Our Marriage Story || Taekook

Chapter Sixty One

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The big revelation at Memory Inc was a life-altering truth for Taehyung. Despite the kind and reassuring words of his father, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by his own existence. His heart drowned in guilt, feeling responsible for the sins of his dear mother. It was hard for him to fathom that a person so sweet and lovely as his mother had been hiding such an ugly face under her facade. And to think that his father who he hated all his life had been living a pitiful life because of him just added to the sorrowful burden that he was carrying with him back home.

When Jungkook came home that day he was beyond horrified by the unusual sight of his love crying his eyes out on their living room couch. Abandoning his work bag and files in his hands he was quick to his pregnant partner's aid. After a lot of hugs, lingering kisses and soothing words the tsunami of tears with much difficulty were dealt with. Only after bribing the sour mood with a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup alongside a strawberry ice cream tub did it finally leave his Prettae alone.

Cuddled and snuggled on top of his favourite person's chest, Taehyung spilt out the disturbing and painful past of his father. The way his body trembled while describing the events, Jungkook understood that Taehyung was taking ownership of his mother's sins. The self-hate and anger were hard to miss in the narration. In reparations, Jungkook could only pull the lazy duet on them higher and run soothing circles on his beloved's back. He knew that his innocent husband needed to vent all the pent-up frustration and ill emotions.

The next morning, Taehyung looked much better. The guilt was still adamantly seated in his heart but the burden had become a lot more manageable for him to carry. Sometimes, one only needs an attentive ear to get cured. Jungkook's patience and understanding presence just did that for Taehyung. Stifling awake, Jungkook was met with a dreamy and hazy look along with adoration in his husband's eyes. His body felt sore having slept on the couch in an uncomfortable position but that didn't stop him from smiling an assuring and love-glazed smile at his precious.

Jungkook's lips parted to mumble a pleasant greeting but his words got eaten up by a familiar pair of pillowy lips the next second. Sporting a comforting grin, Jungkook accepted the turbulent and rapid attacks on his bottom lip. Running a gentle hand on the ragging man's sides, Jungkook responded to the roughness with calmness, acceptance and grace. The sweet act was generously celebrated by Taehyung's agonising heart, evoking his insides to mumble a series of love confessions in between his frivolous lip movements. Things only escalated from there, ending with them making love on the same couch.

Evening rolled in pretty soon for the love birds who had self-caged themselves in their lovely golden, paradisal nest since morning. Alas, the worrisome father and partner in Jungkook broke them free from their cage when he dragged Taehyung to their doctor. After the recent turmoils, he just wanted to hear from the doctor that his husband and baby are healthy. Results, fortunately, came out unalarming although their Doctor advised them to be cautious of stress and suggested healthy coping mechanisms and exercises which Jungkook took full note of. He was determined to have no harm hovering over his budding family.

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Another Saturday had rolled in and Mr Kim like usual made reluctant steps to his so-called wife's hospital room. Even after doing this routine a gazillion times, he was still not used to it. The sight of those familiar white doors always makes his skin crawl. He is so tired of acting in front of the woman who not only destroyed his life but also sucked him dry out of it. There were times when he genuinely felt like giving up. The idea of eternal sleep didn't sound so wrong to him, but then the thought of his son would always shake those dark thought out of him.

Running a trembling hand through his raven hair with strands of silver shining through them, Mr Kim released a tired sigh. Unbuttoning his suit jacket Mr Kim cracked his neck, mumbling a self-encouragement, "Let's just get it over with!" he push the doors open.