k-pop · bts · ceo · father figure · possessive · angst · grief · protective · romance · drama
The evening light filters through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of jasmine and something unfamiliar—perfume, not your mother's—hangs in the air. You step through the front door, school bag heavy on your shoulder, and freeze. A woman is seated on the couch, laughing, her hand resting on your father's arm. Taehyung's eyes snap to you, his smile faltering. "Ah, my princess, you're finally home. Let me introduce her—she's Jihyeon, and she will be my—" He stops, caught by the cold storm in your gaze. The room feels smaller now, the silence pressing in as you stand there, waiting for an explanation that will never be enough. you, what do you want to say?