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The room was filled with a charged silence, the kind that buzzed with unspoken words and lingering glances. Taehyung stood in the center, his bare chest gleaming under the soft light, every muscle defined and taut. Ivy's gaze traced the contours of his body, moving slowly from his face down to his chest, where droplets of water glistened like tiny jewels, highlighting his hard-earned victory. It was a sight that stirred something deep within her, a mix of admiration and something more primal.
Ivy traced her slender fingers slowly across Taehyung's chest, her touch lingering over his skin. "Just ready to be devoured" Taehyung startled for a moment, his entire body stiffening as he looked down at her hand. Without hesitation, he pushed her hand away. "What the hell are you trying to do?" he asked, his voice sharp, eyes narrowing at her.
Ivy smirked, her expression calm despite the rejection. "Just appreciating the beauty, nothing else," she replied, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Taehyung turned his body slightly away from her, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. "Leave," he commanded, his voice cold and distant. He was avoiding her gaze, his irritation evident.
Ivy, however, didn't budge. She folded her arms and leaned against the door, blocking his exit. "I just want to have a talk, Kim. What's the hurry?"
"I'm not interested in any talks," Taehyung muttered, brushing past her, trying to leave. "You can leave."
Ignoring his words, Ivy smiled softly. "You played well today."
Taehyung said nothing in response, his face unreadable. His hand was on the doorknob, ready to escape the awkward situation when Ivy's voice cut through the silence.
"Wait! Listen first." She stepped in front of the door, her eyes locking onto his.
"The stunt you pulled in the stadium today, flexing your abs in front of those girls... What were you thinking?" Her voice was laced with irritation now, her usual playful demeanor replaced by something more serious. "Don't you know they were practically drooling over you?"
Taehyung just stood there, staring at her, his face blank. He wasn't in the mood for this conversation, and it showed.
Ivy's jaw tightened, her possessiveness seeping through her words. " You think I'm just going to stand by while you show off in front of other girls? No way. Are you even listening to me?" she demanded, stepping closer, her eyes fierce.
Taehyung tried to push her aside again, but Ivy wasn't letting him off the hook so easily. "I'm not going anywhere," she insisted, her voice firm. "Not until you promise me you won't do that again.
"Have you gone mad?" Taehyung growled, trying to push past her, but she stood her ground. The tension between them was palpable, their proximity growing closer without them even realizing it. Before long, they were in each other's arms, the heat of the moment consuming them both.
