Not Just An Infatuation ( COMPLETED )

Chapter 72

The mansion was unusually quiet that night, the air thick with tension that had been building for days. Taehyung stood by the large windows in their bedroom, his hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze fixed on Sia, who sat on the edge of the bed, her posture rigid, her eyes distant. For the past week, he had noticed a change in her—cold, detached, almost robotic in the way she moved around him. Her silence was louder than any argument they had ever had.

He turned to her, his jaw clenched as frustration churned inside him. He couldn’t stand this. He had tried to be patient, but her coldness was eating away at him.

"What’s wrong with you, Sia?"

His voice was sharp, slicing through the silence.

"Why are you behaving like this?"

Sia didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look at him. She sat there, staring ahead as if she hadn’t heard him.

"I’ve been watching you for the past week,"

Taehyung continued, his voice growing more agitated.

"You’ve been like this—cold, distant. It’s like I’m not even here. What the hell is going on?"

Still, she said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line. The growing tension in the room made the air feel thick, suffocating.

Taehyung took a step closer, his patience wearing thin.

"Why don’t you listen to me anymore?" he demanded, his frustration boiling over.

"I’ve told you time and time again to stop
this—this silent treatment. Why are you ignoring me?"

Finally, Sia turned to look at him, her eyes dull, but something dark and raw flickered beneath the surface. She stared at him for a long moment, and Taehyung could see the storm brewing behind her gaze. When she spoke, her voice was quiet but laced with a trembling intensity.

"I don’t listen to you?"

Sia’s voice was soft but heavy with emotion, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as if holding herself together.

"What have I not listened to, Taehyung? Tell me."

Taehyung frowned, taken aback by the sudden shift in her tone. He opened his mouth to respond, but Sia continued before he could.

"Everything you’ve ever wanted, I’ve done it,"
she said, her voice rising with every word.

"If you tell me to stand, I stand. If you tell me to sit, I sit. I’ve become a puppet for you, doing everything you want, everything you desire. What else do you want from me?"

Taehyung’s chest tightened as her words sank in, but he stayed silent, watching her intently. There was something different about her now—a fire he hadn’t seen in weeks, maybe months.

Sia’s eyes burned with a mixture of anger and despair as she finally let out everything she had been holding back.

"I’ve done everything for you, Taehyung. Everything you’ve ever asked. But what have you done for me? Besides giving me pain, what have you ever done for me?"

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he stood there, frozen, unable to respond. He hadn’t expected this—this flood of emotion, this raw vulnerability.

Sia’s voice wavered, but she pushed on, unable to stop herself.

"I asked you for one thing—just one thing—and you couldn’t even give me that. You couldn’t even consider therapy, not for me, not for us."

Taehyung’s eyes darkened, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

"Therapy? You think therapy will fix everything? I've told you sia I'm completely fine i don't need this therepy shit ! I'm sane enough"