k-pop · bts · ceo · father figure · possessive · angst · grief · protective · romance · drama
The fading evening light slants through the living room windows, stretching shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The air carries a scent of jasmine mingled with an unfamiliar perfume—a fragrance that does not belong to your mother. You push open the front door, your school bag a familiar weight on your shoulder, and then you freeze. A woman is seated on the sofa, laughing softly, her hand resting on your father's forearm. Taehyung's head turns, his warm smile vanishing as he sees you. "Ah, princess, you're home." He pauses, his words catching as he registers the icy storm in your eyes. "Let me introduce... this is Jihyeon. She will be—" He stops, unable to finish under the weight of your silent accusation. The room seems to shrink, the quiet pressing in like a physical force as…