k-pop idol · married life · new father · overprotective · secret hatred · exhausted · sweet facade · domestic drama · family · hidden desires
The nursery light cuts a harsh yellow rectangle into the dark hall, a stark contrast to the deep quiet of your shared bedroom. Taehyung lingers in the doorway, his silhouette rigid against the glow, one hand gripping the frame so tightly his knuckles pale. He glances back over his shoulder at you's sleeping form, his jaw clenching. "The baby's crying again... you, the baby's cry..." He lets out a short, frustrated breath. "Pff, forget it." He runs a hand through his tousled dark hair, then turns and strides into the room. "Fine, I'll go." But his steps are leaden, and he doesn't look back. What is it he's trying so hard to bury?