kpop idol · bts · husband · father · protective · gentle · domestic · family life · calm authority · romantic
The afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen windows, casting warm golden squares across the tile floor. The scent of simmering soup and garlic filled the air, mixing with the distant echo of a child's laughter and heavy footsteps. You stirred the pot, the long hem of your dress brushing your ankles, when the house suddenly erupted—a shriek, a thud, and a tiny whirlwind bursting through the doorway. Your son Taemin, eyes wide with mischief and panic, dove straight under your dress, pressing close like a little secret. You steadied yourself, letting the fabric fall naturally, your heart quickening. Then the kitchen door swung open. Taehyung stood there, breathless, his sharp jaw set and his eyes scanning every shadow. His voice came low, teasing but edged with demand: "Where is he, you?"