Kim Miso

I woke up feeling an unfamiliar heaviness in my chest. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. For a moment, I stayed still, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the weight in my heart. My body felt sore, a sharp reminder of everything that had happened.

And then, it hit me.

The memories of last night came crashing down like a wave. Taehyung… the intimacy we shared… the way my mind slipped into little space. The way I had called him Daddy. A surge of panic coursed through me as I replayed the moment in my head. He had seen me like that—vulnerable, innocent, not the fierce woman I wanted to be in front of him. And worse, he helped me. He found Snowball, washed me, dressed me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the memories away, but it was impossible. It all came rushing back with painful clarity.

"Why... why did I let him see that part of me?" I muttered, my voice shaking with frustration.

I sat up, my eyes darting around the room. Everything felt too small, too suffocating. I was furious—furious at myself for losing control, for letting him see the side of me I kept hidden from the world. My hands tightened into fists as I bit down on my bottom lip, the bitter taste of shame filling my mouth.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up abruptly, my breathing ragged. The anger bubbling inside me exploded. I grabbed the nearest thing—an alarm clock on the nightstand—and threw it across the room. It shattered against the wall, pieces scattering on the floor.

"How could I let this happen?" I yelled to no one in particular, pacing around the room, grabbing anything within reach and hurling it with all the force I could muster. A vase crashed, then a picture frame. The loud sounds echoed in the quiet room, but they weren’t enough to drown out the turmoil inside me.

Why was I so angry? Was it because he had seen me in little space, something I never wanted anyone—especially him—to see? Or was it because of the intimacy we shared? The way he made me feel, the way my body responded to him… why did it feel good? I hated that part of myself, the part that enjoyed being vulnerable with him. I never wanted to rely on anyone, never wanted to need someone. But last night… last night was different.

I stopped in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My hair was disheveled, my eyes wild with a mixture of anger and fear. Who was I even angry at? Taehyung for seeing me at my weakest? Myself for letting it happen? Or was it something deeper—something I wasn’t ready to admit?

I needed to know what he was thinking. What was his reaction after seeing me like that? Was he disgusted? Pitying me? Or worse… did he think I was broken?

The thought sent a fresh wave of anger surging through me. I stormed out of the room, my footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor. I needed answers. I needed to see his face.

I reached his room and pushed the door open without thinking, half expecting him to be there, sitting with that unreadable expression he always wore. But the room was empty. The bed was neatly made, his things perfectly in place, as if he hadn’t even spent the night. My heart sank a little, but I quickly shoved the feeling away.
But it was empty.

I stood there for a moment, the silence of the room mocking me. Where was he?

My heart pounded in my chest, and the panic I had been trying to suppress crept back in. He had left, hadn’t he? Maybe he didn’t want to deal with me after last night. Maybe he thought I was too much—too complicated. I sank to my knees, my hands trembling. What if he thinks I'm too easy to broke?

So, that’s how he wanted to play it? Fine.

If Taehyung wanted to act like nothing happened between us last night, then I could play along. I wasn’t going to beg him to acknowledge it. I wasn’t going to show him that vulnerable side again. I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. This is what I needed. Strength. Control.

He could ignore me all he wanted, but I wasn’t going to let him think he could get away with it that easily.

I marched back to my room and ripped open my closet. Today was going to be different. If Taehyung thought he could just brush everything off, then I’d show him exactly what kind of woman he’d married. The bitchy one. The one who didn’t care what he thought or felt.

I threw on the tightest, most expensive dress I owned. My makeup was bold, and I tied my hair back in a sharp, sleek ponytail. I was going to be extra today—extra sassy, extra fierce.

“Two can play this game, Kim Taehyung,” I muttered to myself, fixing my eyeliner in the mirror. I couldn’t help but think about what had happened last night, though. The intimacy, the way he had looked at me, the confusion in his eyes when I slipped into little space. Anger bubbled up inside me as I replayed it over and over in my mind. How could I have let that happen? How could I have been so vulnerable in front of him?

I shook my head, refusing to dwell on it. It was done, and I had to move forward.

I stepped out of my room, expecting to find the usual chaos of the penthouse—Soyeon bustling around, Yin and Yang somewhere in the background, and the bodyguards stationed at the entrance. But to my surprise, the entire place was eerily quiet.

No Soyeon. No familiar faces like Yin or Yang.

Instead, it was completely empty.

My lips curled into a sly smile. Perfect.

I had been itching for some fresh air, and if Taehyung wasn’t going to be around to stop me, I was going to take full advantage.

I strutted toward the front door, heels clicking against the marble floors. I could already imagine the feel of the cool breeze hitting my face as I stepped outside, free from this suffocating place. But the moment I swung the door open, my plans came crashing down.

Two unfamiliar, bulky bodyguards stood in front of me. Their dark suits were intimidating, and their expressions were even more so.

“Ma’am, what are you doing here?” one of them asked, his voice deep and almost mechanical.

I raised an eyebrow, my lips forming a smirk. “What am I doing here?” I repeated in a mocking tone. “I’m the boss’s wife. I think I can do whatever the hell I want.”

The second guard shifted uncomfortably but didn’t move aside. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the boss has given strict orders. You’re not allowed to leave the penthouse.”

I blinked, stunned for a moment before the anger flared up. “Excuse me? Did you not hear me? I said I’m the boss’s wife. If I want to leave, I will leave. Are you seriously going to stop me?”

They didn’t budge.

“Boss’s orders, ma’am. We can’t let you leave.”

I let out an exasperated laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. “Is that so?” My voice dripped with sarcasm, but deep down, my frustration was boiling over. This was Taehyung’s doing, of course. He couldn’t face me, so he put a couple of walls between us—literally.

“Fine,” I snapped, turning on my heel and storming back inside. If they weren’t going to let me leave, I’d just have to get creative. There had to be another way out of this place.

The rest of the day was a blur of failed attempts and mounting irritation.

I tried sneaking out through the back exit, only to find more guards stationed there. I even tried to bribe Soyeon with my designer bags to let me out, but she had been too loyal to Taehyung to fall for it. I faked an emergency phone call at one point, hoping to lure the guards into a false sense of panic, but they weren’t buying it. Every plan, every scheme, failed miserably.

By the afternoon, I was pacing the living room, my mood darkening by the second. I couldn’t believe I was trapped here, under Taehyung’s thumb. How dare he? After everything that happened, how dare he treat me like some kind of prisoner?

My mind kept drifting back to last night, to the look in his eyes when he saw me in my vulnerable state. A part of me felt angry that he had seen me like that, exposed and fragile. But there was another part of me—one I wasn’t ready to admit—that had felt safe. For the first time in a long time, I hadn’t been alone.

I hated it.

I hated that I had felt good in his arms, that despite everything, I had wanted him to comfort me.

“Why are you so mad, Miso?” I muttered to myself, picking up a vase and throwing it across the room in frustration. “Is it because he saw you like that? Or because you didn’t hate it?”

The sound of the vase shattering against the wall did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me.

I wasn’t sure what infuriated me more—the fact that Taehyung had witnessed my most vulnerable side, or the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Either way, I was trapped in this hellish game we were playing, and I had no idea how to win.

The sky outside was turning shades of amber and gold as the sun dipped below the horizon. The late evening breeze whispered through the cracks in the windows, teasing me as I stood near the back door of the penthouse, my heart pounding in my chest.

I was going to make it this time.

I’d spent the entire day plotting, scheming—trying every possible way to slip past the security Taehyung had locked me under. But now, with the evening shadows creeping in and the bodyguards likely switching shifts, I saw my opportunity. It was the perfect moment to escape, even if it was just for a breath of fresh air.

Just as I reached for the door handle, my fingertips brushing against the cold metal, a sudden rush of footsteps echoed behind me. I froze, my breath hitching, but before I could react, a deep, authoritative voice sliced through the silence like a knife.

“Miso.”

The sound of my name on his lips sent a jolt through my body. I slowly turned around, my heart now hammering for a completely different reason.

Taehyung stood at the entrance to the room, his posture rigid, his eyes burning with fury as he stormed toward me. Yin and Yang, his ever-loyal shadows, followed behind him, their expressions unreadable but tense. But Taehyung—his rage was palpable. His gaze locked on mine, and for a brief second, the fire in his eyes softened, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us.

But then it was gone. He forced his face back into that cold, hardened mask, and I knew he wasn’t here to play.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low and dangerous, each word punctuated with barely contained anger.

I squared my shoulders, lifting my chin in defiance. “What does it look like, honey? I’m trying to go outside,” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm and sass. I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me, not after everything.

Taehyung’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck visibly straining as he clenched his fists at his sides. “Get inside. Now.”

I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest. “And if I don’t?” I challenged, feeling the tension in the air rise with each second. I could feel his anger, feel the power he was trying to exert over me, but I wasn’t going to back down that easily.

He took a step closer, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Miso, I’m not in the mood for your games. If you don’t come inside right now, you will regret it.”

I laughed—a short, bitter sound that echoed through the empty room. “Regret it? Is that a threat, Taehyung? Because I’ve been regretting things since the moment I walked into your life.”

His eyes darkened, the intensity of his anger almost choking the air between us. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t I?” I shot back, taking a step toward him, closing the distance between us. “I’m not some prisoner you can lock up, Taehyung. I’m your wife, or have you forgotten that?”

His eyes flared at my words, and I could see his restraint starting to slip. He wasn’t used to being challenged, not like this. Especially not by me. But I wasn’t backing down.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper, but there was a terrifying certainty in his words. “Now get. Inside.”

I held my ground, glaring up at him, daring him to make the next move. “Make me.”

For a moment, the room stood still, the tension crackling like electricity in the air. I could see the battle raging in Taehyung’s eyes, the cold, controlled side of him at war with the burning fury just beneath the surface. He wanted to remain in control, but I knew I had pushed him too far.

In one swift motion, before I could even react, Taehyung grabbed my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. “Fine,” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with dangerous resolve. “You asked for it.”

“Let go of me!” I shouted, trying to pull away, but he was too strong. His hand tightened around my wrist as he began to drag me back inside the penthouse.

“Stop fighting, Miso,” he ordered, his voice calm but with a lethal edge. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.”

But I wasn’t about to let him win that easily. I twisted and yanked my arm, trying to break free, but his strength was overpowering. I was no match for him physically, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake his iron grip.

“You can’t do this! I’m not a child!” I shouted, still struggling against him.

“You’re acting like one,” he shot back coldly, dragging me down the hallway. “So, I’m treating you like one.”

His words stung more than I wanted to admit, and a wave of helplessness washed over me as I realized just how powerless I was in that moment. Taehyung had always been strong, always in control, but I had never felt it so acutely as I did now, being physically dragged back to my cage like some unruly child.

We reached the living room, and with one swift motion, Taehyung flung me toward the couch. I stumbled, barely managing to catch myself before falling. I whipped around to glare at him, my chest heaving with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I spat, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration.

Taehyung’s expression was cold, his eyes hard as steel. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one who’s been trying to escape all day. Do you think I didn’t know what you were up to?”

I opened my mouth to snap back, but his words hit too close to the truth, and for a moment, I faltered. He had been watching me the whole time.

“You don’t get to trap me here, Taehyung,” I finally said, my voice quieter but no less fierce. “You don’t get to decide everything.”

His eyes flickered for a moment, something unreadable crossing his face, but it was gone before I could place it. “You’re my wife, Miso. Whether you like it or not, that comes with certain expectations.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not some trophy to be paraded around and controlled.”

“No, you’re not,” he agreed, his voice low and dangerous. “But you are mine. And as long as you’re under my roof, you’ll follow my rules.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, a swirl of emotions crashing inside me. Anger, frustration, defiance—but underneath it all, something else. Something I didn’t want to admit. Because as much as I hated him for controlling me, for treating me like this... there was a part of me that craved the way his eyes softened, the way his grip, despite its strength, never truly hurt me.

I hated that I noticed it. I hated that I wanted more of it.

Taehyung turned away from me, his posture still rigid, but the tension between us had shifted.

“I’m not going to let you leave, Miso. Not now, not ever. So stop trying.” His voice was softer now, but no less resolute.

I sat down on the couch, my mind racing, but for once, I didn’t have a snappy comeback.

For the first time, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight back.

Author’s Note:

Hey lovely readers! 💖

I hope you enjoyed this intense chapter! I really wanted to show the push and pull between Miso and Taehyung, with all the tension, emotions, and power dynamics at play. Their relationship is such a mix of fire and ice, and it’s only going to get more complicated from here! 🔥💔

Miso’s defiance and Taehyung’s need for control are clashing so hard right now, and I’m sure you can feel the storm brewing. I love writing these two characters, especially with how unpredictable they both are. One moment, there’s softness, and the next, it’s all fire.

Thank you so much for all your love and support on this journey! Let me know what you think about the chapter in the comments—I love hearing your thoughts and theories! Your encouragement keeps me going! 😍

Stay tuned because the next chapter is going to bring some serious twists! 😏

Much love, StarlitWings 💫