Six months had passed, and with each passing day, Jungkook began to believe that he was slowly but surely stitching Taehyung’s heart back together, piece by piece. He thought he was slowly earning back the trust, that the weight of the past was beginning to lift. There were days when everything seemed to be falling into place, when the laughter of their daughter and the warmth of Taehyung’s presence felt like the reassurance that they were healing. But as time went on, Jungkook started to notice the small, subtle differences that remained between them—differences that made him wonder if things were truly as healed as he had hoped.
Taehyung still spoke little. His words were rare, carefully chosen, and often guarded. He didn’t share his thoughts as freely as he once did, nor did he open up to Jungkook about the depths of his feelings the way he had before. Sometimes, it felt as though Taehyung was distancing himself, pulling away without meaning to. When Jungkook would speak, there were moments when Taehyung would simply ignore his words, lost in his own world or too consumed by something else. But no matter what, Taehyung never stopped caring. It was always in the way he looked at him, the way he silently took care of him, even in the smallest ways.
Jungkook had come to understand that Taehyung’s love wasn’t always loud. It wasn’t always announced with grand gestures or elaborate words. It wasn’t in the forceful embraces or promises spoken in passion. No, Taehyung’s love was quieter now, more subtle, woven into the fabric of everyday life in ways that Jungkook had once overlooked but now cherished deeply.
Whenever Jungkook felt the sharp pangs of pain or the fatigue that came with carrying their second child, Taehyung was there, silently but undeniably present. He wouldn’t say much, but his touch, his proximity, spoke volumes. He would pull Jungkook close to him, his arms wrapping around him gently yet firmly, creating a sense of safety in the silence. It wasn’t always a comforting word or a loving whisper—it was the way Taehyung held him, close enough that Jungkook could feel the warmth of his heartbeat, steady and unwavering. It was the way Taehyung would subtly inquire about his needs without being intrusive, asking, "Do you want something to eat?" but through Byeol, as if to give Jungkook the space to make the request without feeling like a burden.
And it wasn’t just the physical care. It was the little things—things Taehyung didn’t need to do but did anyway. After a long day, when Jungkook felt overwhelmed or just needed a little comfort, Taehyung would come home with little treats, sweet items that he had brought with the hope of lifting his spirits. The small cakes, the fruits, the teas—each one was a silent offering, a gentle reminder that Taehyung was always thinking of him, even in his quiet way. It wasn’t the grandest of gestures, but it was everything Jungkook needed, especially now, when the weight of pregnancy made him feel vulnerable and needy at times.
The baby was growing strong and healthy, and that, too, was a source of quiet pride for Taehyung. Even when he wasn’t saying much, his love for the unborn child was evident in the way he would pause and place his hand on Jungkook’s belly, feeling the small kicks and movements. His eyes would soften in a way that only Jungkook could truly understand, and in those moments, it felt like their entire world was centered around that tiny life they had created together.
Jungkook had come to love Taehyung’s subtlety. Where words failed, his actions spoke louder. He had learned to appreciate the quiet ways Taehyung showed his love—the soft brush of a hand on his back when the pain from his pregnancy hit, the way he would make sure Jungkook ate, the thoughtful gifts he brought home, the way Taehyung would check in on him, not with questions but with the simple act of showing up and offering a comforting presence.
As time passed, Jungkook began to realize that the silence between them wasn’t something to fear, but something to embrace. It was in those silences, in those quiet, intimate moments, that their bond was being reforged. Each small act of kindness, each thoughtful gesture, was a piece of a larger puzzle they were slowly putting together.
