"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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As they continued driving, Taehyung took a moment to break the tense silence. He glanced at Isabella and asked, his voice still carrying a hint of irritation, "What's your address?"
After a brief pause, Isabella reluctantly gave Taehyung her address, her voice devoid of any friendliness. She rattled off the numbers and street names as quickly as she could, keeping her eyes focused on the passing scenery outside the window.
As Taehyung drove up to Isabella's house, she hastily rummaged through her purse in search of her house key. Just as she was about to pull them out, Taehyung applied the brakes abruptly, causing her body to momentarily lunge forward. Her head bumped against the passenger seat, and her key fell down, landing on the floor near her feet.
After the sudden stop, Isabella, still dazed and annoyed from the head bump, quickly brushed past Taehyung and got out of the car. Her anger flared up once again, and she turned to face him with a sharp glare.
"Get out," she demanded, her voice firm and full of irritation.
Taehyung, taken aback by her sudden command, stepped out of the car, his expression a mixture of surprise and irritation. He closed the car door behind him and stood facing Isabella, his eyes meeting hers in a defiant stare.
The two stood facing each other, the air filled with tension. Isabella's eyes were fixed on Taehyung, her irritation palpable. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the silence between them charged with conflicting emotions.
The silent standoff continued for what felt like an eternity, each waiting for the other to break the tension. Isabella's arms were crossed tightly across her chest, her foot tapping impatiently against the pavement. Taehyung's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil of emotions roiling within him.
Isabella, still annoyed, turned to Taehyung and demanded, "Why did you press the brake so harshly?
Taehyung's irritation flared at her questioning. He replied Nothing his eyes averting her gaze.
As Isabella's anger grew, Taehyung's frustration and anger boiled within him. He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his hands popping under the strain. A tense silence filled the air as they both stood there, caught in a stalemate.
Her eyes shifted to Taehyung's clenched fist holding his car keys Suddenly, realization dawned on Isabella. She looked at her hand which was empty. Her eyes widened as she remembered the keys falling on the floor of the car during the sudden stop.
"My keys..." she muttered under her breath, her irritation reaching a boiling point. She shot a glare at Taehyung, silently blaming him for the situation. She knew she couldn't move in the house without the keys, and the thought of having to ask him for them added insult to injury.
Her frustration reached a boiling point as she realized the predicament she was in. "My keys are in the car," she muttered under her breath through clenched teeth, her jaw taut. Her eyes flicked back to Taehyung, who was still standing firmly, his own anger visible in the clenched fists at his sides. The tense silence hung heavily between them, the air crackling with unspoken tension.
