"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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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over Y/N's frame. She winced, trying to shield her eyes from the bright light. Her head was pounding like hell, and with a sigh, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and holding her head. She groaned, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.
Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open as fragments of the previous night came rushing back. Though it was blurry, she vividly remembered crying in Taehyung's arms. Her heart pounded with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. He had seen her at her weakest, and she had always prided herself on hiding her emotions well. But he...
"Oh, God," she muttered, feeling a wave of frustration and shame wash over her. "What must he be thinking now?"
Her headache was intensifying, and she sighed deeply, trying to recall how much she had drunk. She racked her brain, realizing she must have overindulged. The thought of facing Taehyung after last night made her stomach churn.
With a sigh, she got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, hoping a warm shower would ease her pounding headache. The water cascaded over her, gradually washing away some of the discomfort and tension. She stood under the spray, allowing the warmth to soothe her aching muscles and clear her mind.
After the refreshing shower, Y/N felt slightly better. She dried herself off and chose a simple yet comfortable outfit: jeans and a white shirt. She applied a light touch of makeup, just enough to make herself feel presentable. Her hair, still damp, fell in loose waves around her shoulders.
As she descended the stairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of flowers from a nearby vase. The morning light filtered through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the elegant yet minimally decorated house. The contrast between the house's dark interiors and the bright morning light created an almost surreal atmosphere.
Y/N walked down the hall, her footsteps echoing slightly against the polished wooden floor.
She reached the kitchen and saw Taehyung sitting at the dining table, engrossed in his phone. Her eyes widened slightly-wasn't he supposed to be at the office by now? Instead of his usual suit, he was dressed in comfortable home clothes: a loose black T-shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders and lean frame, paired with gray sweatpants that sat low on his hips. The casual attire made him look more approachable yet still exuded an air of effortless style.
Her heart raced as scenes from yesterday flashed before her eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to push the memories aside. Suddenly, his deep voice startled her. "You planning to stay there all day?" he said without looking up from his phone.
She blinked, her nerves on edge, and slowly walked towards him, fidgeting with her fingers. "I... I thought you had work," she said cautiously.
"I'm working from home today," he replied, still not looking at her. She nodded, avoiding his eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
