𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

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Dahyun's heart sank, but she wasn't ready to give up. She needed to know who that woman in the photo is.

She steeled herself and looked straight at him. "I saw something," she blurted out.

Taehyung paused, a shirt half-way over his head. He lifted an eyebrow at her, his irritation growing. "What?" he asked, his tone guarded.

She swallowed hard, her knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the bed. "On your phone...I saw a photo," she started, her eyes glued to his face, searching for a reaction. "A woman...in a white dress."

His expression hardened, and he pulled the shirt the rest of the way on. He turned to face Dahyun fully, his eyes narrowed. "You went through my phone?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

Dahyun shook her head vehemently. "No, no," she quickly replied, her hands waving in front of her. "I just saw it on the lock screen, that's all." She took a deep breath, trying to calm her jangled nerves. "Who is she?"

Taehyung's face went blank, his jaw clenching. He didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes boring into Dahyun. She could practically feel the shift in the atmosphere - the room suddenly felt tense, charged with unspoken words.

"None of your business," Taehyung finally said, his voice harsh and cold. He continued to get dressed, ignoring Dahyun's gaze.

Dahyun bristled at his refusal to answer. "It is my business," she insisted, her voice rising in frustration. "If you're seeing someone, I have the right to know!"

Taehyung whirled around, his eyes flashing with anger. "Who the fuck gave you those rights?" He took a step closer, towering over her.

"I..." Dahyun swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Taehyung's proximity and the intensity in his gaze were almost intimidating. But she refused to back down. "I...I care about you," she managed to say, her voice quavering slightly.

Taehyung laughed coldly, the sound sending chills down her spine. "You care about me? That's rich," he sneered, his tone sarcastic.

Dahyun flinched at his words, hurt evident on her face. "Why are you being like this?" she asked, her voice small.

Taehyung clenched his jaw, his eyes dark with anger. "Like what? Like I'm pissed off that you went through my phone?"

Dahyun took a breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "I told you, I didn't-"

Taehyung cut her off, stepping even closer and looming over her. "But you still saw something you weren't supposed to. And now you're asking questions you're not supposed to."

"That doesn't give you the right to treat me like garbage!" Dahyun snapped, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.

Taehyung huffed out another cold laugh, his expression hardening even more. "And how should I treat you?"

She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "Taehyung, I... I just want to talk about this like adults, okay? Can you please just listen to me for a minute?"

Taehyung's gaze flicked from her hand to her face, his eyes dark. He took a step back, creating distance between them.

"I don't feel like talking," he snapped, his tone sharp. "And I sure as hell don't want you touching me."

Dahyun pulled her hand back, her heart sinking. This was not going the way she had hoped.

"Taehyung, please..." she whispered, her voice pleading. "Can't we just-"

"No," he Interrupted firmly. "We can't 'just' anything. You're invading my privacy, and I don't like it. Drop it."

She closed her eyes tightly, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek.

With a shaky breath, she backed up, her eyes glued to his face. "I... okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll drop it."

Without another word, she turned and rushed out of the room, leaving him standing there in the quiet, empty space.

He watched her go, his anger still burning hot. He ran a hand through his hair, scowling at the floor.

"Damnit."

Dahyun stumbled out of the mansion, tears streaming down her face. Her heart felt heavy in her chest, as if it was made of lead.

Swallowing hard, she wiped away her tears and tried to steady her breathing.

A voice suddenly called out from behind her. "Dahyun!"

Jimin and Jungkook were lounging in the hall, their conversation interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

"What was that?" Jungkook asked, turning towards the door.

Jimin shrugged, but his expression was one of concern. "Sounded like someone leaving in a hurry."

The two boys got up and walked to the front door, just in time to see Dahyun's retreating figure disappearing into the night.

"Was that Dahyun?" Momo asked, her brow furrowed.

"It sounded like it," Nayeon replied, already getting up from her seat. "We should check on her."

Nayeon, Tzuyu, and Momo quickly made their way to the kitchen where Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon were seated.

"We're going to check on Dahyun," Nayeon announced, her eyebrows crashing together.

Yoongi looked up, his eyes narrowing. "What happened? Is she okay?"

Momo shook her head, a frown on her face. "We don't know. She just rushed out of here looking upset."

"We'll go now alright?" Momo sounded as Namjoon and Hoseok nodded slowly as the girls walked out of the place.