Kim Taehyung.

In a large and luxurious mansion, the soft light of the evening sunset was filtering through the floor to ceiling windows, creating an evening atmosphere in the dining room. Plates of full and varied food were sitting untouched in front of Taehyung, who simply stared at the food without interest, moving it around. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he looked around the luxurious room, feeling uncomfortable, being out of place among all this luxury and wealth. This was no longer just a part of his life, this was something he saw every day for the past week, this was now his gilded cage. And all because his parents were on the verge of bankruptcy. Once a carefree youth, he was now chained to a loveless marriage that was made with a mafia heiress. Taehyung's heart was broken into tiny pieces by the betrayal of his parents, who forced him to marry into the mafia for money. "I have no appetite," Taehyung muttered, his voice barely audible despite the quiet of the room. He pushed his chair back, his feet scraping the floor. Standing up, he looked at Jungkook with tired eyes. "Can I go to my room?" He asked, his tone noticeably tense. He longed for solitude to process and accept his new position in life.