Taehyung moved in that morning — his bags in the hallway, his heavy steps echoing through Jungkook’s perfect white mansion like a promise she’d made to herself: No more sneaking. No more guilt.

Hyunbin helped him carry boxes to the guest room. Taeho babbled from his crib while his father and grandfather exchanged stiff, awkward nods — both pretending they didn’t share the same woman.