Location: Seoul — Two weeks after the Gala Night
Y/N's new life was glowing.
Every magazine had her on the cover — "Rising Star Y/N wins hearts again."
Her songs topped charts, her interviews went viral.
And now, she had received a huge offer —
to act in a romantic music-drama alongside Jin, the same singer she had once collaborated with in New York.
The world loved their chemistry.
Their smiles, their comfort, the way their voices blended perfectly — it was natural.
But soon, too natural became too suspicious for the media.
📰 Scene: The Headline that Shook Everything
That morning, Seoul woke up to chaos.
Breaking News: "Singer Y/N and Superstar Jin spotted sharing a kiss at late-night drama shoot in Busan — are they dating?"
Social media exploded.
Pictures of them laughing, hugging between takes, and one blurred image that looked like a kiss — filled every platform.
Thousands of comments poured in —
"They look so good together!"
"Poor CEO Kim Taehyung… wasn't she still his wife?"
"Business queen's ex-wife turned idol? Messy!"
🏢 Scene: Kim Holdings Office
Taehyung sat behind his desk, staring at his phone screen.
He hadn't said a word in ten minutes.
Soobin walked in nervously. "Sir, the media is linking your name too. They're saying your wife— I mean, Y/N—"
He raised a hand. "Enough."
His voice was calm — too calm.
That kind of silence that meant something was breaking inside.
Soobin: "Shall I prepare an official statement denying—"
Taehyung: "No statements."
He stood up slowly, buttoning his suit jacket.
Taehyung (quietly): "People forget what's true. But I don't need to remind them who she is."
He picked up his coat and walked out — ignoring every curious glance in the hallway.
📱 Scene: Y/N's Apartment
Her phone buzzed non-stop.
Calls from her manager, Jin, even reporters — all wanting her reaction.
She sat on the couch, overwhelmed.
Then her phone lit up again.
"Taehyung Calling…"
Her hands froze.
Her heart knew this call wouldn't be easy — not after all that happened.
She didn't pick up.
Instead, she put the phone face-down and covered her eyes.
Her reason?
Because she knew if she heard his voice right now, she'd break down —
and she didn't want him to think her tears were guilt.
📞 Scene: Jungkook's Studio
Meanwhile, Jungkook was finishing up a recording when Taehyung's call flashed on his phone.
Jungkook: "Hyung?"
Taehyung (firmly): "Where's Y/N?"
Jungkook: "At her place, I think. She's stressed… she saw the news."
Taehyung: "She didn't answer my call."
Jungkook: "Maybe she's just scared, Tae. The media is eating her alive right now."
Taehyung (coldly): "Scared of what — me? Or the truth?"
Jungkook sighed, standing up. "Don't make this worse. She's not what those articles are saying. You know that."
Taehyung stayed silent for a moment. Then, softer —
Taehyung: "Tell her to answer the call, Jungkook."
And he hung up.
🌙 Scene: Y/N & Taehyung — The Call
Minutes later, Jungkook called Y/N.
Jungkook: "Y/N-ah, he's hurt. Just talk to him, please."
She took a deep breath, nodded, and picked up Taehyung's call.
The silence between them felt heavier than words.
Taehyung (quietly): "So this is what you call freedom?"
Y/N (softly): "It's not what it looks like."
Taehyung: "The world doesn't care how it looks. You're still my wife — and whether you love me or not, at least don't humiliate my name in front of them."
Y/N: "Humiliate? Tae, I didn't plan those photos! It was a shoot. The media twisted it."
Taehyung (firm): "I haven't forced you to love me, Y/N. But I expect you not to disrespect me — or my family."
Her voice cracked. "You think I'd ever do that on purpose?"
Taehyung: "Then prove it. Stay away from him for a while."
Y/N (hurt): "You're not my boss anymore, Taehyung. You can't tell me who to talk to or work with."
There was silence.
Then his voice, low but trembling slightly —
Taehyung: "I'm not your boss. But I'm still your husband — even if it doesn't mean much to you."
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She couldn't reply.
He hung up first.
💧 Scene: After the Call
Y/N sat on the floor, clutching her phone.
Everything she had built — her career, her peace — felt fragile again.
She knew the rumors weren't true, but the world didn't care about truth.
Later that night, she scrolled through social media —
photos of her smiling beside Jin, headlines about "Y/N's betrayal,"
and comments dragging her name with Taehyung's.
Her chest tightened — the same pain she thought she'd buried long ago.
🕯️ Scene: Taehyung's Mansion
He stood near the window, the city lights reflecting in his eyes.
A glass of whiskey untouched in his hand.
He saw her face on the TV screen again.
For once, Kim Taehyung — the man who never broke —
closed his eyes and whispered,
"You could've just told me the truth, Y/N… that you were happy without me."
💥 "The Storm Behind the Mansion Gates"
Location: Kim Mansion — Morning
The day started with chaos.
Reporters outside the gate, flashing cameras, shouting questions.
"Mrs. Kim! Is it true your daughter-in-law is dating Jin?"
"Does Kim Holdings plan to divorce her?"
Inside the mansion, tension was thicker than the morning air.
Mrs. Kim sat in the grand living room, the TV flashing with Y/N's face on every channel.
She threw the remote on the couch.
Mrs. Kim (angrily): "Disgrace! She's dragging our name through mud! Dancing, singing, kissing actors— does she even remember she's a Kim?"
The maid tried to speak, "Madam, Sir Taehyung asked to stay out of media statements—"
Mrs. Kim (furious): "He may stay silent, but I won't! Tell her to come here. Right now!"
🕰️ Scene: Y/N Arrives
Y/N stepped out of her car, wearing a simple cream kurta-style dress and sunglasses.
Reporters screamed her name, cameras clicked endlessly —
"Y/N-ssi, are the rumors true?"
"Did your husband call you back home to talk about divorce?"
She ignored them all, face calm but heart racing.
The same gates she had once entered with dreams now stood tall and heavy —
but this time, she walked in as a woman unafraid.
Inside, Mrs. Kim sat waiting, arms crossed.
Mrs. Kim (coldly): "So you finally remember this house exists?"
Y/N (softly): "I came because you called me, Mother."
Mrs. Kim: "Don't call me that. You've lost that right when you embarrassed this family in front of the entire nation!"
Y/N (firm): "I didn't embarrass anyone. The media created lies, and I don't control their cameras."
Mrs. Kim (raising voice): "Lies? You were hugging that singer in public! Do you think people care about your excuses? My friends are calling me since morning! My son's name is being mocked because of you!"
Y/N's eyes filled with tears — not of guilt, but of frustration.
Y/N: "Do you know how hard I've worked? How many nights I've cried to be known for my music, not for being someone's wife?"
Mrs. Kim (mocking): "Music? Fame? You left your husband, your duties, your house — for fame! You're just hungry for attention."
Something inside Y/N snapped.
She took a deep breath — and finally, for the first time, she didn't hold back.
Y/N (angrily): "No, I'm hungry for respect! Something you never gave me, not even once in eight years!"
Mrs. Kim froze, stunned.
Y/N (continuing): "Every time I cooked, you found fault. Every time I tried to speak, you told me to stay quiet. I learned to walk on eggshells in my own home!"
Her voice trembled, but her eyes burned with truth.
Y/N: "You called me useless, just a secretary trying to become a wife. You humiliated me in front of servants, relatives — everyone. But still, I stayed silent, thinking maybe one day you'd see I only wanted to be part of this family."
Mrs. Kim stood up, glaring.
Mrs. Kim: "How dare you talk to me like that—"
Y/N (interrupting, fiercely): "No, how dare you treat me like I'm less than human? You insulted my parents, my dreams — everything! You forgot I'm someone's daughter before I was your son's wife!"
The room went silent.
Even the maid froze at the doorway.
Mrs. Kim's face softened for a second — shocked, perhaps guilty — but pride kept her still.
She turned away without a word and left the room.
Y/N stood there, shaking — tears streaming, but her spirit steady.
☕ Scene: The Kitchen (Next Morning)
The next morning, Y/N entered the kitchen early.
She made tea — quietly, calmly — and left a cup on the dining table near Mrs. Kim's seat.
Mrs. Kim entered, surprised.
Mrs. Kim: "You made this?"
Y/N (gently): "Yes. You always complained I couldn't make proper tea. Thought I'd try again."
Mrs. Kim hesitated, then sat down slowly. She sipped.
It was… perfect.
Y/N smiled faintly. "Guess I'm learning, after all."
Mrs. Kim said nothing — but for once, she didn't scold.
Her silence was acceptance, however small.
📰 Scene: Later That Day — Press Conference
The scandal had reached boiling point.
Reporters waited outside a Seoul studio where Jungkook was holding a fan event.
When they spotted him, questions poured out:
"Jungkook-ssi! Is Y/N really dating Jin?"
"Is she cheating on Kim Taehyung?"
Jungkook stopped mid-step. His jaw clenched.
He turned toward the cameras and said firmly —
Jungkook: "Enough. Y/N doesn't deserve this. She's worked harder than anyone I know — and I've seen her fight through things none of you ever will."
The reporters fell silent.
Jungkook (looking straight into cameras):
"Stop spreading lies about her personal life. If you have time to question someone's character, at least have the courage to learn their truth. She's not just my friend — she's one of the most genuine artists I've met. And she deserves respect."
The clip went viral within hours.
`#RespectYN trended worldwide.
Even Taehyung saw it.
For the first time in days, he smiled faintly —
a small, proud smile, mixed with something heavier: regret.
🕯️ Scene: Kim Mansion, Night
Taehyung entered the house quietly that night.
He saw Y/N sitting alone in the garden — sipping tea, lost in thought.
He walked over slowly.
Taehyung: "I saw the news. Jungkook defended you."
She nodded softly. "He didn't have to. But I'm grateful he did."
Taehyung (gently): "I am too."
Silence again — peaceful this time.
Two people who had fought the world, and now just wanted calm.
Taehyung: "You were brave today."
Y/N (half-smile): "I just said what I should've said years ago."
He smiled slightly. "That's the Y/N I remember."
They both sat quietly, under the stars —
no arguments, no pretense. Just two souls, tired but still connected somehow.