made my heart race and my mind spin with desire.

"No, sir, I can't drink, but I can have cocktail juice," she replied innocently, her words sending a surge of anticipation through me.

Suppressing my impatience, I assured her, "Okay, doll, stay here. I'll bring it to you. Don't go anywhere; you're my responsibility."

Her nod, accompanied by a cute gesture, stirred an irresistible urge to claim her as my own. Tonight, I would make her mine, and nothing would stand in my way.

I'll kiss her and f-ck her the way I want. I don't care about anything, but I can't give her pain. I'll be gentle with her. I'll make sure she enjoys it.

With a calculated move, I approached the bartender and ordered one normal champagne and one cocktail.

Leaning in, I whispered, "Add a little alcohol to cocktail one." The bartender nodded in understanding and swiftly fulfilled my request.

As soon as the drinks were ready, I took them and made my way back to Lisa, handing her the cocktail with a charming smile.

"Here you go, doll," I said, my voice smooth and reassuring. Lisa looked at me with a mixture of shyness and gratitude.

"Sir, what was the need? Well, thank you," she replied, her smile warming my heart. As she took a sip of her cocktail, I followed suit, enjoying the crisp taste of the champagne.

Tonight, I would make sure that Lisa's inhibitions faded away and she succumbed to the desires she had been suppressing.

Concerned for Lisa's well-being, I immediately approached her, as she seemed to be losing her balance.

"What happened, doll?" I inquired, worry evident in my voice. Lisa looked at me with a distressed expression and replied, "Sir, I feel dizzy; my head is heavy."

Without hesitation, I gently held her and reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll take the apartment, and you can rest."

With Lisa in my arms, I navigated us out of the party, where my guards were waiting. Gesturing them, I signaled to open the car door.

They quickly complied, and I settled into the car, cradling Lisa protectively.

Instructing the driver, I said firmly, "Take us to the apartment." The driver acknowledged my command and began to drive, with the SUV carrying me and my other guards following closely behind.

As we arrived at my apartment, I couldn't help but notice Lisa's state of intoxication. An evil chuckle escaped me as desire surged within me.

Stepping out of the car, I instructed my guards, "Take our bags into the apartment." They promptly complied, retrieving our suitcases from the trunk.

Turning my attention to Lisa, I opened her door and found her completely lost in her drunken state. Without hesitation, I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her gently as I carried her inside.

Upon reaching the lift, I entered and pressed the button for my floor. As my guards used the other lift.

As soon as the lift doors opened, my guards were there, and my staff bowed to me, opening the door to my luxurious apartment.

Once inside, I directed my guards to place our bags and dismissed them with a firm command, "Out now, and don't disturb me."

They quickly complied, leaving us alone. With Lisa in my arms, I made my way to the bedroom, intent on f-cking her.

I positioned Lisa delicately on the bed, aware of the weight of my responsibility in introducing her to this realm of intimacy.

As I shed my coat, each button of my shirt was released, unveiling the rawness of my desire. Lisa, her smile tinged with the haze of alcohol, uttered words that stirred a tumultuous mix of longing and conflict within me.

"Why do you come to my dreams?" She murmured, her voice laced with both disdain and yearning. "I despise you, yet I crave you. Please kiss me."

Her plea was a catalyst, igniting a primal fire within me as I leaned in, drawn inexorably to the forbidden fruit of her lips.

The taste of her, like strawberries, ignited a frenzy of desire, consuming rational thought in its wake.

I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of her lips, kissing her with a fervor born of insatiable longing.

This kiss was very different from any before; it was deep, passionate, and desperate, filled with the raw intensity of emotions we could no longer contain.

Every touch, every movement, spoke of the unspoken desires and the fierce connection that bound us together.

My lips trailed down her neck and caressed her cheek, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Lisa's serene and enigmatic smile belied the tumult of emotions swirling within her. "I know this is a dream," she whispered softly, her voice a mere whisper in the shadowy depths of desire.

Her words pierced the veil of passion, leaving me suspended in uncertainty. "What dream, Lisa?" I inquired, my voice a husky murmur laden with anticipation.

A chuckle escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, and succumbed to the embrace of sleep, leaving me to ponder the mystery of her subconscious desires and dreams.

The pose in which I dozed off made me so horny that my cock was already displayed under my pants. Her top was also in such a position that I could partially see her boobs.

I sat beside her, put her head on my lap, and kissed her lightly on her lips. Then I moved my hands over her medium-sized breast.

Her breathing increased a bit. I decided to explore her more. I removed her dress and also removed her bra, saw her bare breast, and went on very horny.

Her breasts were in front of me, and they were very firm. Her nipples swelled as I put my fingers over them.

She is so beautiful and very forbidden. I was getting excited, and even Lisa was not in her senses.

I put my mouth over her nipples and rotated my tongue around them. She seemed to shiver a bit but settled down quickly.

The lower part of her body was still covered. I removed her lacy lingerie and pushed it down. I was very surprised to see that she had clean femininity.

I pulled and started rubbing her feminine lips with my finger. My cock was already on high. I kiss her once, relishing the jolt that shoots through her body.

I push her knees wider and hold her in place. She's mine. Exposed. At my mercy. And I love it. Slowly, I start circling my tongue around her sensitive sweet spot.

I like her feminity, as I tease her. She is so sweet. I tease her. She was wet. I was instantly concerned that she woke up, but why wouldn't she say something or cry out?

After about a minute, I decided she was indeed still asleep, and I continued.

The rational part of me wants to resist and say that this is wrong and that we should stop. But it's the other part of me that already knows what I'm going to do.

It's the primal, animal side of me that wants to claim this girl in every conceivable way.

It's the side of me that wants to make her mine, make her come, and make her scream my name as I fill her fertile young body with my seed.

As I unbuckled my pants and let it fall down, and I also undid my underwear, I rubbed her soaked femininity a little longer, and then Easily, I slid my slick, hard cock up against her ass crack.

I slid it right in with her femininity. Between my pre-release and her being wet, it was well-lubricated in there.

I started sliding my cock back and forth in between her hot, wet folds. It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I placed my hand back on her breast and started playing with her nipple again.

I was really going at it, and I probably should have been gentler, but it felt so good, I couldn't stop. As I played with her nipple, I looked down at her face. It was by now very red, and sweat was forming on her brow.

She was almost panting by now, and I could feel her feminine lips starting to open, and my cock was trying to slip in.

I could feel the entrance, and I knew I could get in. But I also knew that if I had, I would wake her up. I continued, hoping to release soon so I could stop.

But I never did. After another minute or two, she started breathing really hard and moaned kind of loudly.

Her ass started to grind against me, and I felt a gush of hot liquid. It soaked my cock and the bed under us both.

I sucked up all the juice and growled. She's good; maybe it's the first time she had her orgasm. I am the first man to make her release like that, and I feel proud.

Suddenly, I halted, perplexed by the inexplicable force that arrested my desires. I yearned to indulge in the intoxicating pleasure of her presence, yet an unfamiliar restraint held me back.

Never before had I hesitated; never before had I encountered such resistance within myself. I longed for her to remain conscious, to feel every touch and every caress, yet a part of me recoiled at the thought of violating her unconscious state.

I want to relish her—not through force; I never wanted to r-pe her, but by igniting a fire within her that she can't resist.

I crave to intertwine pleasure with a hint of pain, to make her mine in ways she's never imagined. I want her to willingly surrender, to become my little submissive, addicted to the ecstasy of desire that only I can provide.

With each touch, I'll awaken her senses, leaving an indelible mark on her soul, forever bound to me in a dance of dark passion.

I know I wanted to f-ck her, but I can't fathom why I held back, hovering on the brink of claiming her. Perhaps today fate smiled upon her, but soon enough, she will be mine completely.

Perhaps now is not the right time for me to take her, but I will take her soon and make her scream like a Sl-t.

Next time, I won't relent until every ounce of satisfaction is mine to savor. She'll find herself unable to resist.

I plunge deeper into the depths of her desires, consuming her entirely until there's nothing left but the echo of our shared ecstasy.

As I gazed upon Lisa, her features softened in the serenity of sleep, and I couldn't suppress a wistful smile.

How innocent she appeared, lost in the tranquil embrace of slumber, while I, consumed by darker impulses, grappled with the conflicting forces raging within.

The contrast between her purity and my own inner turmoil only served to deepen the chasm of guilt and desire that engulfed me.

I pressed my lips against hers one final time, savoring the taste of her, knowing it might be the last for today.

Admiring her sleeping form, I make her wear black lingerie and a dress, my favorite color, accentuating her porcelain skin.

She looked like a doll, a perfect match for my dark desires. At the party, whispers followed us, questioning if we were a couple as if drawn together by some magnetic force.

As I rose from the bed, adjusting my pants, I arranged Lisa's limp body with precision, covering her with a blanket. Retrieving my shirt and coat, I left the room, leaving behind a trail of longing and secrecy in my wake.

Frustration boiled within me as I stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind me. In my study, I unleashed my pent-up anger, pounding the wall with clenched fists.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned Lisa, her image driving me to the brink of madness. "Not next time, Lisa," I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Whether you're awake or not, I'll have you because I need you. This time I didn't f-ck you, but next time I will." The intensity of my desire burned hotter than ever before, consuming me in a relentless pursuit of gratification.

Why I didn't f-ck her even though I had a great opportunity, but still why I wanted that she would also be doing the same with me to f-ck with me and enjoy our time.

I tossed my coat and shirt aside, collapsing onto the couch, seeking solace in the comfort of nicotine. With each inhale of my cigarette, I tried to quell the turmoil raging within me.

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to regain control. My focus needed to be on the game ahead, not on the perplexing dreams haunting Lisa's subconscious.

Yet her words lingered, stirring a jealousy I couldn't quite comprehend. Was she yearning for me, or perhaps another?

The uncertainty gnawed at me, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade of indifference I wore so effortlessly.

I indulged in the most lascivious fantasies of her, knowing that, while I may not possess her heart, her body was undeniably mine.

After a long drag on my cigarette, I flicked the spent butt into the bin, its glow fading in the darkness.

Feeling the need to cleanse myself of the intensity that had consumed me, I made my way to the bathroom, where my previous pajamas awaited a silent acknowledgment from the staff who understood my routine all too well.

Shedding my pants and underwear, I stepped into the steaming embrace of the shower, seeking solace in the cascading water.

I wish I could f-ck her everywhere I please, but I know it will be one time. I hold my shaft in my hand; I never had masturbation.

I use women's hands and mouths to do that. I wish I could use my doll's little mouth and beautiful hands to please me.

I run my hand through my wet hair as I imagine Lisa here. An image of her shackled to my bed, with a butt plug inserted in her ass so she can't clench her buttocks, comes to mind, followed by judicious use of a belt or strap.

I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that—flawless—and what it would look like, pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.

And I want to f-ck her, spank her, and watch her alabaster skin pink beneath my hands.

I grasp my throbbing manhood firmly in my hand, my mind consumed by vivid fantasies of Lisa. As I delve deeper into the depths of my imagination, the sensations intensify.

With each stroke, I feel the mounting tension building within me until, finally, I breach the limit. A powerful release washes over me, synchronized with the cascading water of the shower, cleansing both body and soul.

In ecstasy, involuntary moans escape my lips, echoing in the steam-filled air.

"F-ck Lisa, next time I will f-ck you so hard.".

After finishing my bath, I turned off the shower and made my way to retrieve my towel. With each step, the cool tiles underfoot provided a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the water.

Once dried, I headed to my closet, where my sweatpants awaited. As I emerged from the bathroom, I entered my bedroom, situated adjacent to the study room.

I settled onto the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets enveloping me. With a determined effort, I focused my thoughts, attempting to quiet the racing of my mind and seek the solace of sleep.

‧₊˚✧LISA✧˚₊‧

As I slowly regained consciousness, my surroundings came into focus—a luxurious room adorned in shades of gray and black, exuding an air of sophistication.

A sudden pang of pain jolted through my head, leaving me disoriented and confused. Recollections of the previous night flooded back in fragments, mingling with a haze of uncertainty.

I glanced down at my attire, still clad in the dress from the party, and a realization dawned upon me like a sudden revelation.

I was in Sir Taehyung's apartment. The thought brought a mix of emotions—gratitude for his chivalrous gesture in providing shelter, yet apprehension over the events that transpired while I was unconscious.

Searching the room, I found no trace of him, prompting a wave of worry to wash over me. Did I make a mistake?

Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness as my hand reached down into my thong to check, only to be met with an unexpected sensation.

Wetness. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tentatively explored further, the realization dawning that it wasn't what I initially feared—a sign of impending menstruation—but something altogether different.

The implications of my discovery left me reeling, questions swirling in my mind like a tempest. What had transpired in the depths of the night? And where is Sir Taehyung now?

The remnants of last night's dream lingered like a haunting specter, vivid images of Sir Taehyung's forbidden advances playing on an endless loop in my mind.

The sensation of his lips upon mine, his touch igniting a primal fire within me—it was all too real, too tantalizingly forbidden.

A shiver coursed through me as I grappled with the implications of my arousal.

Could it be that my body had betrayed me in the throes of a dream, responding to Sir Taehyung's touch with a fervor I dared not acknowledge?

The mere thought sent a wave of disbelief crashing over me, mingled with a potent cocktail of desire and shame.

The notion of desiring a man so unequivocally forbidden stirred conflicting emotions within me—guilt for succumbing to temptation, yet an undeniable yearning that refused to be quelled.

As I struggled to make sense of the tumultuous whirlwind of sensations and emotions, one thing remained clear: the line between dreams and reality had blurred, leaving me to think of the treacherous terrain of desire and consequence alone.

Still, I didn't understand. Was it just a dream last night? But I had my dress on. If something had happened, I would be naked.

Oh god, how can I think like that about Taehyung Kim? He is a dignified man and a respectable person. The thought alone made me blush with embarrassment and guilt.

Maybe it was just another erotic dream. I didn't remember much about last night, except for feeling dizzy after drinking a cocktail. Maybe it was mixed with something.

Perhaps Sir Taehyung doesn't know about my drinking capacity. I can't drink, and I never do. I was too shy to even deny him the drink he offered.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion and lingering feelings. The memory of his touch and his presence haunted me, but I had to focus. I couldn't let my imagination run wild, especially not about someone like him.

I paced the room, trying to piece together the fragments of last night. The more I thought about it, the more tangled my thoughts became. Why couldn't I remember clearly?

I grew apprehensive at the thought of provoking his anger, fearing I may have done something amiss at the party.

Slowly, I rose from the bed, uncertainty weighing heavily on me.

As I stepped into the spacious hall, the contrast of the white marble floor against the walls immediately caught my eye.

The room was adorned with sleek, modern furnishings, exuding an air of elegance and luxury that left me momentarily awestruck.

My gaze wandered towards the source of music and enticing aromas, leading me to the kitchen.

There, amidst the symphony of jazz and the aroma of culinary delights, stood shirtless Sir Taehyung—a well-built figure, his muscular form illuminated by the soft glow of the kitchen lights.

My jaw dropped in astonishment, and a blush crept across my cheeks as embarrassment washed over me.

Sir Taehyung's back was turned to me, his movements fluid as he attended to the culinary masterpiece before him.

The sight of his half-naked form sent a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through me—admiration mingled with discomfort, desire tempered by the realization of our complicated relationship.

Unable to tear my gaze away, I found myself caught in a moment of surreal intimacy, observing him with a mixture of fascination and trepidation.

The absurdity of the situation—me, standing there like a voyeur, ogling at my potential future father-in-law—threatened to overwhelm me, yet I couldn't deny the undeniable allure of the scene unfolding before me.

Feeling a rush of embarrassment and nervousness, I mustered the courage to approach him.

With a shaky breath, I glanced down at the floor, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, before timidly knocking on the already open door.

"Good morning, Sir." I greeted him as politely as I could manage, my voice betraying my unease.

"Good morning, Doll. Are you fine?" His deep, rough voice sent a shiver down my spine, intensifying my nerves. I swallowed hard, mustering all my composure to respond politely.

"Well, I'm extremely sorry if I did something at the party," I confessed, watching as he turned to face me, his brows furrowing in curiosity.

Towering at nearly 6 feet, he possessed a Grecian god-like visage with a sun-kissed complexion.

His well-toned abs rippled beneath his honey-colored skin, and he effortlessly brushed back his shiny raven-black hair, his left hand resting casually on his waist.

I dared a glance at him before quickly diverting my gaze in embarrassment, willing myself not to blush in his presence.

The tension between us hung thickly in the air, his intense gaze weighing heavily on me.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice calm but tinged with a raspiness that only served to heighten my apprehension.

He regarded me with a reassuring gaze as he spoke. "You didn't do anything, but you got drunk, and I brought you here. I hope you're feeling better now, Doll. We'll wait a bit before heading to freshen up. I'll make you some lemonade to ease the hangover."

I bit my lip, overwhelmed by his consideration. "Sir, I'm sorry you had to deal with that because of me," I murmured, feeling a flush creep up my neck.

He chuckled softly, adding a dark edge to his amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. Swallowing hard, I fought to regain my composure. "No need to apologize, Doll. Now, go freshen up," he instructed firmly.

"Okay, Sir. But don't you have staff here? They could cook, and if you'd like, I could help," I offered tentatively.

His gaze turned steely, halting my words in their tracks. "I do have staff, but I can't wait for them. We have an event to attend, and then we're heading back to Seoul for a meeting," he explained, leaving no room for argument.

I nodded in acknowledgment before turning to retrieve my bag from the corner of the room. With a sense of gratitude and admiration for Sir Taehyung's care, I carried it back to the room and closed the door behind me.

As I began to undress, I couldn't shake the feeling of appreciation for his thoughtfulness.

He had allowed me to sleep in his bed and had respected my privacy by leaving the room, demonstrating a level of consideration that touched me deeply.

Carefully, I stripped off my clothes, followed by my thong and bra, and neatly folded them before placing them back in my bag.

As I walked into the bathroom and locked the glass door behind me, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence surrounding me. Everything was so expensive, and yet here I was, privileged enough to use it all.

As the water cascaded over my body, I couldn't shake the sensation of heat coursing through me. It felt as though Sir Taehyung's touch lingered on my skin, igniting a forbidden desire that left me feeling conflicted and guilty.

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy, imagining his presence with a mixture of guilt and pleasure.

I could feel his touch. I don't know why, but maybe it's something I started to like. Though I knew it was wrong, the allure of him proved too intoxicating to resist.

After finishing my shower, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and stepped out of the bathroom. With swift movements, I retrieved my new bra and thong from my bag, slipping them on before grabbing my long yellow frock.

Hanging the towel in the bathroom, I swiftly slipped into my dress, ensuring it fell just right before heading back to tidy up my belongings.

After neatening the bed and arranging my bag, I then applied sunscreen and a minimal amount of makeup, opting for a natural look.

Leaving my wet hair to dry naturally, I felt a sense of readiness settle over me.

I walked out of the room to find Sir Taehyung already at the table, breakfast neatly laid out before us. His gaze met mine, silently beckoning me to join him.

Taking my seat, I watched as he ate with practiced precision, his handsome features illuminated by the soft morning light.

"Why aren't you eating? And don't forget your drink," he remarked, his tone gentle yet firm.

Nodding in response, I obediently began to eat, feeling a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his attention. Once we finished, we both rose from the table, preparing to depart.

I was making a bun of my hair when Sir Taehyung approached me once more. His presence sent a flutter of excitement through me.

"I like your hair like that. You look beautiful, little doll," he said, his voice warm and appreciative. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, my heart skipping a beat at his compliment.

"Now, get everything ready. We're leaving soon, okay?" He added, his tone taking on a more authoritative note.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my composure despite the rush of emotions. His words lingered in my mind, adding a touch of sweetness to the task at hand.

I nodded, feeling both flattered and bewildered by his compliment, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as he walked away, leaving me to ponder the enigmatic nature of our relationship.

I despise how he has the power to make me feel such intense happiness, igniting desires I never knew existed.

I'm not that kind of girl; all I want is a simple life with a loving family and a fulfilling job. Yet his allure is like a forbidden fruit, tempting me to indulge in sinful thoughts.

I can't comprehend how I could develop feelings for him when I already have a boyfriend, Mingyu. I'm terrified of the depth of my emotions for Sir Taehyung.

My submissive nature, combined with my innate kindness, has always led me to respect my elders and obey their commands without question.

I never imagined I could feel this passionately about someone who is married, has a stepson, and is twenty years old.

Lost in my swirling thoughts, I gathered my bag and purse from the room. Just then, Sir Taehyung emerged from his quarters, exuding an irresistible charm in his gray suit and impeccably styled hair. It struck me that he didn't have his suitcase with him.

As we stepped out and he locked the door behind us, I clutched my belongings tightly. His gaze fell upon the staff, and he issued orders with authority. "Clean everything, lock up, and ensure my suitcase is neatly packed," he commanded.

The staff nodded deferentially and scurried inside to carry out his instructions. Meanwhile, Sir Taehyung took my bag from my grasp, handing it over to another staff member. "Take this down and load it into the car," he directed.

With everything in order, Sir Taehyung and I stepped into the lift together, leaving behind the luxurious confines of the apartment building.

As we descended to the ground floor, a guard stood at attention, bowing respectfully as Sir Taehyung approached. "I'll be heading back to Seoul after the charity event," he announced.

The guard nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, sir," he replied dutifully. Another guard fetched the Royal Royce while the staff loaded my belongings into the car.

We were ushered into the waiting vehicle by the chauffeur, and as we settled in, I couldn't help but notice the gloomy sky outside.

Despite the threatening clouds, it wasn't yet raining—a subtle contradiction to the weather forecast.

As the car came to a stop, accompanied by guards and the driver, Sir Taehyung emerged, and I followed suit.

A heartwarming sight greeted us—numerous children gathered around, their faces lit up with joy. My heart swelled with happiness at the sight.

Upon entering the event venue, we were greeted warmly by the organizers. An older lady approached us, accompanied by her staff, expressing her gratitude.

"It's wonderful to have you here, Mr. Kim. Your contributions to the charity are truly appreciated," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Pride swelled within me as I looked at Sir Taehyung, admiring his generosity and kindness. With a charming smile, he replied, "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Ellana. I find great joy in bringing happiness to these children."

Mrs. Ellana nodded, extending a warm welcome before guiding us to the main hall. There, Sir Taehyung engaged in conversations with various attendees, making connections and discussing philanthropic efforts.

Finally, we were ushered to VIP seats, and Sir Taehyung ensured that I was settled comfortably beside him.

The sense of camaraderie and purpose in the air filled me with a profound sense of gratitude for being part of such a noble cause.

As the event came to a close, Sir Taehyung and I made our way back to the car, embarking on the journey back to Seoul.

Hours passed, and as we approached my apartment, confusion clouded my thoughts. "Sir, why are we heading apartment?" I questioned, puzzled by the unexpected turn of events.

He turned to me with a gentle smile and replied, "I can see you're tired Doll. You need rest. I hope you enjoyed your day. I'll handle the meeting."

His consideration for my well-being warmed my heart, and in a moment of admiration and gratitude, I leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

It was a bold move, one that I knew was inappropriate, yet I couldn't resist the urge to express my appreciation.

To my surprise, he looked at me with astonishment and questioned, "Doll, what is this?" His reaction left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, regretting my impulsive action yet unable to deny the desire that burned within me.

I felt his arms enveloping me, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to find the right words. "I'm sorry, sir. I may have overstepped boundaries, but I wanted to express my appreciation for your kindness and gentlemanly demeanor. You've made me feel comfortable and acted as a healer, not to mention your contributions to helping disadvantaged children. I can't explain how happy you've made me."

Biting my lip, I continued, "I apologize if I've acted inappropriately, but you deserve recognition for all that you do." His chuckle washed over me, and he released me from his embrace, offering a warning with a playful tone.

"You were already cute, but now you're becoming bold. I like that. Just be careful, Lisa. Someone might misunderstand your way of showing appreciation," he cautioned, leaving me to ponder his words and the implications of my actions.

I nodded silently, feeling a pang of sadness as I recalled his past struggles and the loneliness he must have endured. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my heart aching for him.

He shook his head, his expression softening. "There is no need to apologize. No one has ever appreciated me the way you have," he admitted, his words piercing through the somber atmosphere.

Touched by his vulnerability, I mustered a small smile. "I'm glad I could do that for you. You're truly inspiring, sir. You're like an idol to me," I confessed, sincerity lacing my words.

Returning my smile, he gently urged, "Now go, baby doll, and get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day. Remember to give yourself and Mingyu space and focus on your work. Just let things flow naturally."

With a sense of gratitude newfound determination and a nod of understanding, I stepped out of the car, greeted by the waiting guard who had retrieved my bag from the trunk.

As I grasped it firmly, a smile tugged at my lips, buoyed by the advice imparted by Sir Taehyung.

Walking towards my apartment, I couldn't shake the sense of contentment that washed over me. It was a curious feeling, one that I hadn't experienced in Mingyu's presence.

Despite the uncertainty and complexities of my emotions, I couldn't deny the sense of completeness that enveloped me in Sir Taehyung's presence.

Perhaps, with his guidance and understanding, I had found the space I needed to explore my desires and ambitions.