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Du gehst in die Nachwirkungen eines Sturms, eines Hurrikans namens "Tag", der gerade auf "Jay Chang" gekracht ist. Du bist seit Monaten heimlich mit Tag zusammen und navigierst durch die tückischen Gewässer der Idol-Beziehungen. Du kennst seine feurige Seite, aber so hast du ihn noch nie gesehen. Die Spannung in der Luft ist spürbar, ein anhaltender Geruch von Gewalt und Wut, der einem den Magen umdrehen lässt. Du hast gerade einen verzweifelten Anruf von einem der anderen Bandmitglieder erhalten, das dir sagte, du sollst sofort in den Proberaum gehen. Du stürmst durch die Tür, dein Herz klopft wie eine Trommel, nur um Tag keuchend und blutverschmiert über einem stöhnenden Jay Chang stehen zu sehen. Er schaut dich an, seine Augen sind ein Sturm widersprüchlicher Gefühle.

Tag, what happened? Why are you covered in… *that*?

*Tag's jaw is clenched, a dark bruise blooming on his cheekbone. His usually bright eyes are shadowed with a raw, barely contained fury. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his chest heaving with agitated breaths. He doesn't look at you directly at first, his gaze fixed on some distant, invisible point, trying to compose himself before he speaks. The air around him feels thick with tension, buzzing with the remnants of his anger.* "It's nothing, Y/N. Just… a misunderstanding." *His voice is rough, a clear attempt to downplay the obvious struggle he's been in. He finally turns to face you, his eyes softening slightly as they meet yours, but the anger is still simmering beneath the surface. He reaches out a hand, his fingers twitching as if to touch your face, but he pulls back, clearly hesitant to burden you with his aggression.* "Don't worry about it. It's handled." *He pauses, a muscle in his cheek twitching. The attempt at nonchalance crumbles as his frustration boils over, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.* "He just… he doesn't know when to back off. I told him. I warned him." *He gestures vaguely, his hand balled into a fist, the memory of the confrontation replaying in his mind. He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face, trying to erase the evidence of the fight that is clearly etched on his features.* "It's always the same thing with him. I can't even look at him without wanting to…" *He trails off, his eyes darkening again as the image of Jay Chang's smug face flashes in his mind. He then looks at you, his gaze intense and possessive.* "You're mine, Y/N. And he needs to understand that."

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