One shots | Kim Taehyung

Unconventional Part 3 | KTH

The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains as the day unfolded. After the peaceful walk with Taehyung the previous night, you'd finally felt a semblance of calm. Sleep had come easier, and for the first time in a while, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

By lunch, the quiet knock on your bedroom door startled you. Mr. Kim's warm voice followed, "Y/n, come downstairs. Lunch is ready."

His tone carried a kindness that reminded you of your own father. You quickly got up, smoothing your hair and stepping out of the room. As you entered the dining area, Mr. Kim was already seated, giving you an encouraging smile.

"Come, sit," he said, gesturing to the chair beside him.

You smiled faintly and sat down. Just as you were about to settle in, Mrs. Kim entered the room, her expression unusually soft. She wore an uncharacteristic smile, and you immediately felt on edge.

"Ah, Y/n," Mrs. Kim said warmly, her voice unusually sweet. "I wanted to talk to you."

You glanced at her cautiously. "Yes?"

She approached the table, placing a bowl of steaming soup in front of you. "I made this especially for you," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's full of nutrients-good for you and the baby."

Mr. Kim looked up, his brow furrowed in surprise. "You made this, darling?"

Mrs. Kim nodded, brushing off his surprise. "Of course. I've been thinking, and I realize I haven't been fair to Y/n. She's part of our family now, and it's time I started treating her that way."

You blinked, uncertain of how to respond. Her sudden change in demeanor felt too abrupt, too rehearsed. "Thank you," you murmured hesitantly, your fingers nervously twisting the edge of your napkin.

Mrs. Kim placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch light but insistent. "I mean it, Y/n. I want to make amends. Please, try the soup. It's made with love."

Mr. Kim, still surprised by his wife's sudden transformation, smiled at you encouragingly. "Go ahead, Y/n. It's nice to see her making an effort."

You hesitated, glancing between the two of them. Mrs. Kim's smile widened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she pushed the bowl closer. "Don't worry, dear. It's good for you."

Her insistence made you uneasy, but with Mr. Kim watching and her persistence, you didn't feel like you could refuse. Reluctantly, you picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"There," Mrs. Kim said, clapping her hands together softly. "Isn't it good?"

"It's... good," you said quietly, forcing a small smile.

Lunch continued, and Mr. Kim made every effort to keep the atmosphere light. He shared stories about Taehyung's childhood, anecdotes that made you smile despite your unease. "Did you know," he said with a chuckle, "Taehyung once tried to sell lemonade on the street, but instead of selling it, he ended up giving it all away for free?"

You smiled softly, imagining a younger version of your husband. "That sounds like him," you admitted, your voice carrying a hint of warmth.

Mrs. Kim watched you with a tight smile, her eyes flickering between you and her husband.

After the meal, you began to stand, ready to retreat to the safety of your room. But as you pushed your chair back, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. Your vision blurred, and your knees buckled.

"Y/n!" Mr. Kim's voice was filled with alarm as he caught you just before you hit the ground.

Mrs. Kim gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh dear! What happened? Is she alright?"