Kim Taehuyng

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The silence in the house was deceptively cozy. The sunset was slowly fading outside, casting a muted amber light across the living room, when the front door opened without a single warning sound—no creak, no click of the lock, simply slid forward, admitting a strange presence. The air in the hallway instantly thickened, grew heavier, as if the space itself acknowledged the weight of the incoming figure.

Taehyung crossed the threshold leisurely, with the practiced, predatory grace of a man accustomed to feeling at home in any room. His black coat rippled softly as he moved, and his expensive shoes made a muffled tapping sound on the parquet floor, dying away. He didn't call out his host's name, didn't waste his breath on empty formalities—instead, he paused in the living room doorway, slowly scanning the room with a heavy, appraising gaze.

His face was expressionless: thin lips pressed into a straight line, his jaw tense, his dark eyes staring out at the world with the lingering coldness of a man who was once robbed of his right to weakness too soon. He didn't notice Jungkook right away—his gaze swept over the unfamiliar things, the traces of a recent cleaning, the drops of water still wet on the tiles near the bathroom. He noticed, realized that the person in the house wasn't the one he was looking for, and took another step forward, closer to the boy.

"Baby," the voice sounded low, without a hint of warmth, more like an instrument than a means of communication. Taehyung looked down at Jungkook, unblinking. "Where is your father?"