A Love so far (Taehyung ff)

44) Care

Taehyung stepped out of his room and into the silent hallway, the only sound being the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet. He moved with a sense of purpose, his heart heavy with regret and longing. He stopped in front of Yn's door, hesitating for a moment before pushing it open.
The sight that greeted him broke his heart. Yn lay on the floor, her small body curled up and her face stained with tears. Her eyes, usually bright and full of life, were sunken and red from crying. Taehyung felt a pang of guilt and sorrow, realizing too late the pain he had caused her.
He stood there, frozen in the doorway, as he took in the sight of Yn's fragile form. He wanted to reach out, to comfort her and tell her how sorry he was, but his pride and fear held him back. Instead, he simply stood there, his heart shattering into a million pieces as he gazed upon the damage he had done.

Taehyung gently scooped up Yn's fragile form and cradled her in his arms, laying her down on the bed with utmost care. He kissed her forehead, knowing she wouldn't stir, exhausted from her emotional turmoil. As he gazed at her peaceful face, tears began to fall from his eyes, mingling with the ones she had cried earlier.

He lay down beside her, holding her close, and felt the weight of their crumbling relationship bearing down on him. He wanted to make everything right, to erase the pain he had caused, but it seemed like the universe was conspiring against them. Every attempt he made to bridge the gap was met with resistance, and it only fueled his anger.
As he held Yn, he felt his emotions reaching a boiling point. He was angry at himself for his cruelty, angry at the circumstances that had led them here, and angry at the helplessness that had consumed him. He wanted to scream, to shatter the walls that had risen between them, but all he could do was hold her and weep.
In that moment, Taehyung realized that his anger was not just about their relationship but about his own inability to confront his demons and be the husband Yn deserved. He felt trapped, and the tears he shed were a testament to his despair.

Amidst the turmoil, one truth shone bright: their relationship was crumbling, but their love was growing. Taehyung's tears, Yn's heartache, and their shared pain were all testaments to the depth of their emotions. Despite the hurt and anger, they couldn't deny the love that had taken root in their hearts. It was a fragile, vulnerable thing, but it was there, waiting to be nurtured. As they lay together, broken and bruised, their love whispered softly, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that surrounded them. It was a glimmer of hope, a chance for redemption and healing.

Taehyung held Yn close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as they slept through the night. Despite the turmoil that had ravaged their relationship, in that moment, they found solace in each other's presence. Taehyung's grip on Yn never faltered, as if he feared letting her go would mean losing her forever. Yn, exhausted from her emotional ordeal, slept soundly, her body relaxed in Taehyung's embrace. As the night wore on, their breathing synchronized, their hearts beating as one, a testament to the love that still lingered between them. Morning light crept in, casting a warm glow on the fragile pair.

As morning dawned, Taehyung gently extricated himself from Yn's side, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, his eyes lingering on her serene face. With a heavy heart, he rose from the bed and made his way to his own room, leaving Yn to wake up alone. The weight of their unresolved issues and his own emotional turmoil settled upon him like a shroud. He closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing through the silence, a reminder of the distance growing between them.
Yn slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her surroundings. Her gaze fell upon the empty space beside her, where Taehyung had lain just hours before. She sat up, rubbing her temples, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue. Her eyes still felt puffy and tender from the previous night's tears.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet firmly on the ground, as if anchoring herself to reality. With a quiet sigh, she stood up and began to make her way to the bathroom to freshen up.
Just as she was splashing water on her face, she heard a gentle knock on the door. "Yn, breakfast is ready," Mia called out softly. Yn smiled weakly, grateful for the kindly housekeeper's concern. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead, and made her way to the dining room, wondering what the day would bring for her and Taehyung.