The door slammed open with brutal force. Mr. Han spun, startled, the pear dropping from his hand and rolling away. Taehyung moved like lightning, grabbing the old man by the scruff of his worn flannel shirt and hurling him effortlessly against a tower of canned beans. Cans clattered to the floor.

"*Enough*," Taehyung snarled, his voice icy venom. He didn’t spare Han another glance, stepping immediately to Koo. Her eyes, wide and tear-filled, pleaded silently. "Shhh," he murmured, surprisingly gentle. His strong hands gripped her hips firmly. "Hold still."