Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

4.9

Y/N stood at a respectful distance, her heart heavy as she watched Taehyung kneel before the tombstones of his parents. The air was thick with unspoken words and the lingering presence of lost souls. Taehyung’s usually composed demeanor was shattered, his eyes brimming with tears as he spoke in a low, pained voice, each word soaked in years of longing, desperation, and grief. The white flowers in his hand trembled slightly before he placed them on the cold, unyielding concrete of their tomb.

It was their 24th death anniversary, a day that had haunted Taehyung for nearly a quarter of a century. Y/N had learned that he hadn’t visited their graves since the day of the funeral—a wound too deep to bear, a reality too cruel to face. She understood his pain, not entirely, but enough to know that the loss of someone dear is like a piece of one’s soul being ripped away.

She had insisted that he visit them, believing that perhaps it was time for him to let go of the past, to release the grip of sorrow that had bound him for so long. He had been hesitant, uncertain, but something in him had finally relented. Maybe he, too, had realized that holding on to the pain only deepened the wounds, that sometimes letting go is the only way to find peace.

As Taehyung sat there, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his grief, he turned to look at her. His tear-streaked eyes met hers, a silent plea for comfort, for understanding. His hand reached out, and with a gentle gesture, he beckoned her to come closer.

Y/N moved towards him, her own tears threatening to spill over as she knelt beside him, taking his hand in hers. She squeezed it gently, offering him the warmth and solace he so desperately needed. The wind whispered softly through the trees, carrying with it the unspoken words that neither of them could voice.

"Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love." She said softly, her eyes brimming with the tears and deep emotions.

Y/N turned to Taehyung, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of tears and warmth. She squeezed his hand gently, offering him a soft smile that seemed to bridge the gap between the living and the departed. "They must be so proud of the man you’ve become," she whispered, her voice tender and filled with certainty. "I know they’re happy together, watching over you."

Taehyung’s heart swelled with emotion, a profound sense of both sorrow and solace washing over him. Her words, simple yet deeply meaningful, pierced through the layers of grief he had built around himself. He nodded, his throat tight, unable to speak as the weight of her words settled in his chest.

With a gentle resolve, Y/N shifted her gaze towards the graves, her expression softening as she addressed the tombstones. "Mom, Dad," she began, her voice calm yet carrying the depth of her affection, "I’m Y/N, Taehyung’s wife, his life partner." Her smile widened, filled with warmth and sincerity. "I wanted to introduce myself to you, to let you know how much I love and care for him."

As she spoke, Y/N’s words flowed like a soothing balm over the wounds Taehyung had carried for so long. She talked about him with such admiration and love, describing how he had become the center of her world, how much he meant to her, and how she would stand by him, no matter what. "You don’t need to worry," she assured them, her voice unwavering. "I’m always here, by his side, and I’ll do everything I can to keep him happy."

Taehyung could do nothing but stare at her, his heart racing as he listened to her speak to his parents’ graves. There was something overwhelmingly intense about the moment, a mixture of grief and love that left him breathless. She was his anchor, the woman who had stepped into his life and brought light into the darkest corners of his heart.

The way she spoke to his parents, with such reverence and care, made his love for her grow even stronger. It was as if, in that moment, she had not only embraced him but had also embraced the ghosts of his past, accepting every part of him, including the pain he had carried for so long.