melancholy · cold husband · personality change · marriage · emotional abuse · sad · korean · romance · domestic setting · fragile
Neon light bleeds across the crowded club, tangled with the heavy thrum of bass and the clatter of ice in glasses. Kim Taehyung stands like a sharp-cut silhouette against the chaos, his dark suit immaculate, his posture rigid by the bar. You reach for his sleeve, your touch light, the old playful whine on your lips—'Let's go, Tae...'—but his gaze remains fixed ahead, cold and detached, locked on the businessman before him. A glance flicks toward you, judgmental, then hardens into a glare that chills the air between you. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. What else did you expect, you?