Title: Getting stuck in the middle of the empty road & begging for a lift from a rude stranger
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I glared at Taehyung, fury bubbling within me. The urge to strangle him for trapping me in this mess was overwhelming. Yet, he sat there nonchalantly, his eyes avoiding mine, as if this entire ordeal was merely an inconvenience.
His indifference only fueled my anger. It was then that I realised my hand was still in his. With a sharp yank, I pulled my hand away, the action drawing his attention briefly before he looked away again.
Taehyung's POV:
I was losing my mind. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, each one worse than the last. I had no idea what would happen next, and the uncertainty gnawed at me like a relentless beast.
My mother was going to have a million questions, questions I had no answers for. The urge to retreat to my room and shatter everything in sight to release this building anger was almost overpowering.
Of all the people in the world, why did she have to be connected to my family? The implications were maddening.
My mother would expect details, explanations, something to make sense of this situation. And I had nothing. Absolutely nothing.
How was I supposed to explain any of this to her when I knew nothing about Y/N beyond her name?
Just then, I felt a sharp yank and realised she had pulled her hand away from mine. The sudden movement drew my attention, and for a split second, I met her glare.
I could see the fury in her eyes, mirroring the chaos in my own mind. I tried to control myself, forced myself to look away before the anger burst out of me.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to maintain my composure. The last thing I needed was another outburst, especially not in front of my parents.
My anger issues were major. I had to keep it together, at least until I could find a way out of this mess. I took a deep breath, trying to centre myself, to push the rage down deep where it couldn't explode.
After a few tense minutes, a knock on the door startled everyone in the room. The door opened to reveal a man in his late 40s. Y/N immediately stood up, her face lighting up.
"My daughter, where were you?" Mr. Choi asked, his voice filled with concern as he entered the room. Y/N walked over to him, a soft smile on her face.
"Daddy," she said, and the affection in her voice was undeniable. He wrapped her in a protective embrace, and I could see the relief wash over his face.
