heart of ice 「 KimTaehyung * Y/N 」

Chapter 50: The Sweetest Revenge

Three Days Later – Taehyung's Office

Y/N sat in Taehyung's office, her injured leg propped up on a cushion. She scrolled through the internet, seeing articles about her fall.

📰 "Supermodel Y/N Falls on the Runway – Was It an Accident?"
📰 "Jealous Rivals or Pure Misfortune? The Truth Behind Y/N's Injury"

Taehyung stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, his jaw tight. "They thought they could humiliate you and get away with it?" he muttered, dark amusement lacing his tone. "They have no idea who they just messed with."

Y/N smirked. "I have something planned for them."

Jennie & Lisa's Plan Backfires

The next day, Lisa and Jennie arrived at an elite event, expecting to steal the spotlight. Instead, the moment they walked in—

BOOM! Their scandal was exposed.

A massive screen played a leaked video of Jennie and Lisa backstage, spilling the oil and laughing about it. The entire crowd gasped in shock.

"This is disgusting!"
"They sabotaged Y/N!"
"How could they do this?"

Jennie's face turned pale, while Lisa's eyes widened in horror.

"WHO DID THIS?!" Jennie shrieked.

And then, from across the hall, Y/N walked in—like a queen returning to her throne.

Despite her injury, she exuded power. Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at their terrified faces. "Surprised?"

Lisa clenched her fists. "You—!"

"Me." Y/N interrupted, stepping forward. "You tried to end my career, but instead, I just ended yours."

Taehyung Delivers the Final Blow

Jennie turned to Taehyung, her last hope. "Tae, you know me. We used to be—"

"Don't." His voice was cold, merciless. "You disgust me."

With a snap of his fingers, security arrived and escorted Jennie and Lisa out, their careers destroyed in front of everyone.

As the doors closed behind them, Taehyung turned to Y/N. "How do you feel now?"

Y/N smirked. "Like karma just did its job."

"Good," he murmured, stepping closer. "Because no one hurts my wife and gets away with it."

And as the night ended, Y/N and Taehyung walked out together, hand in hand—stronger than ever.

After the Event – Taehyung's Private Villa

The sky was painted in shades of deep blue and silver, the stars shining brightly as if celebrating Y/N's victory. Taehyung had planned a surprise for her—a private celebration at his secluded beachside villa.

As they arrived, Y/N gasped. The entire outdoor space was decorated with fairy lights, soft music playing in the background. A candlelit dinner was set up near the shore, the waves gently crashing against the sand.

"You did all this?" she asked, turning to Taehyung.

He smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Of course. My queen deserves nothing less."

Dinner & A Toast

They sat across from each other, sharing a luxurious meal. Taehyung poured a glass of wine for Y/N and raised his own.

"To you," he said, his deep voice laced with admiration. "To the woman who never bows down, who fights back stronger every time someone tries to break her."

Y/N's eyes softened. "And to the man who stands beside me, no matter what."

They clinked glasses and took a sip, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.

Dancing Under the Stars

After dinner, soft music played, and Taehyung extended his hand. "Dance with me."

"But my leg—" Y/N hesitated.

"Trust me." He gently pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her waist as they swayed. He held her close, careful with her injury, his warmth seeping into her skin.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered against her ear.

Y/N leaned into him, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Then prove it."

A Night of Passion

The slow dance turned into something more. Taehyung scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her inside.

He placed her down on the bed, his dark eyes filled with desire and adoration. "I'll be gentle," he murmured before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

His fingers trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her body. His lips moved to her neck, marking her as his.

"You're mine, Y/N," he breathed, pressing her down into the silk sheets.

And as the night deepened, the only sound that filled the room was their whispered confessions of love.