𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 |•𝐤𝐭𝐡

Chapter 34

A beautiful shayari on the CHAPTER-

तेरी छूने भर से संवर जाता हूँ,
तेरी बातों में जैसे बिखर जाता हूँ।
मोहब्बत सिर्फ इश्क़ नहीं, एहसास भी है,
तेरी हर नज़र में मैं खुद को पाता हूँ। 🥹💗

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The hospital room was bathed in soft afternoon sunlight, casting a golden glow on everything inside. Taehyung was leaning back against the pillows, his hands resting on his lap, while Y/N sat beside him on the chair near the bed. The room was quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence-it was a comfortable one, where neither felt the need to fill the air with unnecessary words.

Y/N, however, seemed a little distracted.

Taehyung's sharp eyes caught how she was fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes lowered as if lost in thought. She wasn't nervous, but there was a certain shyness in her demeanor, like she wasn't used to sitting with him like this-peacefully, without any taunts or arguments.

A small smirk formed on his lips.

He knew exactly how to break this silence.

Without warning, he let out a sharp gasp and clutched his injured leg dramatically. "Ah! Ouch-Mrs. Kim, it hurts! My leg!"

Y/N's eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately got up. "W-What happened? Did you move it too much?"

Taehyung groaned exaggeratedly, his face twisting in fake pain. "I-I don't know! It suddenly started hurting so badly!"

Panic flashed in her eyes as she reached out, instinctively placing her hands on his knee, gently checking for any discomfort. "Oh my god, do I call the doctor? Are you okay?"

He let out another groan before blinking up at her, his lips twitching. "Wait... I think I know how to fix it."

Y/N gulped. "How?"

He slowly lifted his hand, placing it on top of hers.

"Your touch," he whispered, eyes gleaming mischievously. "It's magical. My pain is going away now."

Y/N blinked. Once. Twice.

Then, realization hit her.

Her worried expression turned into a deadpan look as she slowly removed her hand from under his. "Mr. Kim..."

Taehyung tilted his head innocently. "Yes, Mrs. Kim?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you-" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Are you serious?"

Taehyung bit his lip to keep from laughing, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Very serious, Mrs. Kim. I was in so much pain, but now that you touched me..." He placed a hand over his chest. "I feel healed. I think it's something.."

Y/N scoffed. "Something, my foot."

He gasped, clutching his heart dramatically. "Did you just reject my confession?"

She crossed her arms. "It wasn't a confession, Mr. Kim. It was a scam."

Taehyung let out a fake pained sigh. "Wow, Mrs. Kim. I thought you cared for me."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I do! But not when you're being dramatic just to hold my hand."

He smirked. "Caught me, huh?"

She shook her head, chuckling. "You're unbelievable."

"And yet, you married me," he shot back smoothly.