Y/n stood in front of the large vanity mirror in her bedroom, frustration etched on her face. She was dressed in a stunning white gown, carefully chosen for the occasion. However, her excitement was quickly fading as she struggled to zip up the back of her dress. No matter how hard she tried, the zipper refused to budge.

Just as she was about to give up and resign herself to wearing something else, a knock on the door interrupted her, causing her to jump in surprise. She composed herself before calling out, The door creaked open, revealing Taehyung.

Taehyung- Y/n, are you ready?

His voice rang through the room, filled with annoyance. She turned to face him, irritation seeping into her tone.

Y/n- No, I'm not. This stupid dress won't zip up and I can't figure it out.

Her words were laced with frustration and a hint of helplessness. He leaned against the door frame, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watched Y/n struggle.

Taehyung- Having a little trouble there?

He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

Y/n- If you're here to make fun of me, Taehyung, then just leave.

Taehyung smirked wider, enjoying her irritation.

Taehyung- Oh, believe me, I'd love nothing more than to see you struggle, but we'll be late if you don't hurry up. So, do you want my help or not?

Y/n huffed and bit her lip. She hated admitting her weaknesses, especially to Taehyung. But with no other choice, she finally relented. 

Y/n- Fine, help me.

Taehyung pushed himself away from the door frame and walked toward Y/n. His voice was surprisingly gentle as he said,

Taehyung- Turn around.

Y/n did as she was told, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She could sense his presence close behind her, and her heart raced in response. She couldn't help but blush at the close proximity.

Taehyung stepped closer, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her back. Y/n couldn't help but shiver at his touch, the unexpected warmth coursing through her veins. His fingers deftly found the zipper, and with a gentle tug, he began to pull it up.

As he worked, his breath brushed against Y/n's ear, causing her to shudder involuntarily. The silence between them was deafening, each second seemingly stretching infinitely. Y/n could feel her heart pounding in her chest, unsure whether it was from the anticipation or the proximity of her husband.

Finally, the zip reached its destination, and Taehyung removed his hand, taking a step back. Y/n instinctively turned around to face him, her cheeks burning crimson.

Y/n- Th-thank you.

She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Taehyung's smile was soft, almost tender. 

Taehyung- You're welcome.

He replied, his voice equally quiet.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them thick with unspoken words. But before either of them could explore those feelings further, a knock on the door reminded it was time for them to attend the extravagant event.

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As Y/n and Taehyung entered the business party, the grandeur of the venue immediately caught her attention. The elegant chandeliers, the tasteful decorations, and the buzz of excited conversations provided an air of sophistication and glamour.

Taehyung went towards some business partners while Y/n was about to approach her parents. However, Jihyun spotted her and made his way over to say hello.

Jihyun- Y/n, I'm so glad you could make it.

He greeted her with a warm smile. 

Jihyun- How have you been?

Y/n exchanged pleasantries with Jihyun for a moment, their conversation brief but friendly. Apologizing to Jihyun, she excused herself, desperately hoping to avoid any further interaction with him. She knew that being around Jihyun would only further complicate matters.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, Taehyung had been observing the entire encounter from across the room. He felt an unexpected pang of jealousy as he watched Jihyun approach her. It filled him with an overwhelming possessiveness he had never experienced before. He couldn't fathom the idea of someone else stealing Y/n's attention away from him.

Jimin smirked as he watched Taehyung's frustrated expression.

Jimin- Come on, Tae. You can't seriously be jealous of Y/n talking to another man. It's not like she's actually interested.

He said, nudging his friend playfully. Taehyung clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at Jimin's words. 

Taehyung- I'm not jealous. I'm just...protective.

 He argued, a touch of defensiveness in his tone.

Jimin- Protective? More like possessive. You're over here acting like Y/n is your property. Newsflash, buddy – she's not.

Jimin retorted, chuckling.

Just then the host of the party stepped onto the elegant stage, his voice echoing through the room.

Host- Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for a dance!

In that very moment, Taehyung saw an opportunity to stake his claim. Without a second thought, he swiftly reached Y/n's side, offering her his hand with a charming smile. 

Taehyung- May I have this dance?

He asked, sounding possessive yet inviting all at once.

Jihyun was about to approach Y/n for dance but seeing his Boss asking her made him confused. 

Jihyun- Do they know each other?

He spoke slowly but one of his colleague standing beside heard him.

Minho- They're married bro.

Jihyun felt his heart drop at Minho's words. He had no idea that Y/n was married. As realization washed over him, a wave of heartbreak and disappointment crashed upon his shore.

Jihyun- What? Y/n is married? But... but she never mentioned anything to me.

He exclaimed, struggling to process the information.

Jihyun was at a loss for words. He had only known Y/n for a little, but in that short time, he had developed strong feelings for her. Her kindness, intelligence, and sense of humor made her impossible to resist. But now, his dreams of being with her had come crashing down.

Jihyun- Are you sure about this, Minho?

He asked, desperately hoping for some kind of misunderstanding.

Minho- Ofcourse!

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As the song began, Taehyung took the lead, his hand resting firmly upon Y/n's waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Their dance started with a controlled intensity, their movements measured but filled with an underlying tension. Taehyung's possessive nature seeped into the dance, his grip on Y/n's waist tightening subtly as they spun around the ballroom floor. 

She could feel the burning intensity of his gaze, his eyes never leaving her face, as if daring her to look away. The world around them faded away as they danced, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that swirled between them.

Their dance took on a life of its own, becoming an intricate language of unspoken feelings and desires. Y/n could sense the conflict within Taehyung, his anger and frustration transforming into something more palpable. It was as if he didn't want to let her go. His possessiveness shone through his every move, as if he wanted to mark her as his own.

In the final moments of the dance, Taehyung pulled Y/n impossibly closer, their hearts beating in sync. Their eyes met, in a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, as the music reached its crescendo.

The dance ended, leaving Taehyung and Y/n breathless. For a lingering moment, they locked eyes, the air heavy with an unspoken confession. The room was silent for a moment, before erupting into applause bringing the couple back into reality.

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As Jihyun stood off to the side, watching Taehyung and Y/n gracefully twirl on the dance floor, he felt a piercing pain in his chest. It was a pain that he had become all too familiar with - the ache of a heart breaking into a thousand shattered fragments.

Jihyun had fallen deeply and hopelessly in love with Y/n. But now, seeing her in the arms of another man who had caused her so much pain, Jihyun couldn't help but wonder if he would ever have a chance with her.

As the music enveloped the room, Jihyun silently observed the pair twirling across the dance floor. The smile on Y/n's face and the radiance in her eyes were for someone else now. It felt like a dagger twisting in his chest, tormenting him with every beat of the music. He could no longer bear the pain, so he discreetly slipped away from the lively venue, seeking solace outside the walls that held his broken heart.

The night air was cool, but Jihyun's emotions burned within him. The weight of unrequited love burdened his every step as he aimlessly wandered the streets, lost in his thoughts. The silence surrounding him echoed his inner turmoil, amplifying the ache in his heart.

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