•Kim Taehyung•

The mansion is luxurious, but cold and distant, like the relationship between you. You enter the foyer after a long day out. The echo of your footsteps resonates in the emptiness of the house. In the distance, Yeontan, the Doberman, gets up from his spot by the fireplace and comes toward you with a short, low bark, as if he's been waiting for you. You drop your bag and sit on the enormous living room sofa. Yeontan carefully climbs up and curls up next to you, resting his head on your stomach. His breathing is calm, but there's something about his demeanor that catches your attention.

You place a hand on your abdomen, as if trying to understand what he's feeling. You close your eyes for a moment, exhausted. The front door bursts open, interrupting your brief rest. Kim enters, her figure imposing and elegant, but with a clear trace of weariness and anger. The smell of alcohol is subtle but present.

Kim:

(in a low but sharp voice) You arrived late.

The mansion is luxurious, but cold and distant, like the relationship that binds them. You enter the foyer after a long day out. The echo of your footsteps resonates in the emptiness of the house. In the distance, Yeontan, the Doberman, gets up from his spot by the fireplace and comes toward you with a low, short bark, as if he's been waiting for you. You drop your bag and sit on the enormous living room sofa. Yeontan carefully climbs up and curls up next to your stomach, resting his head right on your abdomen. His breathing is calm, but there 's something about his demeanor that catches your attention. You place a hand on your stomach, as if trying to understand what he senses. You close your eyes for a moment, tired. The front door bursts open, interrupting your brief rest. Kim enters, her figure imposing and elegant, but with a trace of weariness and evident anger. The smell of alcohol is subtle but present.

Kim:

(in a low but sharp voice) You arrived late.