Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 54

Y/N'S POV 

I was still confused like what the fuck he was doing here . Trust me i don't have great feeling about his arrival . Taehyung saw my distress , held my hand and gave it a light squeeze . I looked towards him " Don't overthink , it's not like you are thinking " he said in assuring tone . I gave him a tight lip smile . Sometimes I'm surprised how come this man knows everything about me and can sense my thoughts without me uttering a word .
I lean down and kissed his forehead......he closed his eyes and felt that 
I love you
I muttered softly  
I love you too .............he replied 

It still catches me off guard—how he just knows.

No questions. No searching glances. Just a quiet squeeze of my hand at the exact moment my thoughts begin to spiral.

I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. He felt it. Somehow, he always does.

There's a comfort in that... and a mystery too.

We've only been back in each other's lives for a few months. Married for two. And yet, he reads me like a language he's always known.

Maybe he has.

Our parents showed us those old photos not long ago—two messy-haired kids, hands sticky with ice cream, grinning like they had the world figured out. I'd forgotten all of it. So had he.

But maybe something stayed. Something buried deeper than memory. Muscle memory, maybe. Soul memory. Because even now, decades later, he still finds my hand when I need it most. And even without remembering everything, he sees me more clearly than anyone ever has.

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After two days 

Doc. gave Taehyung discharge but still he had a cast because they said it will take a month or half to heal to completely remove that cast . I held him and made him sit in the car . I turned and saw hospital staff came to see off us . We bow to each other in respect and I shook hands with doc . 

" Thank you so much doc " I express my gratitude .........." No it's our duty Mrs.kim" I gave them smile and slide into the car . 

" What took you so long ?" Taehyung asked and held her hand . I shook my head lightly and kissed his knuckles . 

We got home two hours ago. I told him to rest, but Taehyung being Taehyung, insisted he was fine.

That lasted all of five minutes.

He tried opening a water bottle with one hand and nearly sent the glass flying across the room. I didn't say anything—just walked over, took it gently from him, and placed it back on the table.

"Sit," I said quietly, crouching down to untie his shoes. "Let me take care of you."

He looked down at me with that soft, almost amused expression, like I was something delicate and fierce all at once. He didn't argue this time.

Lunch was next. I'd heated up some soup and rice, simple and warm, but the moment I placed the tray on the table, he gave me a look.

"I can eat by myself," he said, already reaching with the arm that was in a sling.

"Can you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," he muttered, trying to scoop up a bite with his non-dominant hand. The spoon tilted, soup nearly spilled, and he froze mid-air like a stubborn kid caught mid-mischief.

I said nothing. Just sat down beside him, took the spoon from his hand gently, and scooped some rice with a little broth.

He opened his mouth to protest again, but I raised the spoon in front of him.

"Say ah."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're enjoying this."

I gave him a sweet smile. "A little."

He held my gaze for a second, then sighed—defeated—and leaned forward, taking the bite. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll deny everything."

I giggled under my breath, feeding him another spoonful. "Your secret's safe with me."

It felt strangely intimate, this quiet domestic moment. His eyes never left mine, even when he chewed. Even when I wiped a drop of soup from the corner of his lip.

"Thanks," he murmured, softer this time." For what?"

"For knowing when not to listen to me." I didn't respond. I didn't need to. I just fed him another bite and tried not to melt under the weight of how easily he made me feel known.

Later, as I prepared the bathroom—warming the water, laying out a towel—I heard his voice behind me.

"Y/N," he called, voice smooth and teasing. "Come take a bath with me."

I turned around slowly, catching the grin on his face.

"You can't even move your arm properly," I deadpanned.

"Exactly," he said, stepping into the room like he had all the time in the world. "I need assistance. A beautiful wife."

"You're impossible."

"And yet," he said, stepping closer, "you haven't run away yet."

I tossed the towel at him. "You're lucky you're cute."

He caught it with one hand and winked.