His ex in paris

Y/n thought her late-night thirst was the most interesting thing happening in her apartment building. She was wrong.

Every night, she creeps into the kitchen for a glass of water, a routine as dull as the midnight air. Until one evening, she glances across the courtyard.

There, perfectly framed in the amber glow of his window, is Kim Taehyung the brooding, beautiful neighbor she barely knew existed. He's standing shirtless, the steam from a late-night culinary creation clinging to his skin, lost in a world of his own making.