The FORCED MARRIAGE | KTH FF

Chapter 42

A beautiful poetry-

खामोश लफ्ज़, पर दिल चीखता है, 
तेरी हर सांस पर मेरा दिल धड़कता है। 
कहना तो था, पर हिम्मत नहीं हुई, 
तेरी हर ख़ुशी में मेरी दुनिया सिमटता है।  🖇️💗

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the hospital room’s curtains, gently rousing Y/N from her slumber. She rubbed her eyes groggily, a small yawn escaping her lips as she tried to shake off the sleepiness. As her senses returned, she became acutely aware of a warmth around her, a comforting yet unfamiliar weight holding her securely. 

Her breath hitched when she realized what it was—Taehyung's arms were firmly wrapped around her waist, his body pressed lightly against her back. She froze, her eyes wide, her heart thundering in her chest. She could feel his slow, steady breathing against her, and it made her cheeks flush a deep red. 

*What is happening?!* she thought, panicking silently. 

Carefully, she turned her head ever so slightly, her eyes landing on his peaceful face. His features were soft in the morning light, his hair slightly disheveled, making him look impossibly handsome. She stared at him longer than she intended, mesmerized by the calmness etched on his usually sharp features. 

“You shouldn’t stare at your own husband while he’s sleeping, Mrs. Kim,” a deep, husky voice suddenly broke the silence. 

Startled, she gasped and quickly turned her head away, her cheeks burning. “I-I wasn’t staring!” she stammered, looking everywhere but at him. 

Taehyung opened his eyes lazily, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in her flustered state. “Oh really? Then what were you doing?” 

“I...I was just...making sure you were okay!” she lied, still refusing to meet his gaze. 

He chuckled softly, his voice rich with amusement. “Is that so?” 

As he moved slightly, he suddenly became aware of his own hands—still securely around her waist. His teasing demeanor faltered as his heart skipped a beat, then began to race. His gaze shifted down to where his hands rested, and for a moment, he couldn’t move. 

*Why does this feel so natural?* he thought, his throat dry. 

Realizing the intimacy of their position, Taehyung immediately unwrapped his arms and sat up, his movements hurried. But as he did, a sharp pain shot through his leg, and he hissed, wincing. 

“Mr kim!” Y/N exclaimed, quickly turning toward him. She instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying him. “Are you okay? Be careful!” 

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though his face betrayed the discomfort he felt. 

“No, you’re not,” she said firmly, her brows furrowed in concern. She gently helped him sit up properly, her hands lingering on his shoulders for support. Their faces were close—closer than either of them had anticipated. 

Taehyung’s eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them grew heavy with an unspoken tension, their proximity making both their hearts race. Y/N’s hands trembled slightly, but she didn’t pull away. 

“Thank you,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to his lips for the briefest second before she quickly looked away, flustered. “It’s...it’s nothing,” she replied, her voice shaky.