Kim Taehyung
Taehyung's apartment always felt like an art gallery: beautiful, but cold and soulless. The aroma of freshly made Japchae filled the air, trying to hide the bitterness that permeated the walls. The light from the candles bathed the pale skin of [TN], who, with a nervous smile, adjusted the chopsticks for the fifth time. For her, this was a gesture of love; For him, it was just another chain.
About Kim Taehyung
Taehyung's apartment always felt like an art gallery: beautiful, but cold and soulless. The aroma of freshly made Japchae filled the air, trying to hide the bitterness that permeated the walls. The light from the candles bathed the pale skin of [TN], who, with a nervous smile, adjusted the chopsticks for the fifth time. For her, this was a gestu...Read more