✔️WARM BLANKET: TAEHYUNG

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~The Decoration~

Weeks turned into a blur. Taehyung got busy with preparations for his upcoming concert, which was in two months. Meanwhile, Mishti spent her whole day roaming around the penthouse alone. Sometimes, she would stare at her surroundings, captivated by the sheer size of the place. Other times, she tried watching something on the TV, or she would study for her upcoming exams. Her life had taken unexpected turns after her parents' death and the marriage that was suddenly thrust upon her.

She had been clearly instructed to keep the curtains closed during the day and to stay inside the house at all times. If she needed anything, she was to call one of the four designated numbers and order whatever she needed. All these precautions were for her safety—she had to avoid the sasaeng fan attacks and media coverage. The company had completely disregarded the request to publicly announce her as Kim Taehyung’s wife. No one knew how people would react, and it seemed safer this way.

Another thing—Taehyung had separated their rooms. She slept in the room next to his, which made everything feel so distant and unfamiliar.

Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. She muted the television and got up from the sofa, approaching the door cautiously. Placing her ear against it, she listened for any sounds of danger, and then switched on the small screen embedded in the wall to check who was outside. It was a staff member. She opened the door, stepping back to hide behind it, as the staff member slid a box inside without entering or peeking—strict instructions had been given, after all.

(It's done, you can close the door)
"Da dwaess-eo, mun-eul dad-ado dwae," the staff member said, bowing slightly.

"Ye," she replied softly, then immediately closed the door, letting out a quiet sigh. The gesture felt somewhat rude, especially since in Korea, people bow to each other with a smile, but she had to hide because of the instructions.

Her eyes then landed on the parcel. She peered at the label and smiled in amusement. It was her parcel. Instantly, she smacked her forehead.

"How could I forget? I ordered decorations," she muttered to herself, running into the kitchen to grab a knife and start unpacking. She carefully peeled away the layers of stuffing, her excitement growing as she revealed the items inside. Lifting one of the decorations, she grinned widely.

She began decorating the hall and her room, carefully placing a dining table cloth adorned with Mandhubani art. She then hung a traditional toran on her room’s door, paired with double curtains, and added a foot mat to the floor by the door. As she moved to another room, she stopped suddenly, her gaze lifting. It was his room. She remembered his strict instructions not to enter it.

Forgetting about his room for the moment, she marched back to the kitchen, cleaned the induction stove, and placed a saucer on the counter for tea.

It was already evening by the time she poured herself a cup of tea, paired with some cookies, and sat down to watch TV. Just then, the doorbell rang. Putting the cup back on the table, she walked to the door, checking the mini monitor. It was him—Taehyung. She moved back, opened the door for him, and he entered, immediately shutting the door behind him. He scanned her from top to bottom, his gaze lingering on the folds of her pants and the mess of her long sleeves.

"You didn’t need to clean the house, the staff will do that," he said, brushing past her and moving to his room. He reached for the doorknob but froze when something caught his attention. His eyes slowly traveled across the hall, then to her room. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the hell?" he yelled. Mishti flinched slightly and rushed over to him. He turned to face her, fury written all over his face.

"What have you done to my house?" he demanded, pointing at the decorations. She glanced around the hall, then smiled proudly.

"It was looking dull, so I gave it a touch," she said, a proud grin forming on her face.

He inhaled sharply, his frustration mounting as he grabbed one of the curtains.

"Curtains on the door?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.

"Two hats on the floor?!" he exhaled loudly, his frustration growing.

"Foot mats," she pointed out, as he picked up the handwoven mini foot mats in disbelief.

"Foot mats!! All in the hall?" he shouted, exhaling even louder.

"No one in the kitchen, and one’s at the bathroom door," she replied calmly.

"We have separate bathrooms. Do you know that?" he asked sharply. She nodded.

"My bathroom," she replied.

He threw his hands up in the air, his disbelief growing.

And then, he grabbed the toran again, his face filled with exasperation.

"What is this?" he asked, shaking the decorative string in his hands.

She instantly freed the ''toran'' from his firm grip.

"Hold them gently," she replied, his eyes widening in shock at her boldness.

"Clear this mess now. This is my house," he said, his voice firm as he slammed the door to his room behind him.

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