"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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Suddenly, Sehun extended a hand toward Y/N, a sly smile playing on his lips. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Y/N hesitated, her eyes darting to Taehyung for guidance. She saw his jaw tighten, his eyes narrowing as he was about to intervene. Before he could speak, Taehyung's grandfather interjected with a warm smile.
"Why not? Y/N will enjoy that," he said, nodding encouragingly toward her.
Sehun's smile widened. "I'm not going to take her away from you Taehyung. It's just a dance," he taunted, his tone dripping with mock innocence.
Taehyung's jaw tightened further, his fists clenching as he struggled to maintain his composure. The tension between them was palpable. Sensing the escalating tension and not wanting to create a scene, Y/N hesitantly agreed. She placed her hand in Sehun's, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
As they walked, the music turned more light and gentle, creating a romantic ambiance. Sehun pulled Y/N closer, placing a hand on her waist while holding her other hand delicately. She felt uneasy and senses the weight of Taehyung's intense gaze on her back, his presence looming even from a distance.
Sehun leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. "You know, you're quite the enigma. I can see why Taehyung is so possessive," he said, his voice smooth yet probing.
Y/N forced a polite smile, keeping her voice steady. "I think it's more about respect. Something you might not understand."
Sehun chuckled softly, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "You're bold. I like that. But don't be so quick to judge. There's a lot you don't know about Taehyung."
Y/N's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "I know enough to stand with him."
Sehun's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "We'll see about that," he murmured,
As they continued to dance, Y/N couldn't help but feel Sehun's probing gaze on her, as if he was trying to uncover her secrets. Despite her initial hesitation, she held her ground, determined not to let him intimidate her. Y/n glance around crowd but didn't spotted taehyung anywhere.
Across the room, Taehyung watched them closely, his fists clenched at his sides. He knew Sehun well enough to recognize his cousin's attempts at stirring trouble. The sight of Sehun's hand on Y/N's waist, his smug smile, and Y/N's uneasy expression fueled his anger.
As the music changed tempo, Y/N found herself twirled away from her current partner and she caught by a strong arms, she looked up only to meet Taehyung's intense gaze. He pulled her close, their breaths mingling, her heart racing at his overwhelming proximity. His hand gripped her waist firmly, pulling her even closer, his gaze intense and unwavering as he stared deeply into her eyes.
