Clutching the medical report with trembling hands, her tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking her already tear-stained cheeks.
Her swollen, reddened eyes bore the weight of countless sleepless nights spent crying.
The test results were clear-she was...
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At the dining table, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of someone's gaze lingering on her.
It was as if she were being studied, every movement of hers watched intently.
Turning her head slightly, she caught Taehyung's piercing eyes fixed on her, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine.
She quickly brushed it off, shaking her head at her own thoughts, and redirected her attention to the conversation around her.
Moments later, Taehyung joined them, settling into the seat beside her with a faint, reserved smile.
She returned the gesture, though unease still lingered in her chest.
Something about his demeanor seemed off.
He was present physically, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
"Taehyung, is something wrong?" she asked gently, her voice laced with concern.
But instead of answering, he abruptly rose from his seat, muttering a vague excuse before striding out of the room.
Y/N froze in her seat, her heart sinking as his retreating figure disappeared from view.
The quiet hum of voices around her faded into the background as doubt and worry consumed her.
'Did I say something wrong? Did I do something to upset him?' Her thoughts spiraled as she lowered her gaze to the table, her chest tightening with apprehension.
A single tear escaped, trailing down her cheek.
It was then that Taehyung's mother gently placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts.
Y/N looked up to see the older woman's kind, knowing eyes.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," her mother-in-law said softly, stroking Y/N's hair in a comforting manner.
"Taehyung's behavior isn't because of anything you've done. He's just... frustrated."
The word hung in the air, making Y/N's brows furrow in confusion.
"Frustrated? What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
A knowing smile tugged at the older woman's lips. "He's... well, he's sexually frustrated. He wants to be close to you, but he's holding himself back because of your pregnancy. He's scared, sweetheart, afraid of hurting you."
Y/N felt her cheeks flush crimson, her embarrassment building with each passing second.
The revelation caught her off guard.
She hadn't considered this side of things, though she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at the thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her mother-in-law gently nudged a plate of fruit toward her.
"Don't overthink it, darling. Eat your breakfast and rest. We'll talk to him together if needed," she said with a reassuring smile.
Y/N nodded, though her mind remained preoccupied.
She couldn't help but recall the way Taehyung's gaze lingered on her earlier, the heat in his eyes unmistakable.
The memory sent a tingle down her spine, and she shook her head, trying to dismiss the warmth blooming within her.
After finishing her meal, Y/N decided to retreat to their room for some much-needed rest.
Opening the door, she was greeted by a sight that made her heart skip a beat.
There stood Taehyung, fresh from a shower, with nothing but a towel slung low around his waist.
Droplets of water clung to his chest, and a small smile played on his lips as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror.
Her curiosity turned into a spark of jealousy as she approached him, her presence finally drawing his attention.
"When did you come in?" he asked, his voice warm yet tinged with surprise.
She rolled her eyes, her tone light but laced with an edge.
"How could you notice? You seemed so busy smiling at yourself."
Her words made him chuckle softly, but she ignored him, retreating to the bed and letting herself sink into the comfort of the mattress.
Moments later, the bed dipped under his weight as he climbed in beside her.
Hovering over her, Taehyung's warm breath fanned her cheek as he pressed a soft kiss against it. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.
"Are you feeling unwell? Should I call Eomma?"
Instead of answering, Y/N turned her back to him, silent but clearly upset.
His persistence didn't waver as he tried to coax an answer out of her, his lips brushing against her skin in an attempt to soothe her.
Finally, her resolve broke.
"Why did you ignore me at the dining table, Taehyung?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
He froze for a moment, his nervous gulp betraying his discomfort. "It's nothing, sweetheart. I'm fine-"
"Don't lie to me," she interrupted, her voice firm yet hurt.
"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But don't lie to me, Taehyung."
Her words hung heavy in the air as she pushed him away gently and turned her back to him once more.
The weight of her sadness pressed down on her, and she pulled the duvet over herself, hoping sleep would grant her solace.
As her breathing evened out, Taehyung sat beside her, his gaze softening as he watched her sleep.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You don't know how much you mean to me, sweetheart," he whispered to himself, his voice thick with emotion.
Meanwhile, far away in the shadowy corners of the kingdom, a man sat in solitude, his fingers brushing over the edges of a photograph.
His lips curled into a sinister smirk as he gazed at the image.
"Long time, princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with malice.
