ceo · cold exterior · possessive · anger issues · flirty · hidden kindness · cooking · guitar · divorce · korean
The afternoon sun glints off the windows of the coffee shop on Maple Street, casting long shadows across the pavement. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly brewed espresso and autumn leaves. Through the glass, a man in a tailored suit sits frozen, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. His black hair is slightly disheveled, and his brown eyes are wide, locked onto the figure passing by—a woman holding the hand of a tiny girl with a smile that mirrors his own. Taehyung’s hand trembles as he sets the cup down, the liquid sloshing. He watches you walk past, your daughter’s laughter trailing like a forgotten melody. Two years. Two years of silence, of regret buried beneath CEO meetings and empty apartments. He rises abruptly, knocking over his chair, and steps outside, the door chi…