BTS one shots

Cozy Weekend | Kim Taehyung

The first rays of the Saturday morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom walls. You stirred awake, cocooned in warmth-the embrace of Taehyung, your steadfast anchor. His strong yet tender arms wrapped around you, holding you close. His rhythmic, soft breathing brushed against your neck, a comforting reminder of his presence, like a whispered promise.

Taehyung, affectionately known as "Honey Bear," had always been your rock. His dark, curly hair fell in soft waves across his forehead, framing deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief and love. Even in slumber, his handsome features exuded serenity-a sanctuary you craved. The nickname had emerged organically, a fusion of his caring nature and the protective aura he enveloped you in-a bear's embrace, fierce yet gentle.

"Morning, my love," Taehyung murmured, his voice husky from sleep. He tightened his hold momentarily before releasing you and stretching languidly.

"Morning, Honey Bear," you replied, smiling as you turned to face him. His eyes, though still sleepy, held an affectionate glimmer.

"What's our plan for today?" Taehyung asked, propping himself up on one elbow, curiosity dancing in his gaze.

"How about a lazy weekend at home? We could cook breakfast together, watch movies, and just relax," you suggested, running your fingers through his messy hair.

"That sounds perfect, Peach," he agreed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The nickname "Peach" had come about because of your love for the fruit and your soft, rosy cheeks that Taehyung adored. It had stuck, becoming a term of endearment that never failed to make you smile.

Within the four walls of your bedroom, time stretched, and the world beyond faded-a canvas for your shared moments.

The sun's warmth lingered on your skin as you both slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath your feet. The wooden floorboards creaked softly as you padded toward the kitchen, hand in hand. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a comforting embrace that promised a delightful morning ahead.

Taehyung, sleeves rolled up and hair adorably tousled, moved with a quiet grace. He poured two mugs of steaming coffee, the ceramic handles warm against your palms. His grin was infectious as he leaned against the counter, eyes crinkling at the corners. "How about pancakes for breakfast?" he suggested, the morning light dancing in his eyes.

"Sounds good to me. You handle the batter, and I'll take care of the toppings," you said, tying your hair back and rolling up your sleeves.

As you worked together, the kitchen became a canvas of shared laughter and playful banter. Taehyung's goofy side shone through as he attempted to flip a pancake mid-air, only for it to land half off the pan.

"Nice try, Honey Bear," you teased, nudging him with your elbow. "But maybe stick to flipping with a spatula."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I think I'll leave the fancy tricks to the professionals."

Ah, the kitchen became a theater of mishaps and mirth! As Taehyung attempted his pancake acrobatics, one decided to stage a rebellion. It somersaulted off the pan, defying gravity, and landed with a dramatic flop. You both stared, wide-eyed, before dissolving into laughter.

"Taehyung, you've just invented the 'Pancake Dive'!" you declared, and he bowed, flour-dusted and grinning. In that sun-kissed kitchen, with flour-dusted cheeks and love brewing alongside the coffee, you both savored the simple joy of lazy Saturday mornings.

Your love story with Taehyung unfolded like a beautifully woven tapestry, each thread a blend of playful teasing and profound connection. From the serendipitous first meeting, the chemistry between you was palpable-a magnetic pull that defied logic. As the seasons turned, your love deepened, and three years ago, you exchanged vows, promising forever.