Taekook One-shots 💼

Weak

Taehyung's POV:

I was so happy. The happiest in the world. As I held the positive pregnancy test in my hand. With tears rolling down my cheeks slowly but non stop.

I finally reached our shared bedroom. It was quiet. You came back from your work tired and I didn't want you to be stressed out. I wanted to release your stress, so I thought it was better to tell you at the same time. I couldn't hold in my happiness, because it was overwhelming.

As I reached our room, I saw you lying on our huge comfortable bed working on your laptop. I walked closer to you telling you that you shouldn't overwork yourself this much.

You turned your head towards my direction saying that you wanted me to leave you alone giving me a glare, after turning your gaze to the laptop. I suddenly got irritated. It was my fault. I knew it was my fault. You were stressed and I made it worse.

I closed the laptop angrily and told you that you don't give me as much attention as a husband is supposed to give to his partner.

You stood up immediately and grabbed my collar, not too harshly but not too loosely. You pinned me on the door, but that 𝘸𝘢𝘴 harshly. I started shaking as fear was getting the best of me. Holding the pregnancy test behind my back, I looked down on the floor hearing your harsh but true words.

"Why are you so fucking annoying all the damn time, Taehyung?!"

"How more useless can you be?!"

"If you don't behave, I'll surely kick you out of here without a second chance. Do you understand?!"

I slowly nodded trying not to show my emotions, even though my heart was slowly breaking apart in I don't even know how many pieces. I felt so heavy. So sad. So disappointed in myself. So useless. So weak in front of you. Though I still felt my love and care for you.

You raised your hand upwards in the air. I noticed it and shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to face the moment that was about to come.

Then, I felt a hand slapping my left cheek. Before you go farther, I yelled.

"I'm pregnant!" I said. And your face suddenly softened. It became calm but confused. I saw the shock and excitement in your eyes as soon as you heard it.

You slowly let go of me and stepped backwards not caring about what was behind you. You slipped a little and sat on the bed staring at me with wide eyes.

I didn't know how to react. Should I be happy about your reaction? Should I be disappointed? Should I leave? Should I abort it? Many thoughts came in my mind as I didn't realize you hugging me tightly.

I came back to my sense and wided my eyes big. I hugged back slowly not knowing what to think. You pulled out of the tight grip and kneeled down in front of me facing my still flat tummy. You gently lifted my T-shirt up so you can finally face my belly. It was strange, but it felt good. I felt myself getting together again, as a small smile was drawn on my pale face.

You leaned in and again gently attached your soft lips on my skin pecking it softly. I heard you mumbling little sorrys. But I didn't care. Because I knew I was always at fault in this relationship. This is what you used to say.

I wiped my tears that was willing to come out desperately. You lifted my T-shirt down again, as you slowly turned your gaze up to my face. You held my thin waist in your muscular arms and attached your lips to mine. It was a slow, passionate and lovely kiss. I felt love, care and calmness.

After months our beautiful newborn baby girl was born. She was so cute. She looked just like you. Her face was peaceful, adorable and her lips were pink just like her chubby little cheeks which they had a very soft shade of red on them. We finally got home after hospital. I was resting in our bed watching you holding gently our little fluff ball in your arms.

You were mumbling sweet and nice words to her. I smiled. A happy smile. A wide boxy smile that hasn't appeared since months.

I slowly closed my eyes. I heard you saying how cute and adorable she is, just like me. My smile didn't disappear. It was still there. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 kept it there.

I then felt my body getting weaker and weaker each second that passed. I knew my cancer wouldn't let me live my beautiful happy memories for too long.

I mumbled a low "I love you". I heard you calling my name again and again. I'm sorry I couldn't answer. I was too weak.

At least I died a happy man.