Taehyung stretches languidly across the narrow bed, one arm thrown over his head as sunlight slices through the thin curtains and spills across his face.
He squints.
"Aish... this isn't even blackout," he mutters, voice rough with sleep. "Cheap-ass apartment."
The fabric glows pale gold, betraying every inch of morning. He clicks his tongue in irritation. If he were anywhere else, he would have had the entire place redesigned overnight—custom drapes, double-layered, soundproofed windows, controlled lighting.
But this place has to stay invisible.
Temporary. Disposable. Close to her.
He exhales slowly.
No problem. Just change the curtain.
The thought lingers, though. Hiring someone would be easier. He hates doing things himself. Yet bringing workers here means records, faces, witnesses. This apartment exists for one purpose only—to watch without being seen.
His hand drifts to his phone on the nightstand.
One tap.
Another.
The familiar hidden app opens.
The living room camera feed appears instantly.
There she is.
Y/N sits curled up on her sofa, sunlight warming her hair. A glass of milk rests in her hand. She lifts it slowly to her lips, unaware of the quiet gaze fixed on her.
Taehyung sneezes softly from the lingering dust in his room, then chuckles under his breath.
"She's drinking milk in the morning... what are you, five?" he murmurs, fond amusement flickering across his face. "Cute."
He shifts onto his side, propping his head up as he studies her through the screen like she's the only channel worth watching.
A sudden impulse sparks.
He switches apps and opens KakaoTalk.
Him: Morning, babe.
The message sends.
Immediately, he flips back to the camera feed, anticipation sharpening his eyes.
Right on cue, her head tilts slightly. She must have heard the notification. She looks down toward the phone resting beside her.
His lips curl upward.
She reaches for it.
Unlocks it.
Reads.
He watches every micro-expression like a scientist observing an experiment.
Then—
She tosses the phone back onto the sofa without replying.
Lightly. Casually.
Like it's nothing.
And she resumes drinking her milk.
Silence fills his room.
His smile fades, slow and deliberate.
The warmth in his gaze cools into something sharper.
"What a bitch," he mutters, jaw tightening.
He leans closer to the screen, eyes narrowing as if proximity alone can force her to react differently. The casual dismissal scratches at something inside him—an itch he doesn't like, an ego bruised too easily.
Ignoring him?
Fine.
His eyes remain locked on the live feed of her living room. She's still sipping her milk, pretending the world doesn't exist. Pretending he doesn't.
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Dream (Taehyung FF) - ON HOLD
FanfictionY/n, a trainee in Hybe, been spending 6 years as a trainee to debut. But, everything becomes a chaos when she is in a secret relationship with a famous idol there, Kim Taehyung.
