heart of ice 「 KimTaehyung * Y/N 」

Chapter 47: The Return of a Queen

The world had been waiting, and finally, Y/N was back.

The runway was hers once again. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, her confidence radiating with each step. Every designer, journalist, and fan in the crowd watched in awe—the supermodel had returned, and she was more powerful than ever.

But in the sea of admiration, one pair of eyes burned with jealousy.

Luna stood near the back of the venue, arms crossed, her expression dark. Y/N's success had always been a bitter pill for her to swallow. She hated it. She hated how effortlessly Y/N commanded attention. That was supposed to be her.

As Y/N reached the end of the runway, she turned slightly—locking eyes with Taehyung. He was sitting front row, watching her like she was the most mesmerizing thing in the world. The way his eyes darkened with pride, with adoration, made her heart race.

She had everything Luna wanted. And Luna hated it.

Backstage Showdown

As soon as Y/N stepped backstage, she felt the tension before she even saw her.

Luna.

The woman who had tried to ruin her. The woman who had tried to take her husband away. And now, she was standing there, waiting.

"So, you're back?" Luna sneered, her arms folded.

Y/N smirked, tilting her head. "Oh, did you miss me?"

Luna scoffed. "I just don't understand how someone like you keeps getting lucky. Without Taehyung, you're nothing."

Y/N stepped forward, not intimidated in the slightest.

"And yet, here you are. Watching me. Obsessing over me. Tell me, Luna, who's the one that's really nothing?"

Luna's smirk faltered.

Public Humiliation

Before Luna could respond, the backstage crew started whispering. People were watching. Y/N wasn't just a model—she was the main event. And Luna had just made the mistake of challenging her in front of an audience.

Y/N let out a small laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Luna, let me give you a little lesson in reality."

She turned to the nearest staff member and asked, "Who was the star of tonight's show?"

The woman didn't hesitate. "You, of course, Y/N."

Another designer walked past and overheard the conversation. "No one even noticed anyone else once Y/N stepped on that runway."

Luna clenched her fists.

Y/N wasn't done yet. She stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only Luna could hear.

"You tried to take my husband."
"You tried to destroy my career."
"And yet, here I am. Winning. And you?" Y/N glanced at Luna up and down. "You're nothing but a shadow of my success."

Luna's face turned red. The humiliation was complete.

Taehyung's Arrival

As if the moment couldn't get any worse for Luna, Taehyung walked in—his presence instantly making the entire room turn silent.

His sharp gaze immediately landed on Y/N.

Ignoring Luna completely, he walked straight toward his wife, reaching for her waist and pulling her against him.

"You were breathtaking," he murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead.

Y/N smiled. "You liked the show?"

"Loved it," he corrected. Then, his eyes finally flickered to Luna.

For the first time, Luna felt small.

"Luna," he said flatly. "Why are you still here?"

Her heart sank.

"I—" she tried to speak, but Taehyung cut her off.

"I tolerated your presence before. I gave you chances. But let me make something clear—" he tightened his hold on Y/N, "My wife is the only woman I see. You? You don't exist to me."

Y/N smirked, watching Luna's face crumble.

The final blow.

Luna turned and stormed off, her defeat absolute.

The Victory Kiss

As soon as Luna disappeared, Taehyung turned back to Y/N.

"You handled that well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Of course," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I meant every word," he whispered against her lips. "You are the only woman I'll ever love."

And as he kissed her—deep, passionate, and full of undeniable love—the entire world faded away.

She had won.