"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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It was past four in the morning when Taehyung jolted awake, his breaths coming in sharp, heavy gasps. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell erratically as he tried to regain control of his breathing. The nightmare was all too familiar, a haunting replay of the night he had witnessed his parents' brutal murder. The screams, the helplessness-every detail was as vivid now as it was then. He had been a child, powerless to save them, and the memory of their deaths lingered, haunting him night after night.
With a weary sigh, Taehyung ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. As he prepared to head to the bathroom, his gaze fell upon Y/N, who had opted to sleep on the couch. Her presence, so close yet so distant, sparked a flood of memories from the previous day. The arguments, the tension-despite the chaos, she had made her choice to stay away from him.
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The light from the windows spilled softly across her, casting a gentle glow on her features. Y/N was wrapped in a blanket, clutching it tightly around her body, as if it were a shield against him. Taehyung found himself drawn to her, his gaze lingering on her serene form.
Her skin, bathed in the pale morning light, was flawless and smooth. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept was a soothing contrast to the turmoil inside him. Her features were soft and delicate: her nose was straight and perfectly proportioned, her lips slightly parted in a peaceful expression. Her eyes, though closed, seemed to hold an unspoken depth, and her jawline was gently curved, adding to her overall gracefulness.
Taehyung's attention was particularly caught by the way her hair, splayed out around her, framed her face like a dark halo. The strands fell in gentle waves, accentuating her delicate features. Her lips, slightly parted, drew his gaze, and he noted how they moved ever so slightly with her slow, rhythmic breathing.
He was captivated by the way she looked so vulnerable and serene, so different from the defiant woman he had faced before . The sight of her, so unguarded and peaceful, stirred an unexpected feeling within him. He found himself staring longer than he intended, his thoughts momentarily distracted from the haunting nightmares that had plagued him.
