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Taehyung grabbed Mahi's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he forced her to look into his stormy eyes. "You think I don’t see it, Mahi?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, each word laced with anger. "The way you walk around this house, the way you smile when he comes around."
Mahi gasped, her heart racing as she tried to process his words and the sudden closeness. "Taehyung, stop this! You’re wrong!" she protested, her voice trembling but firm.
"Am I?" he shot back, pulling her closer. "You’ve been different, distracted. I’ve been watching you, Mahi. You think I wouldn’t notice?"
Her tears threatened to spill, but she clenched her fists, refusing to back down. "I’ve been distracted because of you!" she yelled, her voice breaking. "Because you don’t see me anymore. Because you’ve pushed me so far away that I don’t even know who you are."
His grip loosened slightly, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of something else in his eyes—pain, maybe even regret. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual cold mask.
"You’ve always been mine, Mahi," he said darkly, his fingers still firm in her hair. "Don’t ever forget that."
Her chest heaved as she stared back at him, refusing to let him intimidate her any longer. "Then act like it," she whispered fiercely. "If I’m yours, show me. Don’t treat me like I’m some burden. Don’t push me into a corner and expect me to stay there. I need more than this… more than you’re giving me."
Taehyung’s jaw tightened, his body rigid as her words cut through his anger like a knife. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with tension. Finally, he released her hair and stepped back, running a hand through his own disheveled locks.
"Go to bed, Mahi," he muttered, his voice softer now but still distant.
But she didn’t move. Instead, she stepped closer to him, her hands trembling as she reached for his face. "I’m not leaving you, Taehyung," she said quietly, her voice steady despite her tears. "Not now. Not ever. But I need you to let me in. Stop shutting me out."
He looked at her, his anger fading into something raw and unguarded. For the first time in what felt like forever, he seemed lost, vulnerable. Without saying a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might slip away.
And for that moment, Mahi didn’t push him for answers or promises. She simply held him back, hoping this fragile truce would be the start of something better.
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Taehyung’s gaze burned with a wild intensity as he stepped closer to Mahi, his chest heaving with suppressed rage. The silence between them was deafening, the tension thick enough to cut through.
“Do you think I’m a fool, Mahi?” His voice was low, dangerous, each word slicing through the air. “Do you think I don’t see the way he looks at you? The way you—”
“Stop it, Taehyung!” Mahi interrupted, her voice trembling but resolute. “You’re imagining things. I’ve done nothing wrong!”
Her defiance only fueled the fire in his eyes. He closed the distance between them in an instant, gripping her shoulders with enough force to make her gasp. “Nothing wrong?” he spat, his voice rising. “You let him into this house, into your life, like it’s nothing! Do you even realize what you’re doing to me? To us?”
Mahi’s eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to look away, meeting his gaze head-on. “What about what you’re doing to me, Taehyung?” she shot back, her voice breaking. “You’ve ignored me, pushed me away, made me feel like I don’t even exist in your world anymore. And now, you’re blaming me for someone else’s actions? I’m your wife, Taehyung! Not your punching bag!”
Her words seemed to hit a nerve. His grip tightened momentarily before he let her go, pacing the room like a caged animal. His breathing was heavy, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Mahi,” he muttered, his voice rough and strained. “You drive me insane.”
Mahi stepped closer, her fear giving way to anger and frustration. “Then stop treating me like this! If you’re angry, fine. If you’re jealous, fine. But don’t take it out on me like I’m the enemy. I’m here, Taehyung. I’ve always been here.”
He turned to face her, his expression a mix of anguish and fury. For a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself, his emotions warring beneath the surface. Then, without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him.
“You want my attention, Mahi?” he growled, his voice rough. “Fine. You’ll have it.”
Before she could respond, his lips crashed down onto hers, the kiss fierce and unrelenting. It was not gentle, not tender, but a raw, desperate expression of the turmoil raging inside him.
Mahi’s hands instinctively pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but her resolve faltered as the intensity of his emotions washed over her. She could feel his anger, his jealousy, but also his need—his desperate, aching need for her.
When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily, their faces inches apart. “You’re mine, Mahi,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “Don’t ever forget that.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her emotions a whirlwind of fear, anger, and something she couldn’t quite name. “Then start acting like it,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm.
For a moment, they just stood there, locked in a battle of wills. And then, slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.
Taehyung released her, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Go to bed, Mahi,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
But this time, she didn’t move. “Not until we figure this out,” she said, her voice steady. “Not until you tell me what’s really going on.”
The scene ends with both of them standing on the edge of something deeper, the cracks in their relationship laid bare but the possibility of healing lingering in the air.
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