"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 snow fell gently outside, blanketing the city in a serene, white cover. The sky was a muted gray, and the world seemed to move slower under the heavy, soft snowfall. From his office window, Jungkook watched the snowflakes drift down, their delicate forms contrasting sharply with his turbulent thoughts. The gentle, muffled sound of the snow falling was a stark contrast to the storm raging inside him.
A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, the amber liquid swirling as he took a contemplative sip. The warmth of the alcohol did little to ease the cold ache in his chest. His mind was filled with thoughts of Y/n, his childhood love. What he once thought was mere affection had deepened over time, becoming something far more profound and enduring. The realization of his true feelings had struck him hard when they parted ways, and the pain of that separation lingered still.
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His jaw clenched as he looked at his phone, a silent testament to his frustration and helplessness. He had sent numerous messages to Y/n and left many missed calls, but all had gone unanswered. He knew it was Taehyung who had blocked him from her phone, standing like an impenetrable barrier between them. The thought made his blood boil, his grip tightening around the glass until his knuckles turned white.
Jungkook's mind wandered back to their wedding day, a day that was supposed to be filled with joy but had instead brought him nothing but heartbreak. He remembered standing there, watching with a sinking heart as Y/n said, "I do." The words had pierced him like a knife, each syllable driving deeper into his soul. He had left shortly after, unable to bear the sight of her committing to another man, feeling angry and powerless because he couldn't do anything to stop the wedding.
He felt a surge of anger towards himself, a bitter frustration at his own inability to change the course of events. The feeling of being powerless gnawed at him, the knowledge that he hadn't been able to protect or save Y/n from a life he believed she didn't truly want. He took another sip of his whiskey, the burn in his throat matching the burn in his heart.
As he stared out at the snowy scene, he felt a tear slip down his cheek. The pristine whiteness outside seemed to mock his inner turmoil. He wished he could be out there, lost in the tranquility of the falling snow, free from the relentless ache of his unfulfilled love. But instead, he was trapped in his office, trapped in his memories, and trapped in his helplessness. The snow continued to fall, indifferent to his suffering, a silent witness to the pain he tried so hard to hide.
