Forgotten Love (Kim Taehyung ff)

3.Two Years of Bliss

Chapter 3: Two Years of Bliss
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Harin's POV

Two years of marriage had passed in what felt like the blink of an eye, yet every day still felt like a new adventure with Taehyung. Our life together was filled with moments of pure joy—simple, everyday things that made our love grow deeper. I often found myself waking up early just to watch him sleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. There was something magical about the peace that settled between us in the quiet moments of our morning routine.

Today, I found myself in the kitchen, humming softly as I prepared breakfast. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over our cozy apartment. I loved this place—the warm colors, the familiar scent of coffee brewing in the mornings, the soft hum of Taehyung’s camera shutter whenever he found something beautiful to capture.

As I flipped pancakes on the stove, I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist from behind. Taehyung buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling my skin.

“Morning, beautiful,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

I smiled, leaning back into his embrace. “Good morning. You’re up early.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “How could I not be when I smell pancakes?”

I turned around in his arms to face him, my heart doing a familiar flip at the sight of his sleepy eyes and messy hair. Even after two years, just being near him made me feel like I was falling in love all over again.

“You spoil me,” he said, leaning down to steal a kiss before I could protest.

I swatted his chest playfully. “And you don’t?”

Taehyung grinned, his boxy smile lighting up the room. “Guilty as charged. But you deserve it.”

We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth, before the sound of the pancakes sizzling behind me snapped me back to reality.

“Go sit down,” I laughed, shooing him toward the table. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

He obeyed, grabbing the newspaper on the way, though I knew he wasn’t really reading it. He liked to pretend he was an old man on Sunday mornings, sipping his coffee and making small talk about the news, but his mind was always on something more creative—photography, art, music.

As I set the pancakes on the table, I caught him looking at me, his eyes soft with affection.

“What?” I asked, a playful smile on my lips.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

My heart swelled, and I sat down beside him, feeling the warmth of his words seep into me. “I’m the lucky one.”

We ate breakfast together, talking about our plans for the day. Taehyung had a photo shoot scheduled downtown, and I had a few deadlines to meet for an upcoming magazine article. Our lives were busy, but they were also full—full of laughter, love, and the shared understanding that we were building something beautiful together.

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Taehyung's POV

I always knew I was lucky to have Harin, but after two years of marriage, that feeling had only deepened. Every morning I woke up to her beside me, I was reminded of how much she had changed my life—how she brought a sense of calm and purpose that I hadn’t known I needed.