"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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Y/N's POV
It's been two days since I've been living with Taehyung, and let me tell you, these two days have been the worst of my life. He's a dick, plain and simple. I don't know what he thinks of himself. First, he said that this marriage is just business for him, yet he acts like he owns me. Is he bipolar or something? He needs to realize that I am not an object, and I am not fragile.
He is really hard to understand. One second, he's calm, and the next, he's fuming with anger. It's impossible to predict his mood swings or understand his tactics. That day when he saw Jungkook's number on my phone, he was furious. His reaction was so over the top that he even skipped my dinner, telling the maids not to give me anything. If I wanted to eat, I had to cook for myself, and that's the problem-I suck at cooking. So, I ended up with an empty stomach that night.
He's a bastard, really. His actions are confusing and infuriating. He claims this marriage is a business deal, yet he behaves possessively, as if he has some twisted sense of ownership over me. How am I supposed to navigate this life with him when he keeps swinging between calm and rage, making it impossible to find any sense of normalcy? It's exhausting and frustrating, and I can't help but wonder how long I can endure living with someone who is so unpredictable and domineering.
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Taehyung walked inside the house, the darkness enveloping him as the late hour crept in. The silence of the mansion was palpable, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. He had just come from the office, exhaustion etched into his features. His tie was loosened, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, contemplating heading straight to his bedroom to collapse into the comfort of his bed.
However, his eyes caught sight of Y/N's room. The door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light spilled into the dim hallway. He glanced at his watch; it was already past midnight. A frown creased his brow as he wondered why she wasn't asleep yet. Despite their short acquaintance, he had noted her fondness for an early rest.
Curiosity piqued, Taehyung walked towards her room. Pushing the door open gently, he stepped inside. The room was neatly arranged, but the bed was untouched, its covers undisturbed. He cast a glance towards the bathroom-dark and empty. Irritation flared in him as he considered the possibility of her doing something foolish. His eyes scanned the room again, taking in the dark, elegant furnishings that contrasted sharply with Y/N's colorful personality.
Then he saw her. Through the glass doors leading to the balcony, her silhouette stood out against the night sky. She was leaning on the railing, lost in thought, the cool breeze tousling her hair. Taehyung's irritation turned into a mix of concern and curiosity. With determined strides, he walked towards the balcony.
Walking outside, the cold air engulfed Taehyung, the chill biting through his suit. His eyes were immediately drawn to Y/N, sitting across the railing. Two empty bottles of alcohol were scattered near her, one still clutched in her hand as she took another drink. She was wearing a short, silky one-strap nightdress that barely covered her. Her bare shoulders and legs were exposed to the chill, and she was visibly shivering. Her cheeks were flushed red, a telltale sign of her inebriation.
