NEXT MORNING
Taehyung woke up early as he have to go to office today. He saw y/n sleeping peacefully besides him. He cresses her cheeks and stare at her for some time before quietly getting up and getting ready for office.
He didn't wake her up. He adore her sleeping figure. She look like a teddy bear while asleep. Her lips closed forming a pout. Her cheeks puffed up having a natural slight shade of pink. Her brown straight hairs of waist length spreading across the pillow.
Taehyung sat beside her and softly caressing her cheeks, her face, like memorizing her features before heading down and leaving for office.
TAEHYUNG'S OFFICE
Jimin asked taehyung teasingly as soon as he entered the office.
So man how was your first night with your cute baby wife? It was the first time i saw her, she was looking like a kid beside you. I was afraid whether she'll be able to handle a big monster like you. Don't tell me that you had gone hard on her.
Taehyung said in annoyance.
Yahhh what the hell are you talking about. I won't force myself on her. First i have to make her comfortable around me and of course i will be gentle. What do you think of me. And stop these nonsense talks.
Jimin smiled and said
See i told you that you are completely back on your right track. Back then you were the boy who always interested in these types of talks. I think of you as a gentleman. It's just you who still think of himself as a whore and look down on yourself.
Taehyung sighed and said
You know I've been thinking of this since the day i got to know about the marriage. And after meeting her i want to forget everything about my past and want to be with her. Only her.
Jimin smile and said dramatically
Oh god. What did that girl said to you. What I've been trying to make you realize for years she did it in one day.
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My cute Wife {Edited}
Fanfiction{Editing ✅} Y/N grew up in the shadow of an abusive father, her every action and decision tightly controlled, which left her immature and unaware of the realities that other girls her age embraced. Shielded from the concepts of desire and intimacy...