𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 |•𝐤𝐭𝐡

Chapter 41

Teraaa hone laga hoon...khone

lagaa hoon...jabse milaa hoon~ 😭💕

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Days had passed like years for Y/N. Every second felt heavier than the last as the absence of a certain someone lingered in her heart. It wasn't just that Taehyung was away-he was unreachable. His busy schedule had swallowed him whole, leaving no time for a simple call, a text, or even a sign that he missed her.

At first, she told herself she wouldn't care. He had left without much of a goodbye, and she wasn't the kind of wife to expect affection from him. At least, that's what she thought. But reality hits differently. Every night, she had slept alone, staring at the empty space beside her, hoping for a call that never came. And now, she has stopped hoping altogether.

It was just another day. Just another morning. Y/N busied herself in the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves as she focused on preparing breakfast. She hummed softly, completely unaware that the very man who had occupied her thoughts for days was now standing right behind her.

Taehyung's POV:

The flight had been exhausting, but the moment he stepped inside the mansion, all of his fatigue faded. His eyes instantly found her.

She was standing in the kitchen, completely oblivious to his presence. A soft hum escaped her lips as she focused on whatever she was cooking. He leaned against the wall for a second, admiring her. The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her lips slightly pouted when she concentrated-it was all too mesmerizing.

His lips curled into a mischievous smirk. He had an idea.

Silently, he moved behind her, his steps slow and deliberate. The scent of vanilla and something floral-her scent-filled his senses as he got closer.

Then, in one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

Y/N's POV:

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt strong arms encircle her. Her body froze, her breath hitching. Her hands, which were previously stirring something on the stove, trembled slightly.

Just as panic started to bubble up, a deep, husky voice whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"It's me."

Her stomach twisted, a thousand butterflies fluttering at once. His grip tightened, his body pressing against hers. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt his warmth seep into her skin.

"M-Mr kim..." she breathed, barely able to process the sudden intimacy.

Instead of answering, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. A soft hum of satisfaction vibrated against her skin. His breath was warm, tickling her slightly.

"You smell good," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion but laced with something else-something dangerously soft.

She swallowed, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. Was he always this affectionate? Or was she imagining things?

Her heart was betraying her, thumping so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

His arms remained firm around her waist, his fingers grazing the fabric of her shirt lazily. Why wasn't he letting go?

She bit her lip, trying to control the heat creeping up her cheeks.

"Mr kim... you should go freshen up," she whispered, attempting to ignore how her body was melting into his hold.