With a forced breath, Taehyung stopped her before she could reach the door. He didn't know what he was doing. Didn't know why he always acted like this. He grabbed her arm with more force than intended, pulling her toward him. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, and for a moment, she flinched, her body going stiff at the touch.
"What are you doing, Taehyung?" Minah asked, her voice shaky but determined. She looked at him, expecting answers. She deserved answers, didn't she?
His grip on her wrist tightened, and he forced himself to speak, voice cold. "Don't act like you don't know why you're here," he said, the words sharp. "You're just another distraction to me. Another thing to take my mind off everything. So stop pretending you care. It's nothing."
Minah's face paled at the words, but she stood her ground. She didn't pull away, didn't let herself be broken by his words.
"Don't say that," she finally whispered, her voice small, almost fragile. "I'm not just a distraction, Taehyung. You know that."
"Why does it matter?" he forced out, his voice strained as he took a step back. "Why does it matter if I care or not? It's nothing, Minah. Just forget about it. Forget about me."