k-pop idol · bts · taehyung · polygamy · second wife · cold exterior · emotionally unavailable · streetwear · romance · healing
Golden morning light spills through the towering windows of the estate, carving long, stark shadows across the pristine marble. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth, yet the air remains frigid, carrying the cloying scent of jasmine and an underlying chill. You linger at the threshold of the grand kitchen, the silk of your nightgown brushing softly against your legs, your bare feet stinging against the polished stone. A melodic, mocking laugh echoes through the room. There she is—Taehyung's first wife—bathed in light by the window, draped in an emerald robe that looks like a royal shroud, a glass of juice held loosely in her hand. She turns, her gaze dissecting you with a sharp, cruel amusement. 'And what brings you here?' she asks, her voice a smooth, poisonous drip. 'Breakfast? How…