Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

PART -20

Author’s POV

They both heard a female voice. Taehyung growled, annoyed that their moment was ruined.

“Tae bear, open the door! See what I brought for you!” came Emma’s irritating voice.

She thought Y/N was living in the guest room like her. Mrs. Kim had told her Y/N would stay only as long as she wanted, so Emma assumed Taehyung was alone in his room. She took this chance to manipulate him against Y/N.

Y/N gritted her teeth in anger and stormed toward the door, but Taehyung caught her hand before she could touch the knob.

“Let her be. When she gets tired, she’ll leave,” he said, pulling her closer by the waist. “Now let’s continue what we left, sweetheart.”

He nuzzled his head into her neck and started leaving wet kisses there, planning to mark her again. But before his teeth could even touch her skin, Y/N pushed him back.

“No, I can’t ignore it! I know why she’s here. Let me handle that bitch,” she said, furious.

He tried to hold her again to avoid drama, knowing Y/N could handle herself—but if she did, Emma would probably be traumatized.

Before he realized it, Y/N had already opened the door. Unfortunately for him, his arms were still wrapped tightly around her waist, trying to stop her.

Emma froze when she saw them like that. Her eyes widened at the sight of Y/N’s neck covered in hickeys — given by her so-called “Tae bear.”

“What the hell are you doing in his room? And what is that on your neck?” she screamed, horrified — as if she caught him cheating.

“Can’t you see? It’s called a hickey. And for your kind information, this is our bedroom, not his. So, would you please get lost?” Y/N said with a proud smirk, not even bothering to cover it up.

Taehyung leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “That’s my girl,” before kissing the same hickey — right in front of Emma.

Before Emma could utter another word, Taehyung pulled Y/N backward and said, “Leave the trash outside, babe. Let’s continue what we left.” Then he slammed the door shut in Emma’s face.

He started kissing Y/N again, but she pushed him away. “Are you on your periods or something? Why are you so horny all of a sudden?” she blurted out.

She was tense about the situation, but her soon-to-be husband just wanted to hold her and forget everything.

He pouted like a child when she didn’t give him attention. It’s not always women who crave attention in a relationship — men have emotions too. Taehyung was clingy because deep down, he feared losing her after this whole misunderstanding.

But now, he felt guilty. Angry at himself for making her uncomfortable, for ruining the mood.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered softly.

Y/N’s heart broke at his voice. This wasn’t the fierce, confident Taehyung she first met.

She hugged him tightly without saying anything. The thought of separation alone brought tears to his eyes, and soon they started falling onto her shoulder.

She felt his tears and immediately cupped his face, lifting it from her neck to look at him. She wiped his cheeks gently.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. Please forgive me,” she said, resting her forehead against his.

“No, it’s not your fault. I just tried to lighten the mood, but I think it went wrong,” he whispered.

“Don’t say that,” she replied softly.

He held her hand and sighed. “Trust me, Y/N, I don’t know anything about her. She left Korea when I was thirteen. I don’t even know why she’s back — or why she’s acting like she owns me. My head’s bursting right now.”

Y/N began massaging his scalp to calm him down. They sat together in silence — not awkward, but peaceful.

Their moment was interrupted by Taehyung’s annoying phone ringtone.

“Why does this damn phone always have to disturb us?” Y/N muttered angrily.

“It’s your co-wife,” she added sarcastically.

Taehyung chuckled. “Say whatever you want, but don’t insult my phone,” he teased, earning a glare from her.

He picked up the call — it was his secretary reminding him about an upcoming meeting.

“Let’s go have dinner first,” Y/N said, making him stand up. “We shouldn’t take our anger out on food.”

“But I don’t want to face Emma,” he groaned.

They both went downstairs, thankfully finding no sign of Emma.

“I think she’s traumatized by your behavior,” Y/N whispered, giggling.

Taehyung’s heart melted at her laugh. Mrs. Kim mentioned that Emma wasn’t feeling well, and the four of them spent dinner talking and teasing each other. For a while, they forgot their problems and just enjoyed being together.

Because sometimes, it’s necessary to forget your worries and simply live the moment.

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Emma’s POV

I was fuming with anger. How dare that bitch steal my Tae bear from me! She must’ve done some kind of black magic on him.

How could he get engaged to her, knowing how much I love him? I refused to join dinner because I didn’t want to see anyone right now. Tears were falling on my bed, but I wiped them quickly.

“Emma, it’s not the time to cry,” I told myself. “You have to make Tae bear yours — and knock some sense into his brain!”

But my inner voice snapped back: “Yeah? You don’t even have a dick to fuck him with.”

I rolled my eyes, screaming into the pillow in frustration.

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Author’s POV

Later that night, Y/N and Taehyung returned to their shared bedroom. Taehyung dropped himself onto the bed, covering almost all of it.

Y/N poked him. “I think, mister, you forgot you have to share your bed.”

Taehyung rolled to one side lazily, then suddenly pulled her down into his arms. She didn’t even have time to react before he hugged her tightly like she was his pillow.

“What are you doing?” she protested, trying to breathe in his grip.

“I’m hugging my wife,” he murmured, nuzzling into her neck.

“No, I don’t wanna sleep like this. I’m not used to it,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered in his deep voice. “You’ll get used to it soon.”

“But—”

“Shh. Sleep,” he said, closing her eyes gently with his hand.

And for the first time in a while, the world outside their room didn’t matter.

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To Be Continued...
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