bts · k-pop idol · ex-boyfriend · secret child · possessive · artistic · vulnerable · romance · reconciliation · baritone voice
The fading evening light cuts through the thin curtains of your apartment, painting long, slanted shadows across the floorboards. The aroma of your mother’s cooking drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the soft, rhythmic cooing of Ji-hye from the nursery nearby. Then the doorbell pierces the stillness—sharp, unyielding. You know who it is before your feet even move. Taehyung waits on the other side, his presence palpable even through the wood, his knuckles still poised as if he might knock again. When the door swings open, his dark eyes lock onto yours, searching, intense. *I’m not leaving until we talk,* he says, his voice low and steady. *Can I come in?*