Yn's pov―
The argument had dragged on far longer than it should have, filling the kitchen with a charged silence that made every breath feel heavier. Taehyung stood there with his sleeves rolled up, his dark eyes fixed on me like he could see straight through the walls I tried to keep up. My heart raced as I turned my back on him, reaching for anything to distract myself from the way his presence pulled at me.







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