THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-83| HER FATAL WEAKNESS!~

The sky had darkened outside—the office long empty, lights dimmed. Just the soft hum of air conditioning and their quiet breathing as they cuddled on the table.

A knock came at the door. Light. Polite.

Taehyung lifted his head slowly, eyes adjusting to reality returning. He glanced down at Isabella—still half-asleep in his arms—and whispered, "It must be food... let me."

Carefully, he began to untangle himself from her. Taehyung had quietly slipped out, grabbed the food, and then thought bigger. He called a staff member—

Half an hour later—knock knock.

Taehyung answered the door again—this time, a staff member stood there with an armful of things: A bottle of wine in an ice bucket. Two crystal glasses. Fluffy white sheets. And a few scented candles.

He took everything quietly, tipping them with a polite nod before closing the door.

For half an hour, he worked in silence—setting it all up. The meeting room? Soon transforming into something romantic and private.

Taehyung approached Isabella, his steps quiet.

He gently kissed her temple—warm, sweet—then whispered, "Wake up, baby... let's have dinner." His voice was tender. So different from earlier intensity.

Isabella groaned softly—exhausted, blissfully spent—and nuzzled deeper into the pillow-like fabric beneath her.

"Mmmm... I wanna sleep."

Taehyung smiled—fond, patient. He kissed both of her cheeks. Then he murmured, "We will... but first let's eat something."

Not pushing. Just coaxing with that soft voice that only she ever heard.

Isabella blinked—slowly—as her eyes adjusted.

Then... she saw it.

The whole room was glowing. Dozens of candles flickered everywhere—on the floor, on tables, even a few in glass holders. The Floor-to-ceiling glass windows framed the city skyline... lights twinkling in the evening haze. A white sheet was spread on the floor like a romantic picnic spot near the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Fine Seoul. Silverware neatly arranged.

And right in the center—the ice bucket with wine chilling beside two crystal glasses. Taehyung sat first, then gently pulled Isabella down beside him on the soft sheet.

When she saw everything—the candles, the wine, the effort—her eyes widened. And when she turned to him? Her voice was pure wonder. "Tae... you did these?! It's so beautiful!"

Taehyung just smiled—shyly this time. Not a smirk. A real one. He poured her a glass of wine without saying anything... but his eyes said, For you.

She teased him, "Damn... I didn't know you could do this!"

And it was true.

He chuckled—a rare, soft sound—as he handed Isabella the glass. Then shrugged one shoulder—still smiling—and said simply, "Anything for you"

Then leaned in and kissed her cheek before taking his own wine.

After dinner—the plates mostly empty, the wine half-finished—Taehyung and Isabella sat in peaceful silence. The candles still flickered, casting gentle shadows across their faces. Outside, city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Taehyung shifted slightly—then pulled Isabella onto his lap with ease. She rested her head on his shoulder naturally... fitting perfectly against him.