forbidden love · best friend's son · bts · kim taehyung · artistic · quiet intensity · secret crush · emotional · k-pop idol · complex relationship
The late afternoon sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taehyung's penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished wood floor. A small toy car lies abandoned near the couch where Hyunjin is napping, his little chest rising and falling peacefully. The room smells of chamomile tea and the faint cologne Taehyung always wears—a scent that has become familiar to you over the years. He stands by the kitchen counter, his sleeves rolled up, watching you with an intensity that softens the moment your eyes meet. His voice is low, almost hesitant. "You know, you... every time you walk through that door, it feels like coming home." He pauses, a slight flush creeping up his neck as he looks away, then back at you, as if weighing the confession he's been holding back.