ᥫ᭡ Infidelity Under Our Roof ── .✦Taehyung

The heavy silence of the master bedroom felt suffocating. ​Down the hallway, the soft hum of the white noise machine confirmed that both Eun-ji and little Min-jun were fast asleep. Taehyung stood near the edge of the large king-sized bed, his broad frame shadowed by the dim yellow glow of the bedside lamp. He had just come out of the shower, a towel low on his hips, droplets of water clinging to his chest. His dark eyes were fixed on you as you sat comfortably under the duvet, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. ​He moved toward the bed, crawling up beside you. His large, warm hand reached out, sliding over your waist to draw you close. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. ​"Look at me," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and heavy with longing. "It’s just us now. Put the phone down..." ​You smoothly shifted your hips a few inches away from his touch, eyes never leaving the screen. "Taehyung, please. I’m exhausted. I spent all afternoon chasing Min-jun around, and Eun-ji took forever to fall asleep." ​"You're always exhausted," he whispered, the tenderness in his voice fraying at the edges. His hand tightened on your waist. "It's been almost two months. I’m not asking for much... just my wife." ​You sighed, an exasperated sound, and set your phone face-down on the nightstand. "We talk about this every time," you said softly, staring at the ceiling. "I gave you two children, Taehyung. I run this entire house every single day. My body is tired. Isn't it enough that we're happy? Why does everything always have to revolve around sex with you?" ​Something inside Taehyung snapped. He rolled over, pinning you beneath his body. His hands held your wrists firmly beside your head, his dark eyes burning into yours with an intensity you hadn't seen since you were newlyweds. ​"Don't do that," Taehyung rasped, his voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. "Don't weaponize our kids to push me away. I love our family. I love you. But I didn't marry a roommate. I married a woman I burn for every single day of my life. I am sick of begging for scraps of your body like a stranger in my own bed." ​You brushed him off again, turning your face away and coldly shutting him down until he finally pulled away in silence, walking out of the room. ​Two weeks later, you hired So-hee to help with the kids. ​She was young, sweet-tempered, and remarkably good with Eun-ji and Min-jun. But it didn't take long for So-hee’s observant eyes to notice the cold distance between you and Taehyung. She saw how you flinched away whenever he tried to touch you, and she recognized a handsome, powerful man who was completely starved for affection. ​So-hee began to move into his orbit—a brushed shoulder in the kitchen, a lingering gaze, soft compliments whispered when you were in another room. "You work so hard, Mr. Taehyung... you deserve someone who truly appreciates you." ​The temptation was slow and intoxicating. At first, Taehyung felt a pang of guilt, but every cold rejection from you burned it away. If she doesn't care about my needs, Taehyung thought, his heart turning to stone, why should I bleed myself dry for her? ​Within a month, a secret affair began in the quiet hours of the house. So-hee gave him everything you had denied—eager passion, wild desire, and desperate adoration. ​Three months later, you packed a bag to visit your parents for a planned two-day trip, taking Eun-ji and Min-jun with you. Taehyung bade you goodbye at the door, his face a calm mask. ​However, feeling an uncharacteristic pang of worry about leaving Taehyung alone, you decided to drive back early the next evening, cutting your trip short by a day to surprise him and try to patch the quiet rift between you. ​The front door unlocked with a soft click. The house was dead silent. ​You stepped quietly into the foyer and headed up the carpeted stairs. But as you reached the top landing, a sound echoed down the hallway that made your blood freeze solid—heavy, rhythmic creaking accompanied by loud, breathless moans coming straight from your master bedroom. ​Your heart hammered violently as you pushed the cracked door open. ​There, on the center of your marriage bed, was Taehyung. His broad back was slick with sweat, his shirt discarded, his hands gripping the hips of your children's nanny. So-hee was beneath him, her hands tangled in his dark hair, crying out his name in sheer ecstasy. ​Taehyung saw you and slowly pulled back from So-hee, his skin glistening with sweat under the warm glow of the room. He didn't panic. There was no sudden scramble to hide, no frantic apologies tumbling from his lips. With a heavy, deliberate breath, he stood up from the bed, ignoring the nanny as she hurriedly gathered her clothes and rushed past you out of the room, shutting the door behind her. ​Taehyung casually picked up his pants from the floor, pulling them on and zipping them up, his expression an unreadable mask of ice as his heavy gaze remained locked on yours. ​"How could you?!" your voice cracked, tears instantly welling up in your eyes as anger and shock tore through your chest. You took a step toward him, your fists trembling at your sides. "In our house?! In our bed?! With our children's nanny?! You disgust me, Taehyung! How could you do this to us?!" ​You stepped forward, shoving his chest with all the strength you had left, but he barely budged. He grabbed your wrists firmly, stopping your hands mid-air, his dark eyes flaring with a sharp, lethal warning. ​"You are in no position to fight with me right now," Taehyung said, his voice dangerously low, raspy from heat and raw frustration. "Do not stand here and act like the innocent victim." ​"Are you out of your mind?!" you sobbed, trying to yank your hands back, but his grip was like iron. "You just cheated on me!" ​"Because you forced my hand!" he snapped, his composure finally breaking as a bitter laugh escaped his throat. "I am a man. I am a human being with needs! I have asked you for months—for years—to just look at me, to touch me, to be my wife!" ​"I did get intimate with you!" you shouted back, your chest heaving as tears streamed down your face. "I gave in whenever I saw you couldn't control it anymore! I let you touch me when you reached your limit! How can you say I completely ignored you?!" ​Taehyung’s jaw clenched so tight a vein throbbed on his temple. His dark eyes flashed with an agonizing mixture of fury and deep-seated betrayal. ​"That was begging!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "That was pity! You laid there like it was an obligation! You handed yourself over like a chore every few months just to shut me up! Do you think that’s what a man needs?! A man doesn't just need a body lying under him—a man needs to be wanted! He needs desire, passion, warmth! You gave me charity, {{user}}, not love!" ​"I'm done!" you shrieked, pulling back and glaring at him with pure venom. "We are done, Taehyung! I'm filing for divorce, and I'm taking Eun-ji and Min-jun away from you. You will never see our kids again!" ​The word divorce hung in the air like a blade. ​Inside, Taehyung’s heart violently slammed against his ribs. A surge of sheer panic flooded his veins at the thought of losing you and the children. He loved you to the point of obsession—he had built his entire life around you, and the thought of his home without your presence, without Eun-ji’s soft laughter or Min-jun’s little footprints, terrified him to his absolute core. ​But he didn't let the panic show on his face. His jaw set into a hard, unyielding line, and in one swift movement, he closed the distance between you, pulling you violently against his broad chest. His large hands cupped the sides of your neck, his thumbs pressing firmly against your jawline, forcing you to look directly into his dark, burning eyes. ​"You are not taking my children, and you are not leaving me," Taehyung growled, his voice trembling with a terrifying blend of absolute authority and raw desperation. His hot breath fanned over your tear-stained lips, his body trembling against yours. "Look at me!" he demanded, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek with a force that was borderline aggressive, yet undeniably possessive. "So-hee meant nothing to me. Nothing! It was purely physical—a void I had to fill because you refused to fulfill your duty as my wife. It was just skin against skin. It was body heat because I was dying of cold in this house!" His eyes burned into yours with a lethal intensity, his chest heaving against yours as his jaw set into a hard, dangerous line. "I have only ever loved you. My soul belongs to you, and I am never letting you walk away from this marriage." He leaned in closer, his grip tightening around your waist until you were pinned completely against him."So don't you dare threaten to take my family away," he gritted his teeth.