One shots | Kim Taehyung

His son's mother

Taehyung pushed open the door to his home, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The scent of home—soft, familiar—washed over him as he stepped inside.

His bones ached from the endless hours of work, the weight of responsibility pressing on him like a constant shadow.

Yet, the moment his eyes landed on the small, bright living room, a wave of peace seemed to envelop him.

YeJoon, his one-year-old son, was on the floor, surrounded by colorful toys. His baby laughter filled the room, infectious and pure.

And there you were, kneeling beside him, gently clapping your hands as he tried to imitate you. Your face radiated a warmth that Taehyung hadn't known for a long time.

You were his wife—his second wife, the one who had come into his life under a storm of sadness, but the one who, unknowingly, had started to anchor him back to the world.

He stood frozen in the doorway, watching as you played with YeJoon. The sight of his son's laughter, so innocent, so carefree, made his heart soften, bringing a sense of peace he hadn't felt in months.

YeJoon's smile, so bright, filled the room with a lightness that seemed to heal a part of Taehyung's heart that had long been broken.

But then, his gaze shifted. It lingered on you—his wife, the woman who had quietly stepped into his life, filling a role that had once been so full of love and loss.

You were kneeling, your hair falling loosely around your face, as you cooed at YeJoon, making him giggle. Your smile was soft, gentle. Your love for his son was as clear as day.

And it was a love that, over the past nine months, had begun to stitch together the broken edges of Taehyung's heart.

You weren't just a woman he had married out of necessity. No, you were something more.

In your quiet strength, in the way you cared for YeJoon, Taehyung saw something beautiful—a grace that had been born out of pain, just like him.

Without realizing, his steps moved towards you. His heart was a storm of emotions—guilt, sorrow, longing—yet, there was also something tender, something soft that he hadn't allowed himself to feel for a long time.

Just as he was about to speak, you sensed his presence. Your eyes lifted, locking with his. The moment your gazes met, a rush of emotion surged through Taehyung.

His chest tightened, and for a fleeting moment, he forgot how to breathe.

He stood there, caught between the urge to speak and the ache in his heart that made words seem too fragile.

You smiled softly, but before you could say anything, Taehyung's face hardened. His gaze dropped, and with a quiet sigh, he turned and walked away, retreating into the solitude of their room.

"Taehyung..." you whispered, barely audible, but your words were lost in the distance between you two.

Inside the room, Taehyung closed the door behind him with a soft thud, his heart racing. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, memories, and unspoken words.

He slumped against the door for a moment, closing his eyes as if trying to escape the weight of his own emotions.

He loved Aera with all of himself. That love hadn't faded—it had been buried under the rubble of grief, of guilt. And yet, here you were, in his life, trying to fill the cracks that remained.

But how could he love you? How could he allow himself to feel the warmth that radiated from you?

He was a man broken by loss, a man too consumed by his own sorrow to allow himself the gift of new beginnings.