One shots | Kim Taehyung

Unconventional Part 1 | KTH

The room was dimly lit, the golden hue of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. You sat silently on the edge of the bed, your hands instinctively resting on your swollen belly, a fragile connection to the life blossoming within.

Your fingertips traced slow, gentle circles, as if seeking solace from the child who had become your anchor amidst the chaos. Silent tears streaked your face, warm trails of heartbreak you couldn't hold back.

Your gaze, distant and unfocused, lingered on the small bump that symbolized both hope and despair.

You finally lifted your head, your watery eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. It wasn't yours-it was his.

The man who, just hours ago, had become your husband. Kim Taehyung.

A name that once felt distant and peripheral, now tethered to your destiny. He was a stranger in many ways, a figure in the background of your love story.

Yet, here you were, bound to him by vows spoken under the weight of broken promises.

The quiet creak of the door broke your reverie, the sound startling you. You stiffened, hurriedly brushing away the evidence of your vulnerability.

The soft footfalls behind you were measured, hesitant. He stood there, his presence heavy yet gentle, his shadow stretching towards you like an unspoken offering.

"Y/n," his voice called to you, low and tender, laced with an unspoken apology. You didn't turn. You couldn't. Facing him meant confronting the unbearable truth of the day.

"Go freshen up," he urged after a pause, his tone steady but cautious, as though afraid to push too hard. "We'll have dinner together."

"I'm not hungry," you murmured, your voice trembling, fragile like a thread threatening to snap.

He sighed, a soft sound that carried his own storm of emotions. "I know this situation isn't fair. None of this is," he admitted, his words raw with honesty. "But you can't neglect your health. Not yours... and not the baby's."

His gaze flickered downward, lingering for a fleeting moment on the curve of your belly before quickly looking away. The weight of those words crushed you, a fresh wave of tears pooling in your eyes.

"I'll bring the food here," he added, softer now, almost as if speaking to himself. "Please... change out of those clothes. I'll be back soon." And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone with the whirlwind of your thoughts.

The dam inside you broke, and you collapsed into yourself, your sobs muffled by the palms of your hands.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Kim Taehyung wasn't supposed to be your husband.

He was supposed to be your brother-in-law, the quiet elder sibling who stood in the shadow of his younger brother, Hanso. The man you loved. The man who had whispered dreams of forever into your ears.

The man who had given you a child but abandoned you at the altar.

The betrayal cut deeper than words could ever express. Hanso had run, choosing freedom over the weight of responsibility.

And Taehyung... Taehyung had stepped in, sacrificing his own life and dreams to shield you from shame, to give your child a name, a future.

Your heart ached with a storm of emotions-grief for what you had lost, gratitude for what Taehyung had done, and fear for what lay ahead. Could this stranger, with his quiet strength and guarded tenderness, ever fill the void left behind? Could you ever love him, trust him, after all that had been shattered?