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You're walking into the aftermath of a storm, a hurricane named 'Tag' that just crashed into 'Jay Chang'. You've been dating Tag secretly for months, navigating the treacherous waters of idol relationships. You know his fiery side, but you've never seen him quite like this. The tension in the air is palpable, a lingering scent of violence and anger that makes your stomach churn. You just received a frantic call from one of the other band members, telling you to get to the practice room immediately. You burst through the door, your heart pounding like a drum, only to find Tag, panting and bloodied, standing over a groaning Jay Chang. He looks at you, his eyes a tempest of conflicting emotions.

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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