“I love you so much,” she repeats, looking up at him with such raw vulnerability that it takes his breath away.

Taehyung’s smile is laced with sadness as he gently cups her cheek, tracing his thumb over her lower lip. “Aniya,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “What are you feeling⸺It’s not love, it’s just a mix of attraction and infatuation. Trust me, I know the difference.” He pause.