One shots | Kim Taehyung

His son's mother | Part 4

The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The gentle rhythm of YeJoon's breath filled the space as he slept soundly beside you, his little hands tucked under his cheek.

Taehyung, already awake, was sitting at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixated on you and his son, a quiet smile playing on his lips.

As you stirred from your sleep, you met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace settle within you.

"Good morning," Taehyung whispered, his voice low and tender, as if not wanting to disturb the moment.

You smiled softly in return, your heart swelling at the sincerity in his tone. "Good morning," you replied, your voice still hushed with the remnants of sleep.

Taehyung slowly leaned forward and kissed the top of YeJoon's head, brushing a few strands of hair from his face. Then, with a quiet but purposeful movement, he turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination.

"I want to make today different," he said softly, his hand resting on the edge of the bed, just inches from yours. "I want to show you... that I'm here. I want to try—to be the husband you deserve."

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all the weight of the past few months seemed to lift. His words felt like a promise, fragile but real. It was the first time in a long time you had seen him so determined, so present.

"You don't have to try so hard," you whispered, but even as you said it, you knew he was already giving you something more than you had expected.

Taehyung didn't respond with words. Instead, he stood up and moved toward the kitchen. You heard the faint clink of dishes, followed by the sound of him rummaging around as he prepared breakfast.

The kitchen was filled with the scent of fresh coffee, eggs, and toast—a simple, comforting scene, but one that felt profoundly different from the usual silence.

Moments later, Taehyung appeared with a tray of food, his expression bright. "I thought you'd like some breakfast in bed today," he said, his eyes filled with warmth. "I wanted to take care of you... just like you take care of everything else."

You blinked in surprise as he placed the tray gently in front of you, his hands steady despite the small tremor of emotion that you noticed in his eyes.

He was trying, really trying, to make this work. To make you feel seen, to make you feel cherished.

As you reached for the fork, Taehyung hesitated for a moment, his voice breaking the silence. "How did I get so lucky, to have you in my life?" he murmured, his tone almost reverent. "I don't deserve you."

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his words. You wanted to say something—anything—to reassure him, but the words got caught in your throat.

You had never expected this, never anticipated that Taehyung would be so open, so willing to change.

"You're doing more than enough, Taehyung," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Just... just being here, being present, is all I ever needed."

He smiled softly, but the sadness in his eyes didn't fully fade. "I wish I could've been more present before," he said quietly, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. "But I wasn't. I let everything slip through my fingers... and I'm sorry."

You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in what felt like forever. His face was etched with exhaustion and regret, but underneath it all, there was a flicker of hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this could work.