One shots | Kim Taehyung

His first love | Part 5 | KTH

Several months rolled down like a gentle breeze, each day bringing Taehyung closer to recovery. The exhaustion that once clung to him had faded, replaced by a newfound determination. Your presence was his constant source of motivation, a silent promise that he would walk beside you again, not just figuratively, but literally.

Gone were the days of him being confined to the bed. You'd begun with gentle stretching exercises, his muscles protesting initially before slowly regaining their strength. You were his cheerleader, his rock, your face lighting up with every milestone he achieved, no matter how small.

One sunny afternoon, you stood beside him in the living room, a determined glint in your eyes that mirrored his own. He gripped the parallel bars you'd set up, knuckles white with exertion. 

"Alright, Taehyung," you said, your voice a gentle mix of encouragement and instruction, "one foot in front of the other. Remember, slow and steady." 

He took a deep breath, his gaze locked on yours. You were his anchor, a steady force in the sea of uncertainty.  With a tentative shuffle, he lifted one leg, placing it a few inches forward. His body wobbled slightly, but his grip on the bars held firm. 

A smile bloomed across your face. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you praised, your voice brimming with pride. 

He managed a shaky smile back, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. "Just a few more to go," he mumbled, determination etched on his features. 

Each step was a victory, a testament to his will and your unwavering support. You were there to catch him if he stumbled, to celebrate every tiny triumph. As the days turned into weeks, the parallel bars became a crutch, then a supportive hand, and finally, a distant memory. 

One day, as you were putting away the physical therapy equipment, a hesitant voice stopped you.

"Y/N," Taehyung said, his voice filled with a nervous excitement, "think I can try walking without... anything?"

You turned to him, your heart swelling with a pride that threatened to burst.  A slow smile spread across your face. "I think you're ready, Taehyung," you replied, your voice thick with emotion. 

He reached out and took your hand, a familiar warmth flooding through him.  He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. You squeezed his hand gently, a silent promise of unwavering support. 

Then, with a tentative step, he lifted his foot and placed it forward. He wobbled slightly, but this time, he didn't reach for the support of the bars. He held your gaze, his determination unwavering. 

And then, another step. And another. 

His walk wasn't perfect, a slight limp still a reminder of the journey he'd been on. But with every step, his confidence grew, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of joy and relief blurring your vision. You had witnessed his struggle firsthand, the dark days when doubt threatened to consume him. But he had persevered, and in that moment, as he walked towards you, hand in hand, you knew that together, you could face anything.

Just as his gait faltered slightly, a wobble threatening to turn into a stumble, you were there in an instant. Your arms instinctively reached out, catching him before he could lose his balance. He leaned into your embrace, the warmth of your body a haven after his arduous journey.

Tears spilled freely now, dampening both your faces. You clung to him, overwhelmed by a kaleidoscope of emotions.  In that embrace, unspoken words of love and gratitude flowed freely.