Yn's pov―
I paced the living room floor, my steps quick and uneven as frustration bubbled inside me. Taehyung sat on the couch, his posture relaxed, one arm draped along the backrest while his dark eyes followed every move I made. The argument still hung in the air, but he showed no sign of anger, only that steady calm that always unraveled me.
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