AUTHOR POV

The golden sunlight slowly peeked through the big glass windows of a luxurious but cozy apartment in Seoul. Since it was on the top floor, the whole room was glowing with soft morning light. The warm rays fell across the bed where a couple was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in each other’s arms.

It was none other than Kim Taehyung, the famous BTS member, and his beautiful wife, Sana.

Sana started to move a little, trying to wake up. But she couldn’t—because a whole human-sized teddy bear was holding her hostage. Yep, her husband. Taehyung’s head was resting on her chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and one leg thrown over hers like he was trying to make sure she couldn’t escape. He was sleeping like a baby, lips pouting cutely.

Sana sighed and tried to move again, but Taehyung only pulled her closer, mumbling in his sleepy, deep voice,

> “Don’t… let me sleep.”

She giggled softly, brushing his messy hair.

> “Okay, you can sleep, but let me get up at least,” she whispered.

> “Nooo. Stay with me,” he mumbled again. “It’s the weekend. You don’t have to get up early. Just cuddle with me, okay?”

> “Tae, listen—”

Before she could finish, he tightened his hold on her, burying his face in her chest like a child. Sana sighed in defeat but smiled anyway. With no other option, she gently wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair. And just like that, they both drifted into another hour of warm, lazy cuddles.

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Sana was not just anyone—she was a famous fashion designer. The world admired her brand, Mistréa, but no one actually knew who owned it. She preferred staying out of the spotlight, working quietly from home. She wasn’t much of a social person anyway.

And the biggest secret of all? No one knew that she was married to Kim Taehyung himself. The public still thought Taehyung was single, while he and Sana lived their quiet, hidden love life in their sky-high apartment.

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It was almost noon by the time Sana got up properly. The smell of coffee and fresh pancakes filled the kitchen as she started preparing brunch for them. She wore one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts, her hair tied up in a messy bun, humming softly while flipping pancakes.

Just as she reached for a plate, she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. A familiar scent, warm and woodsy, surrounded her.

> “Tae,” she said with a small smile. “Leave me. Not now. We’re already late for brunch.”

> “So what?” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You need rest, love. And I’m spending time with my wife. What’s your problem, rude woman, huh?” he teased, his voice playful and low.

Before she could reply, he started pressing light, wet kisses on her neck.

> “You never change, do you?” she said, trying not to laugh.

He smiled against her skin and murmured,

> “Never.”

Then he playfully bit her neck.

> “Yaah! Kim Taehyung! What are you doing, huh?”

> “Nothing,” he said innocently. “Just loving my wife.”

Sana turned around, hands on her hips.

> “So Mr. Kim is loving his wife, huh? Well, I was planning to finish the designs I’ve been working on for two weeks, but thanks to you, now I’ll have to work overtime again.”

Taehyung pouted dramatically.

> “Work, work, work… that’s all you do! We should spend quality time together, don’t you think?”

> “Yeah, but we also have to finish our work, Mr. Kim,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say you have to complete your new song? When will you do that?”

> “I’m working on it,” he said with a mischievous grin. “If I spend some romantic time with my wife, maybe I’ll get new ideas. Inspiration, you know?”

Sana rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.

> “Oh, is that so, Mr. Kim?”

> “Yes, Mrs. Kim,” he giggled, his boxy smile lighting up his whole face.

She couldn’t help but smile back. That’s how they always were—soft, playful, and wrapped up in their own little world.

The rest of their morning passed in laughter and lazy kisses, pancakes slightly burnt, music playing softly in the background, and the two of them stealing moments of peace away from the chaos of fame and the world outside.

Their love wasn’t loud or showy. It was warm, hidden, and real—just like the sunlight that quietly filled their home every morning.

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The day continued in the same lazy, warm rhythm. Taehyung clung to Sana almost all day—it was his little habit. Whenever they had free time, he wanted to be close, always holding her, resting his head on her shoulder, or wrapping his arms around her waist. It was one of those simple routines that made both of them happy.

By late evening, Sana finally stepped out of the bathroom after a long, refreshing shower. Her hair was still damp, her skin glowing from the steam. She felt tired but satisfied—she had managed to finish the remaining designs in just two hours. Since she needs to submit her work by tomorrow, but it’s not like anyone will question her; she’s the owner of the company, after all.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had quietly handled some of his work as well, making sure he had a peaceful evening with her. He knew how much her career meant to her and didn’t want to disturb her focus.

As Sana walked toward the dresser to dry her hair, Taehyung noticed her and a soft smile appeared on his face. Without warning, he gently snatched the hair dryer from her hands.

Sana looked up at him, slightly surprised. He knew she didn’t like it when she dried her hair herself—it made her bored, and he loved doing small things for her.

> “Tae…” she murmured, but there was no protest in her tone.

He started drying her hair carefully, ruffling it softly as he worked, making sure every strand was neat. Sana watched him with doe eyes, feeling warmth spread through her chest.

She was wearing one of his oversized T-shirts, which made her look even smaller and cuter, her hair still damp, and those big brown eyes gazing at him softly. Tae chuckled quietly, leaning down to plant a quick peck on her lips.

> “What?” she asked, smiling.

> “Why am I so lucky to have you?” Sana whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him close.

> “You’re actually very lucky too,” Tae teased, side-joking. “Not everyone gets a husband this handsome, you know.”

Sana laughed softly and let out a long sigh, resting her head against his chest.

> “Tired?” Tae asked gently.

> “Yeah,” she admitted.

> “Then how about we watch a movie?” he suggested, tightening his arms around her.

> “Actually… that’s a great idea. We haven’t watched one in so many days.”

With that, they settled down on the couch, wrapped up in their own little world. Taehyung pulled Sana close, his arm lazily resting around her shoulders while their legs tangled together under a soft blanket. Outside the big glass windows, the Seoul skyline sparkled with thousands of lights, but inside, their apartment glowed softly with fairy lights and warmth. It was peaceful — just the sound of their soft laughter, the faint movie music, and their hearts beating quietly in sync.

Everything felt calm. Simple. Safe.

Sana leaned her head on his shoulder, then suddenly mumbled, >“Tae… I’m hungry.”

Taehyung looked down at her, eyebrows raised.

> “Hungry? We literally just had a brunch of chocolates sometimes ago.”

She looked up at him, pouting dramatically.

>“That was hours ago. I’m starving now.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. >“Alright, alright. Let me order something. What do you wanna eat?”

>“Hmm…” she scrunched her nose, pretending to think deeply. “Pizza… no, wait… burger— no, no, actually—ugh, I can’t decide!” she groaned, dragging her voice like a little kid. “You know I’m a confused person.”

Taehyung laughed, tapping her nose gently. “How about white sauce pasta and vanilla milkshake? Your favorite combo.”

Her eyes instantly lit up. “Just perfect!” she said, clapping her hands softly.

“Then it’s settled,” he smiled. “You pick a movie while I order the food.”

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After a few minutes, Taehyung placed the order and joined her back on the couch. Sana was scrolling through movie options with intense focus like it was a life-or-death situation.

Finally, she turned to him with a grin. “Let’s watch a romantic movie. We haven’t watched one in forever.”

“Romantic movie? Are you sure you won’t start crying halfway through?” he teased.

“Maybe,” she admitted with a laugh, “but you’ll still have to comfort me.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead.

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About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Their dinner had arrived — steaming hot pasta and creamy vanilla milkshakes. They set everything on the coffee table and dug in while the movie played softly in the background.

It was one of those quiet, cozy evenings that didn’t need much talking. Sana would take a bite, lean into him, giggle at a funny scene, then go back to sipping her milkshake.

But just as she was about to take another spoonful of pasta, her phone started ringing from the bedroom.

“Oh, maybe it’s from my company,” she said, wiping her hands on a napkin and getting up.

“Want me to pause the movie?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” she said, heading toward the bedroom.

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She picked up her phone from the nightstand and frowned slightly. It was an unknown number.

For a few seconds, she just stared at it. It wasn’t unusual for her to get business calls from new clients, but something about this number felt… odd.

Still, she sighed and answered it. “Hello… who is it?”

Silence.

She waited, then said again, “Hello? Can you hear me?”

Still nothing. Just the faint sound of breathing on the other side.

“Okay, I’m hanging up if you don’t—” she started to say when suddenly—

> “Sana…”

Her whole body went still.

That voice—soft, trembling, and painfully familiar.

Her heart dropped. The phone nearly slipped from her hand. For a moment, everything around her went silent — the TV in the living room, the city noise outside, even her own heartbeat seemed to freeze.

She knew that voice. She knew it.

And it was the one she least expected to hear at this moment.

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