🖤 Black & White 🤍

The city outside slept beneath silver rain, but one house on the hill still carried the echo of last night's party.

Isha's hands trembled as she crouched by the tall gate, her breath visible in the air.

Her friend's voice was barely a whisper. "You sure about this?"

She nodded once. "I just... want something of his. Just a shirt."

A soft click broke the stillness. The gate opened.

They slipped inside like shadows, faces hidden under black masks - only their eyes showing, wide and alert.

Inside, the villa was silent.

The air still smelled of the party - perfume, alcohol, the faint burn of candles that had long gone out. The faint hum of the city outside seemed miles away.

"Go check that way," her friend whispered, pointing toward the dining hall.

Isha nodded and turned toward the stairs - the direction of his room.

The darkness wrapped around her like water. Every step was slow, careful.

Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it echo against the walls.

Then - crash!

The sharp sound of shattering glass ripped through the stillness.

Isha froze mid-step, spinning toward the noise.

Her friend must've knocked something over - maybe one of the glasses on the table.

"Damn it..." she breathed, too loud in the quiet.

Upstairs, a man stirred.

Taehyung shifted in his bed, groaning softly. The faint smell of wine and sleep clung to him.

Half-dreaming, half-drunk, he blinked toward the open door, the echo of glass still whispering in his ears.

He rose slowly, unsteady, his bare feet silent against the wooden floor.

Without thinking, he walked - eyes half-open, steps drawn by the noise below, like something unseen was pulling him toward it.

The door creaked as he opened it. The corridor swallowed him in darkness.

He descended the stairs quietly, each step creaking under his weight.

Isha turned back toward the staircase just as a faint figure emerged from above.

For a split second, the world seemed to still - she saw a shadow moving toward her, and before she could react-

Thud.

They collided.

Isha stumbled back, breath leaving her in a small gasp.

A pair of warm hands caught her arms instinctively.

Taehyung blinked, his vision swimming. In the dim light, all he could see were her eyes - wide, shining like stars in the dark.

His voice came out hoarse, low. "...An angel?"

Isha froze completely. His breath smelled faintly of wine, his touch steady but unsure.

He looked at her as if she wasn't real - as if she'd stepped straight out of one of his dreams.

Her heart pounded so loudly she thought he might hear it.

His fingers loosened, brushing against her sleeve, a quiet question in his gaze.

Time seemed to freeze the moment their eyes met. Taehyung's gaze was heavy-lidded, glazed with the haze of alcohol, yet piercing in a way that made her pulse spike uncontrollably.

There was something in his eyes, something unexplainable - a flicker of vulnerability beneath the public perfection he always wore.

Isha's chest tightened. She froze, caught between panic, awe, and a thrill she couldn't deny.

For a heartbeat, she remained immobile, unsure of how to react.

Panic warred with desire, and yet - an idea sparked in her mind.

If I play along... maybe I can get what I came for.

She softened her expression, letting her shock melt into fragile innocence, careful not to let it look rehearsed. She tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze with wide, startled eyes - and for the briefest moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.

Taehyung blinked slowly, his vision blurred, his senses dulled by alcohol but sharpened by something more. He took a slow, swaying step closer, his presence overwhelming. Isha's breath caught in her throat as his fingers brushed the side of her face, tracing delicately along her jaw and down the nape of her neck. Every touch sent a shiver through her, warning bells screaming in her mind, but she held still, letting the moment stretch.

Her friend's whisper cut through the haze, faint but urgent:

" I'll get it."

Isha's lips pressed into a thin line. She nodded slightly, a silent promise, keeping her body relaxed yet pliant. Taehyung seemed hypnotized, leaning closer, his arms wrapping around her in a loose, unsteady embrace. His warmth pressed against her back, his head settling in the hollow of her neck. The weight of him, the faint scent of alcohol mixed with his natural cologne, wrapped her in a haze that was almost dizzying.

Time slowed, stretching each second. Every nerve screamed that she was playing with fire, yet she couldn't move. She felt his heartbeat, irregular and heavy, against her shoulder, and the warmth of his skin burned into her memory.

From the shadows, her friend moved like a silent predator, gliding toward Taehyung's bedroom. The moonlight caught the black fabric of a neatly folded shirt on the bed. Carefully, he grabbed it, holding his breath, watching the scene below unfold with bated anticipation.

Taehyung murmured something incoherent, the words lost in the fog of his drunkenness.

Then, almost unconsciously, he pressed a soft, fleeting peck to the side of her neck.

Isha's eyes widened. Shock and a strange thrill tore through her all at once. The villa seemed impossibly small around them, the world shrinking to just the rhythm of his warmth and the scent of him lingering in her senses.

Then, like a sudden wave, reality caught up with his intoxicated body. Taehyung sagged against her, his arms loosening slightly. The combination of alcohol and exhaustion pulled him down, and he collapsed softly into her embrace, unconscious.

Isha's pulse hammered in her ears. She held him for a long moment, every instinct screaming that this was dangerous, yet every part of her mind burned with fascination. His warmth, the faint scent of him, the soft weight of his body - it all pressed into her memory as if trying to imprint itself permanently.

Her friend reappeared from the shadows, silently sliding the black shirt into her hand.

Isha's fingers closed around the fabric, careful not to disturb Taehyung even a fraction. She took one last, lingering look at him - at the beautiful, flawed, intoxicated man in her arms - before letting herself step back.

For several long, tense seconds, she remained in the hallway, her breath shallow, mind racing, heartbeat echoing in her ears. The memory of his touch, his warmth, and that single whispered word, "Angel", burned into her mind.

Finally, she slipped into the darkness outside, the stolen shirt clutched tightly against her chest. The night swallowed them, leaving behind only the faint echo of a collision - between obsession and desire, between light and darkness - that neither of them would forget.

Isha's heart was still hammering as she and her friend slipped silently through the villa's shadowed halls.

Every step felt impossibly loud in her own ears, every heartbeat echoing the memory of his warm embrace.

Outside, the night air hit her like a shock. She drew in a shaky breath, clinging to the stolen black shirt. Its fabric smelled faintly of him - a mix of cologne, sweat, and something indefinably Taehyung. She pressed it to her cheek, inhaling deeply.

"Are you crazy?" her friend whispered sharply.

Isha didn't answer immediately. She was lost in a haze of adrenaline and obsession, replaying every detail in her mind: his half-lidded eyes, the way he'd pressed against her, even the soft murmur of his drunken voice calling her an "angel."

A thrill ran through her - dangerous, forbidden, and intoxicating. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it. Stolen something that belonged to him, touched the world he lived in... and survived.

Her friend glanced at her, exasperated but wary. "We need to disappear before someone sees us. Are you listening?"

She nodded, still trembling, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. The villa, the darkness, Taehyung's warm skin against hers - it all lingered, and she realized, with a shiver of both fear and delight, that she wanted more.

As they melted into the shadows, the city lights below flickered faintly, indifferent to the little dramas unfolding in the hills above. But for Isha, the world had already changed.

She clutched the black shirt closer, pressing it to her chest. It wasn't just fabric - it was a connection. A piece of him.

And she would do anything to feel it again.

The night swallowed them, quiet except for the distant hum of the city. And in the villa, Taehyung lay unconscious on the stairs, oblivious to the chaos, his words echoing faintly in the dark:

"...Angel..."

Isha didn't notice the first brush of obsession take root. She only knew one thing: she was irrevocably drawn to him.

And nothing would ever be the same again.