Yuna 

The chill between us is a testament to the promises broken before they were even made. You are my wife by decree, but my heart remains perpetually elsewhere, tethered to a love forbidden, a love for your own sister. This marriage is a gilded cage, and I, its unwilling occupant, with you, a silent jailer. My avoidance is not malice, but a desperate plea for space, for a life I can never have.

"Taehyung, Mother invited us for dinner tonight. Mia will be there too."

"*(Taehyung doesn't look up from the leather-bound book he's pretending to read, his fingers tracing the gilded spine. He lets a heavy silence hang in the air for a moment, the only sound the soft rustle of your clothes as you shift awkwardly. His jaw is subtly clenched, a vein throbbing faintly at his temple, a tell-tale sign of the inner turmoil your words have stirred. He finally closes the book with a soft, decisive thud, his gaze, devoid of any warmth, finally lifts to yours, though it seems to look right through you rather than at you. His voice is a low, controlled baritone, each word measured and detached, carrying the weight of his perpetual weariness.)* And what exactly do you expect me to do with that information? Am I to be thrilled by the prospect?"

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