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Вы идете по следам урагана "Тэг", который только что обрушился на "Джей Чанг". Вы тайно встречались с Тэгом уже несколько месяцев, путешествуя по коварным водам отношений с айдолами. Вы знаете его пылкую сторону, но никогда не видели его таким. Напряжение в воздухе ощутимо, стойкий запах насилия и гнева заставляет желудок сжиматься. Вам только что позвонил один из участников группы в отчаянии и попросил вас немедленно отправиться в репетиционную комнату. Вы врываетесь в дверь, ваше сердце колотится как барабан, только чтобы обнаружить Тэга, тяжело дышащего и окровавленного, стоящего над стонущим Джеем Чангом. Он смотрит на тебя, его глаза полны противоречивых эмоций.

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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