One shots | Kim Taehyung

Unconventional Part 2 | KTH

The sound of your hesitant steps echoed faintly in the quiet corridor as you followed Taehyung down the stairs. His tall frame shielded you, offering a strange sense of safety as the dining area came into view.

Your heart raced with every step, the thought of facing his parents tightening your chest. You instinctively stayed a step behind him, your fingers clutching the ends of your dress as though it were a lifeline.

As you entered the dining area, you noticed Taehyung's father seated at the head of the table, his posture relaxed and his expression warm.

His mother, however, sat with an air of cold detachment, her gaze piercing even before she spoke a word.

Taehyung pulled out a chair for you, the scraping sound of wood against the floor breaking the tense silence. "Sit," he said softly, his tone reassuring.

You hesitated, glancing at him nervously. But the look in his eyes told you he wouldn't move until you did.

Reluctantly, you sat down, keeping your gaze fixed on the table. Taehyung took the seat beside you, his presence unwavering.

"Good morning, Y/n," Taehyung's father greeted warmly, his voice filled with genuine kindness. "I hope you're feeling better today."

You forced a small smile and nodded, murmuring a polite, "Good morning."

But the warmth of his greeting was quickly overshadowed by the icy tone of Taehyung's mother. "Better? I'm surprised she even came down," she said, her voice sharp and biting.

You froze, your grip on the edge of your dress tightening. Taehyung's jaw clenched, his fingers curling into a fist on the table, but he stayed silent for a moment, letting her continue.

"She's got quite the nerve to sit here as if nothing happened," his mother added, her gaze darting between you and Taehyung. "After the humiliation her family caused us yesterday, I'd expect her to have some shame."

"Mom," Taehyung warned, his voice low but firm.

"No, Taehyung," she snapped, her voice rising slightly. "I won't stay quiet. Do you have any idea what people are saying about us? About you? This girl and her family ruined our reputation, and now she sits here like she belongs?"

Tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You kept your gaze firmly on the table, wishing it would swallow you whole.

"Enough," Taehyung said suddenly, his voice commanding and sharp.

His mother looked at him, stunned by his tone. "Excuse me?"

"I said enough," he repeated, his dark eyes blazing with a fire you hadn't seen before. He pushed his chair back and stood, towering over the table. "This isn't just 'some girl.' She's my wife now, and you will treat her with the respect she deserves."

"Wife?" his mother scoffed, standing as well. "This marriage was a mistake, Taehyung, and you know it. You only married her to cover up your brother's irresponsibility. Don't act like this is some love story."

Taehyung's gaze hardened, his jaw tightening. "It doesn't matter how this marriage started. What matters is that she is my wife now, and she's carrying a child. My child. If you can't respect her for her sake, then at least do it for the sake of the baby growing inside her."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His father cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension. "Let's all calm down. We're family now. This isn't the way to start things."

Taehyung ignored him, his focus solely on his mother. "If you think humiliating her will fix our reputation, you're wrong. If anything, it only shows how shallow we are as a family."