heart of ice 「 KimTaehyung * Y/N 」

Chapter 39: Disrespect Comes With Consequences

The sharp scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as Kim Taehyung's new secretary, Hana, strutted confidently through the grand halls of Kim Enterprises. She had only been working here for a week, and already, she had caught the attention of many employees with her striking beauty and sharp wit.

But Hana wasn't just ambitious—she was observant.

She had noticed how no one spoke about the CEO's wife. No framed photos on his desk, no romantic visits, nothing. Most CEOs at least had some visible attachment to their spouses, but Taehyung? Nothing.

Hana smirked to herself. A man like him wouldn't be tied down so easily.

She adjusted her tight-fitting dress, preparing to step into Taehyung's office, when a soft yet firm voice behind her made her pause.

"I need to see Mr. Kim."

Hana turned around, raising an eyebrow as her gaze landed on a stunning woman standing before her.

Y/N.

She exuded an effortless elegance, dressed in a sleek designer outfit that hugged her body perfectly, her aura commanding attention. But what irked Hana the most was the confidence in her eyes—as if she belonged here.

Hana crossed her arms, sizing Y/N up. "And you are?"

Y/N met her gaze without hesitation. "His wife."

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then—

Hana let out a mocking laugh.

"Oh, that's funny." She placed a hand over her chest as if genuinely amused. "You? His wife? Please, sweetheart, do you really expect me to believe that?"

Y/N remained composed, though she could feel the way the other employees in the office had turned to watch the interaction.

She tilted her head slightly. "And why wouldn't you believe it?"

Hana smirked, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Because if Kim Taehyung was married, the entire world would know. And trust me, honey, you don't look like the type of woman a man like him would marry."

Y/N's patience thinned, but she remained calm.

"Believe what you want." She glanced toward Taehyung's office. "Now, move aside."

But Hana didn't.

Instead, she folded her arms and took a step closer. "You know what? Since you're so delusional, let's play along." She grinned wickedly. "If you're his wife, then I must be the mother of his child."

Gasps echoed around the office.

Some employees looked shocked, some amused, and others horrified, but Y/N?

She laughed.

A slow, amused chuckle left her lips, making Hana's smirk falter just a little.

Y/N took a step forward, standing so close that Hana could feel her dominance.

"That's cute," Y/N said smoothly. "Really. But if you're his 'child's mother,' then I assume you know what scent he wears when he's at home?" She raised an eyebrow. "Or the exact number of buttons he likes undone on his shirts?"

Hana's expression stiffened.

Y/N leaned in just a little. "No? Didn't think so."

Hana clenched her jaw, but before she could respond—

The office doors swung open.

And in walked Kim Taehyung.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his presence immediately commanded attention. His gaze darkened as he took in the scene—the gathered employees, the smirk on Hana's face, and the unwavering confidence in Y/N's stance.

But then—his eyes locked onto her.

His wife.

And anger simmered beneath the surface.

"Y/N." His deep voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Hana, sensing an opportunity, immediately turned on the charm.

"Oh, Mr. Kim! I was just—"

But Taehyung didn't spare her a glance.

Instead, he strode over to Y/N, his hand wrapping possessively around her waist before pulling her flush against his body.

"Did something happen?" he asked only her.

Y/N smiled sweetly. "Nothing too serious. Just a misunderstanding."

Hana's face drained of color as she saw the way Taehyung looked at Y/N—with possession, with admiration, with something undeniable.

Taehyung's gaze finally shifted to Hana.

"What misunderstanding?" His tone was eerily calm, but everyone in the room could feel the storm brewing beneath it.

Hana swallowed hard, suddenly regretting every word she had spoken. "I—I didn't know she was your wife, sir. I thought she was just—"

"Just what?" Taehyung's voice dropped dangerously low.

Hana's lips trembled.

"I—I thought she was lying," she stuttered.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. Then, without breaking eye contact, he uttered four words that sent chills down the entire office:

"You're fired. Get out."

Hana gasped. "Sir, please—"

"I don't repeat myself," he cut her off. "You have ten minutes to clear your desk."

She panicked, her eyes darting between him and Y/N. "Sir, I didn't mean—"

"I don't care what you meant," he snapped coldly. "You insulted my wife in my company." His hold on Y/N's waist tightened. "And I don't tolerate disrespect toward her."

Y/N remained silent, watching as Hana stumbled back in shock, her world crumbling around her.

Taehyung turned to his employees. "Anyone else who has a problem with my wife," he paused, his voice deadly calm, "can leave with her."

Silence.

Not a single person moved.

Satisfied, Taehyung turned back to Y/N. "Let's go."

Without another word, he led her toward his office, his grip on her unwavering.

And just before the doors shut behind them, Y/N glanced over her shoulder—

To see Hana's horrified face.

Disrespect had consequences.

And Y/N had won.