His lethal love (21+) [Kth ff]

Chapter ~ 5

Inside the car, Guinevere buzzed with excitement as she animatedly recounted the details of her checkup. “Taehyung, the doctor said our baby is very healthy, and it’s growing well…” She leaned against his shoulder, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and longing. “I don’t want to know if it’s a boy or a girl yet. Do you prefer boys or girls?”

Her enthusiasm was palpable, but Taehyung’s response was anything but warm. He gripped her shoulder and pushed her away, creating a space between them that felt heavy with unspoken tension. “Sit properly. We’ll be departing soon,” he said curtly, his voice lacking the affection she craved.

Guinevere’s eyes twinkled momentarily before dimming, her smile faltering as she sensed the shift in his demeanor. “Taehyung, are you in a bad mood?” she asked hesitantly, her voice softer now. He had been unusually distant since earlier—no, to be precise, since he had divorced Yn. The weight of that decision hung over him like a storm cloud, casting a shadow on everything he once found joy in.

Though Taehyung was a man of few words, a fortress of emotional restraint, Guinevere’s intuition told her that something was amiss. She was adept at reading him, a skill honed by her love for him. With a worried expression, she pursed her lips, leaning slightly closer as if trying to bridge the gap he had created. “Taehyung, are you thinking about Yn?”

The name hung in the air between them, a sharp reminder of a past he seemed unable to escape. Guinevere’s heart raced as she awaited his response, feeling the tension coiling in the space around them. She knew that every moment spent lost in thought of Yn pulled him further away from her, and the realization sent a chill through her veins.

Taehyung abruptly lifted his head, his expression tightening as the tension in the car escalated. The veins on his temples throbbed visibly, a physical manifestation of the struggle he faced to suppress his emotions. After a long, charged silence, he forced the words out through clenched teeth, “Don’t mention her name.”

Guinevere opened her mouth, wanting to press further, but the severity in his tone silenced her. She caught the look of solemnity etched on his face, a stark contrast to the excited energy she had shown moments before. Instead of pursuing the conversation, she chose to swallow her turbulent emotions, feeling the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her heart.

“Alright, let’s not mention her anymore,” she said softly, her voice laced with determination. “Taehyung, let’s forget about the past and start over.”

Her words hung in the air, a fragile hope offered as a lifeline. She leaned in slightly, her eyes searching his, yearning for a flicker of acknowledgment or agreement. Despite the bitterness that lingered, Guinevere’s heart clung to the possibility of a fresh beginning, a chance to rewrite their narrative without the shadow of Yn looming over them. Yet as Taehyung remained silent, his gaze distant and unfocused, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the past had a hold on him that would not be easily broken.