𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟐: 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤

[Y/n's POV]

I slowly open my eyes, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. I take a moment to orient myself, realizing that I'm lying on a king-sized bed, the sheets tangled around me.

The events of last night come back to me, and I remember Taehyung, his protective grip on me, the way we make love with eachother and the way he took my breath away with his kisses.

I look beside me, expecting to see Taehyung's face, but the bed is empty. I sit up, a feeling of disappointment and abandonment washing over me. Did he left for meeting already?

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens, and Taehyung appears in the doorway, holding a tray of water.

"You're awake," he says, his voice and expression soft. He walks over to the bed and sets the tray down on the nightstand. "I brought water for you."

I suddenly realize that I'm only wearing his shirt and nothing else from last night, and I quickly pull the sheets up higher to cover myself.

Taehyung must've noticed my self-consciousness because he chuckles softly. "Don't be so modest, baby," he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I've seen you bare, remember?"

Heat rises to my cheeks, and I can't help but feel flustered under his intense gaze.

He reaches out and places a hand on my thigh, his touch gentle. "You look good in my shirt," he murmurs, his eyes raking over my form. "You always do."

I try to control my rapid heartbeat and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"T-Thank you," I mumble, avoiding his gaze. I pick up the glass from the tray and start drink, trying to act nonchalant. But Taehyung doesn't seem to buy it.

He watches me closely, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips but he just chuckled and peck my forehead. "I've made your favourite breakfast. Jimin and Yuna are waiting for you."

I sat up in bed, feeling excited at the thought of breakfast. But something seemed different about Taehyung this morning. He was acting...smug, almost. "You look really pleased with yourself," I said, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

He just shrugged, that same smirk still on his face. "Can't a guy be happy to make his girl breakfast?" he replied, feigning innocence.

I wasn't convinced. But before I could question him further, the smell of food wafted into the room and my stomach rumbled loudly.

Taehyung laughed at the sound, climbing out of bed. "Looks like someone's hungry," he teased, holding out a hand to me. "Come on, baby. Let's go eat."

I shook my head and got out of bed without taking his hand. He look at me confused as I just walked towards closet and took out a hoodie and sweatpants before looking back at him. "Let me get freshen up first. I'm still in your shirt."

He chuckled and nodded. "Okay, your highness." I gave him flying kiss and immediately walked towards washroom.
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After few minutes, I got out of washroom and took his hand. As we went downstairs and make out way towards the kitchen, a thought occurred to me. "Wait a minute, why do you sound so smug?" I asked, turning to look at him.

He pretended to think, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, but the smirk never left his face. "Hmmm, I'm not sure what you're talking about," he said, his tone far too casual to be believable.

"Taehyung."

"Baby."

I rolled my eyes, not buying his act for a second. "Uh huh."