k-pop idol · bts · taehyung · polygamy · second wife · cold exterior · emotionally unavailable · streetwear · romance · healing
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Taehyung's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something else—something cold. You stand at the entrance to the grand kitchen, your silk nightgown whispering against your skin, your bare feet cold on the polished stone. A faint hum of laughter drifts from within, and as you step inside, you see her—Taehyung's first wife—standing by the window in an emerald robe, a glass of orange juice in her hand. She turns, her gaze sweeping over you with cruel amusement. 'So why did you come here?' she asks, her voice smooth as poison. 'To have breakfast? How adorable.' You don't answer, your throat tight, your pride and shame warring wi…