One shots | Kim Taehyung

When you fear your husband | Part 1

In the soft glow of the kitchen's warm light, you stood, your fingers absentmindedly brushing over the delicate edges of the porcelain plates, the rhythmic clink of utensils a gentle echo in the quiet room.

The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air, yet your mind wandered far from the sizzling stove before you. Your thoughts were consumed by him-the man who had once seemed like a distant fantasy, a dangerous enigma, now forever entwined with your life.

Taehyung.

The name itself was enough to send a shiver down your spine, not from hatred, but from something far more complex-fear laced with an undeniable ache.

It wasn't just the whispers of his past, the mafia legacy that followed him like a shadow, nor the cold, unspoken power he commanded.

No, it was the quiet tenderness that he had shown in the beginning, the fleeting moments where his eyes softened as they met yours, that now haunted you.

You had always known that your families, bound by their power, had made this union inevitable. Your father's trust in Taehyung had been the seal of your fate, your safety locked within the fortress of a man who demanded respect, but never affection.

You had never expected love, but the distance, the silence-it was too much.

It had been four months. Four months of the same cold distance. You were a stranger in your own marriage, drifting like a leaf caught in the wind, avoiding his touch, his gaze.

Whenever he dared step closer, your heart would race, the fear squeezing your chest, and you would retreat-slipping away, hidden behind the excuse of needing air or space.

The very man who was supposed to be your companion, your protector, now felt like a towering figure you couldn't bear to approach.

You had learned, in these quiet months, how to live in his world without truly belonging in it.

His silence was a constant reminder of what was missing, what had never been allowed to bloom between you-the warmth of love, the connection of souls.

It was a marriage of duty, not desire, and you feared that this coldness would only grow.

But still, in the deepest corners of your heart, you could not ignore the pull. The pull of what could have been, of the man he might be if only there was space for love.

As you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel, your fingers brushed against the counter's cool surface, your heart a fluttering bird caught in a cage of uncertainty.

You closed your eyes for a moment, your thoughts drifting again to Taehyung. What if he could see you as more than just a role to fulfill? What if the man behind the mafia was still hidden beneath the cold mask he wore for the world?

But then you heard the creak of the door, the soft sound of footsteps that made your heart race. His presence filled the room like a storm, powerful and undeniable. And as you turned, your breath caught in your throat, your eyes locking with his.

He said nothing. Yet, in the stillness, everything was said.

And just like that, in the silent tension of a thousand unsaid words, you understood. You understood that the distance between you two wasn't just physical-it was an invisible barrier of fear, of hesitation, of waiting for the other to make the first move.

For a moment, time held its breath. Would this be the moment where things would change? Or would you both remain as distant as two stars in the vast sky, never touching, never truly meeting?

Your heart was heavy with longing, and yet, you couldn't let go of the fear that kept you rooted to the spot, unable to move towards him.

The silence stretched on, thick and consuming, but inside, you knew one thing for sure: you were both lost in this quiet dance of distance, and perhaps, in the end, it would be the fear that kept you from ever truly knowing each other.