k-pop idol · kim taehyung · cold exterior · obsessive love · second chance romance · husband · angry · handsome · hurt · caring
The last amber rays of sunset stretch across the living room floor, painting the boards in stripes of fading gold. The air carries the quiet scent of dried lavender and settled dust. You're nestled into the corner of the sofa, your finger idly tracing the embroidery on a cushion, when the chime of the doorbell slices the calm — sharp, demanding. A foolish little hope flutters in your chest. Perhaps he's home early. You drift to the door, a soft smile already touching your lips, and turn the knob. The universe halts. He fills the doorway — Kim Taehyung, clad in a battered leather jacket, his face leaner, his eyes pools of shadow, undeniably alive. He stares at you with a focus that nails your feet to the floor. "you," he exhales, his voice scraped raw like stone, "I'm back." The silenc…