Taehyung stood at the edge of his penthouse, looking out over the sprawling city that lay beneath him. The moonlight washed over the skyscrapers, turning the glass and steel into a shimmering ocean. At thirty-two, he was the most powerful CEO in South Korea, a name whispered in awe across boardrooms and cocktail parties. Cold, stoic, untouchable—his reputation loomed larger than the city itself

But beneath that polished exterior, Taehyung was a man haunted by a skeleton buried deep within his past

Sixteen years ago, the world had been different. He was just a boy of seventeen, reckless and immature, thrown into a whirlwind romance that exploded into chaos. He had loved her—Min-Ji—with an intensity he now understood was naive. When he learned she was pregnant, panic settled in. Fear of responsibility, fear of becoming his own father—the man who had walked out on him. In a moment of weakness, he made a decision that would suffocate him for years. Guilt gnawed at him as he held that tiny, innocent life in his hands, her hazel eyes reflecting his own turmoil. But he turned away

With trembling hands, he snapped a few pictures on his phone—her delicate features, her fair skin. A secret he could never share, a memory he couldn’t erase. He put the baby in a makeshift cradle of blankets and discarded her in a dim alleyway, the shadows swallowing her whole. He walked away, each step heavier than the last

From that day forward, Taehyung buried himself in work. Each acquisition, each deal brought him wealth and power, but it never filled the void. Women chased him, wanting to be by his side, to claim his attention, but he refused them all. They were but fleeting echoes of the love he had forsaken. No one knew him, not really. No one saw the man behind the suit

Taehyung: he is sitting on his office he pull out his phone and look at his daughter pic my daughter im sorry...he said softly