"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 stood before the mirror, admiring her reflection. Emily had done a fantastic job with her hair, styling it into an elegant updo that perfectly complemented her dress. She smiled, satisfied with the look. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the faint sounds of the city outside.
Just then, Taehyung walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was damp, droplets of water glistening on his skin. The muscles of his chest and abdomen flexed subtly as he moved, each defined line and contour illuminated by the soft light filtering through the window. His broad shoulders and strong arms were still slightly wet, a few water droplets trailing down to the towel's edge.
Y/N's breath hitched as she caught sight of him. He was breathtakingly handsome, his presence commanding the room effortlessly. She couldn't help but stare, her eyes tracing the path of the water droplets as they slid down his toned torso. His skin glowed with a healthy sheen, and the way his muscles moved under his skin was mesmerizing.
Taehyung noticed her gaze and smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Like what you see?" he teased, his voice deep and husky.
Y/N blushed, her cheeks warming as she tore her eyes away from him, trying to compose herself. "You know you're not supposed to walk around like that," she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.
He chuckled, stepping closer to her. "And you know you look stunning," he said, his eyes taking in her appearance appreciatively. He reached out, gently cupping her chin and lifting her face to meet his gaze. "Absolutely beautiful."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her heart racing in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The intensity of his stare made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her.
Taehyung leaned in, his lips brushing softly against her ear. "I can't wait to show you off at the wedding," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But right now, all I want to do is stay here and admire you."
Y/N's breath hitched again, and she found herself leaning into him, her hand resting on his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart under her palm, strong and reassuring. "Taehyung..." she began, but he silenced her with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Don't worry," he said softly. "We'll have plenty of time together. For now, let's get ready and enjoy the wedding."
She nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As Taehyung stepped back to finish getting dressed, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. Despite everything, being with him felt right. And as she watched him move with effortless grace, she realized just how much he meant to her.
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The spotlight turned as Y/N and Taehyung stepped out of the sleek black car, capturing everyone's attention instantly. They looked nothing short of breathtaking. Y/N wore an elegant floor-length gown that hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the lights with every step she took. Her hair was styled in a sophisticated updo, adorned with delicate pearls, and her makeup accentuated her natural beauty, making her look ethereal. Taehyung, on the other hand, looked dashing in a tailored black suit that fit him like a glove, his damp hair now styled back, adding to his suave and polished appearance.
