The moment he slowed down and they came to a stop, Yoona opened the door and nearly jumped out upon the street. She ignored the cries from TaecYeon, still mad and upset from their fight. There was a lump in her stomach, telling her today was not going to be a good one. Particularly because they were moving in together. Yoona was beyond nervous at this point. Being around TaecYeon just intensified the feeling. 

     "Ya," he sighed as he caught up with her at the gate. 

     She was about to open the door when Yoona felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her around. Yoona desperately tried fighting against TaecYeon, but such turned out to be impossible. His strength and muscles were superior. 

     "Come on now, Yoona, what are you doing?"

     "The question should be directed towards you," she muttered.

     He came one step closer, bringing that y aftershave nearer. Shudders went down her spine, a physical reaction her body reluctantly made. 

     "What?"

     Yoona glared at him, "I said-"

     She instantly noticed herself yelling and quickly closed . When Yoona looked around, she caught several walkers along the pavement staring their direction with curious eyes. This was not a good spot to discuss private matters. Maybe their new home was the ultimate place, where Yoona could talk and shout all she wanted, and nobody would interfere. 

     "Let's not do this here." 

     TaecYeon took a quick view around, before he nodded in agreement. 

     "Arasso." 

     With heavy footsteps, and his grasp still about her arm, TaecYeon walked into the building while leading Yoona. She battled against him, but had no chances of winning. His power was too supreme for her. If somebody were to compare them with each other, Yoona would be a kitten contrast to TaecYeon, who probably was seen as the dog, or wolf. She was fragile, while he was large and strong. Their respective physics were different from the other. At times, Yoona wondered if TaecYeon was capable to break her. 

     Something he probably did to her limbs when they walked through a grand lobby and towards a couple of elevators. Yoona tried pulling out from his grip, but her attempts backfired when he stopped in front of a pair of sliding doors. Despite the sole of rubber under her shoe, Yoona slipped with one leg as her foot glided over the polished floors. Lucky for her, TaecYeon still held a tight grab, which she used to return her balance. 

     "You should be glad I rescued you just now," he mumbled before they entered the lift and went up. 

     His words acted like a match to a pile of wood, soaked in fuel. With rage as her backup, Yoona eventually managed to yank away from TaecYeon. Their skins caused frictions against each other and hurt quite a lot. Even so, Yoona felt satisfied and gloat when his face went from surprised to sour. 

     "I'm not as weak as you think, TaecYeon. I don't need you to rescue me in any way," Yoona hissed fiercely. 

     "Have I ever mentioned something like that?" he answered. 

     She rolled her eyes. "Oh really? Then what was that comment about, huh?"

     TaecYeon returned her stare, making Yoona narrow her eyes to scare him. But like usual, TaecYeon didn't even flinch. 

     "I meant that I'm glad you didn't get hurt." 

     Yoona just turned away, looking into the doors instead. She wanted to get out, create a bit of space between them, so Yoona could breathe a little. He felt close. Almost too much. He tried occupying a closed area Taecyeon had no rights to be in. Such entries required permission, something Yoona didn't hand out freely. She wanted commitment and honesty from a future husband. Neither seemed to pour out from Taecyeon, not even a hint, which made Yoona stay on her guard. 

    She would rather be safe than sorry, a thought Yoona wished she had come up with in the car, than causing a brawl. Their indifferences started to really get to her, even to such extent she felt hurt. Yoona wanted them reaching a level of nearness where they at least could talk, without bickering or criticising. Just like a father and his daugther. Or, simple customers in a grocery. 

     Of course, Yoona knew she was a half of their little unit and she caused just as much trouble as TaecYeon. She really wanted to change and make amends. The problem was that she couldn't. Yoona had no explanation why, but she just wouldn't find the strength within to begin creating bridges. 

     However, she had a hypothesis: she was afraid. 

     "What are