One shots | Kim Taehyung

When you ruin your first night with him

When you ruin your first night with him

The weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders as he stepped into his new home. A broad, almost childlike grin split his face, revealing a flash of white teeth. His eyes, the windows to his soul, danced with an infectious joy, mirroring the carefree glee of the smile. It was a look of pure, unadulterated contentment.

His heart pounded like a drumbeat in his chest. This was it. The start of a new chapter. A chapter filled with promises, hopes, and dreams. It was more than happiness; it was an exhilarating rush, a symphony of emotions that defied description. He felt like he was floating on air, every fiber of his being vibrating with excitement.

His gaze traveled upwards, towards the room that held the key to his newfound bliss. A gentle anticipation filled him as he imagined her there, waiting. It was a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration, a cocktail of emotions that left him breathless.

A tender smile curved his lips as he thought about the day. It had been an arranged marriage, yes, but fate had played its hand beautifully. He'd found love where he least expected it.

The memory of their first meeting was still vivid. She'd been a delicate flower, hesitant to bloom. Her shyness had intrigued him, drawing him in rather than pushing him away. He'd seen a spark in her eyes, a flicker of something deep and profound, and he'd been determined to fan those embers into a flame.

He wanted to give her the world. To build a safe haven where she could blossom without fear. He would be her protector, her confidant, her lover. His heart swelled with a determination to make her the happiest woman alive.

Just as he was about to ascend the stairs, a sharp, insistent ring cut through the air. He fished his phone out of his pocket, a slight frown creasing his brow. Answering the call, he brought the device to his ear.

A burst of cheerful energy erupted from the other end of the line. "Taehyung..my boy," Jimin's voice, as bright and sunny as always, filled the room.

Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully. "Jimin, do you think it is the best time to call me?" His pout was evident even through the phone, a stark contrast to the joy that had been radiating from him moments ago.

Jimin's laughter echoed through the line. "Of course it is! See, it's your first night. So don't be too in rush. Take care of her well and don't break the bed," he teased, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

Taehyung's face flushed a deep crimson. "Shut up, Jimin. I know how to take care of my wife," he retorted, his voice laced with mock annoyance.

Jimin's laughter subsided. "I know, I know. I was just teasing you," he said, his tone softening. Taehyung let out a chuckle, the tension melting away.

"Bye. See you tomorrow," Taehyung said, a smile spreading across his face. With a final wave of his hand, he ended the call, the sound of Jimin's farewell fading into the background.

A renewed spring in his step, Taehyung bounded up the stairs, his boxy smile returning. Anticipation painted his face as he reached the door to their room.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. His eyes landed on you, a serene picture of beauty and tranquility. You lay sprawled on the bed, a perfect angel in your shimmering white wedding gown. A soft smile tugged at his lips. You must be exhausted from the day's festivities.

A tiny frown creased his forehead as he took in the sight of you still in your wedding attire. It was late, and the heavy fabric must be uncomfortable. Love and concern filled his heart as he gently closed the door behind him.