One shots | Kim Taehyung

When you fear your husband | Part 2

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, golden hue across the space. Taehyung sat on his side of the bed, his back against the headboard, fingers loosely intertwined as he stared at them in deep thought. The tension in the air was palpable, though it wasn't born of anger or frustration-it was the weight of unspoken words, the hope of something better.

When you entered the room, your steps were quiet, almost hesitant, as if unsure of your place in the sanctuary of the bedroom. You spared him a fleeting glance before moving toward your side of the bed. Sitting down, you began to pull the covers over your legs when his voice broke the silence.

"Y/N," he called softly, his tone careful, as though afraid to disturb the fragile peace.

You paused, turning your head to look at him. "Yes?"

Taehyung shifted slightly, his gaze meeting yours. There was something in his eyes-an unspoken vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. "Can we... talk for a moment?"

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "What is it?" you asked, your voice quieter than usual.

He took a deep breath, as if steadying himself, before speaking. "I've been thinking... about us. About how things have been between us."

Your heart tightened at his words, but you said nothing, letting him continue.

"I know I haven't made this easy for you," he began, his voice low and steady. "And I know I can be... intimidating. But I need you to know that's not what I want."

"What do you mean?" you asked softly, your eyes searching his face for answers.

Taehyung leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, his gaze never leaving yours. "I want us to be more than this. More than just two people sharing a house, sharing a life in name only."

You looked away, your heart racing. "Taehyung... I..."

He interrupted gently, sensing your hesitation. "I don't mean to push you, Y/N. I just want to understand. Is it something I've done? Or said? Why do you keep pulling away from me?"

Your throat felt dry, your emotions a tangled mess. "It's not that," you whispered. "It's just... I'm scared."

"Scared?" he echoed, his brows furrowing in concern. "Scared of what?"

You glanced at him, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. "Of you. Of this life. I don't know how to... how to be your wife, Taehyung. I don't know what you expect from me."

Taehyung's heart clenched at your words, a wave of guilt washing over him. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice full of emotion. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. I don't want you to feel like you have to meet some expectation. I just want... you."

Your breath hitched, his words catching you off guard. "But... you're-"

"A mafia leader?" he finished for you, his lips curling into a sad smile. "Yes, I am. But that's only one part of me, Y/N. When I'm with you, I'm just Taehyung. A man who's trying to figure out how to be the husband you deserve."

You stared at him, his words sinking into your heart. "But your world... it's dangerous. How can I-"

"Y/N," he interrupted gently, his eyes softening. "I would never let anything happen to you. You are the most important thing in my life. And if I've failed to show you that, then I'm sorry."

Silence fell between you for a moment, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. Finally, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to build something with you. Trust. A bond. Love. But I can't do it alone. I need you to meet me halfway."