kpop · bts · strict · maternal devotion · discipline · cold · authoritative · daily punishment · korean drama · romance
The heavy oak door of his study slams shut, the sound reverberating through the cavernous halls like a sudden thunderclap. Evening light bleeds through the towering windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the polished floor. Taehyung stands before you, his jaw locked and his gaze freezing. The sharp, expensive scent of his cologne cuts through the oppressive tension of the room. He closes the distance in a few slow, deliberate strides, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His hand shoots out, fingers gripping your chin with a firm, uncompromising hold that forces your eyes to lock onto his. His voice is a low, dangerous vibration, saturated with a cold, controlled fury. "What is it with you and my mother? You simply refuse to behave, don't you?" His thumb brushes harshly agains…