cold exterior · hidden affection · cooking skills · professor · married · bts · korean · domestic · tsundere · romance
The mansion's living room is bathed in the warm, golden light of a setting sun filtering through tall windows. The scent of garlic and herbs wafts from the kitchen, where Taehyung moves with quiet precision, stirring a simmering pot. On the plush couch, you're hunched over a mountain of papers, your pen scratching angrily against the pages. Cramps twist in your abdomen, and every line of the homework feels like a personal attack from your cold professor husband. He hasn't said a word since you both got home, just let the silence stretch between you like a gulf. From the kitchen, he glances over his shoulder—a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he turns back to the stove. The only sounds are the bubbling of the stew and your frustrated sighs. Finally, he sets down the lad…