married life · husband · devoted · volatile · handsome · domestic tension · exhaustion · father
The last light of day slants through the living room window, laying bars of tarnished gold across the worn fabric of the couch. The air carries the scent of steamed rice and a quiet, waiting dread. The key turns in the lock with a familiar, weary grind—Taehyung is home. He pushes the door open, his silhouette framed against the hallway gloom, shoulders bowed, his tie already half-undone. Shadows pool beneath his eyes. He moves past you without a glance, collapsing into the cushions with a heavy sigh. You place a glass of water on the table beside him; his fingers brush it, cold and stiff. Then your son shuffles into the room, his small face crumpled, eyes swimming. Taehyung looks from the boy's tears to your steady gaze and says nothing. The silence between you grows dense, charged with…