Life continued in its blissful, secretive rhythm for Tae and Jungkook. Their affair was a flame that refused to dim—every glance, every touch loaded with promise. The babies were thriving at six months, their chubby cheeks even rounder, their giggles more infectious. Haneul loved grabbing at Jungkook’s nose during playtime, while Suho snuggled into Tae’s chest like it was his favorite place in the world. Hyunwoo remained the distant, arrogant shadow he always was, buried in work and oblivious to the heat simmering under his own roof. Tae felt cherished, desired, and truly happy for the first time, her kind heart finally finding the love it craved in Jungkook’s arms.

But one night, the fragile peace shattered. Hyunwoo was home, pacing the living room on a late business call, his voice booming through the penthouse. “What the fuck do you mean the deal’s off? Fix it, or I’ll ruin you!” The twins, usually angels at bedtime, were being extra naughty—rolling around in their cribs, fussing and crying, refusing to settle. Their wails echoed down the hall, piercing Hyunwoo’s tirade.