One shots | Kim Taehyung

Dancing in silence Part 6 | KTH

The soft morning light spilled into the room like melted honey, warming the sheets tangled around you. You stirred faintly, your cheek pressed to the gentle rise and fall of Taehyung's chest, your legs still tangled with his beneath the duvet.

The rhythm of his breathing lulled you deeper into a haze of comfort, his arms still wrapped around you like a cocoon—steady, warm, unshakably present.

Taehyung wasn't asleep. He hadn't been for a while.

His hand rested lightly on your waist, his thumb brushing slow, absent-minded circles along the fabric of your sleep shirt. His other hand cradled the back of your head, fingers threaded into your hair like he'd done it in his dreams.

His gaze traced the soft lines of your sleeping face—eyelashes that fluttered slightly, lips parted with innocent breath.

"You sleep like you trust the world," he murmured so quietly, only the silence heard him. "Or maybe... like you trust me."

Your brow twitched in your sleep, and his smile deepened, brushing the crown of your head with a kiss so light it could've been mistaken for a sigh.

You stirred then, slowly waking. Your hand moved over his chest instinctively, as if your body knew him before your mind did.

"Taehyung?" your voice came out like a whisper of silk.

"Good morning, sleepy flower," he teased, his voice raspy from sleep. "You plan on staying in my arms all day?"

You snuggled closer, your cheek pressing into him. "If the world allows it."

He chuckled low, deep in his chest. "I took today off. Thought I'd stay close. You have your exam tomorrow."

Your head lifted slightly to meet his eyes. "You really didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," he interrupted gently, his hand moving up to brush your cheek. "You matter more than any deal I'd sign today."

Your throat tightened, emotions flooding your chest too quickly for words. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone—just there, where his heart beat steady and true.

"Thank you," you whispered.

By midmorning, the two of you had shared a quiet breakfast—Taehyung insisting on feeding you a bite of every side dish while you glared at him through a smile. Afterward, he retreated to his study upstairs to retrieve a file, while you curled up in the living room with your notes, scribbling across the pages with focused intent.

The bell rang unexpectedly.

You glanced up, frowning in surprise. You weren't expecting anyone. Rising, you padded toward the door and opened it—and froze.

"Appa?" you blinked, then saw your mother beside him. "Eomma?"

They stepped in before you could speak again. Your mother's eyes swept the living room sharply, her mouth already pursed with disappointment.

"I hope you're not wasting time again, Y/N," she said immediately. "You know how important it is to be a good wife."

"I'm preparing for my exam tomorrow," you said carefully, setting your notebook aside. "And... I'm doing my best."

Your father scoffed, his eyes falling on the dance bag peeking out from beside the sofa. "What's this? You're still dancing?"

Your stomach sank. "Appa, it's not like before. I'm doing well in studies, too. It's helping me find balance—"

"You tricked him, didn't you?" your mother snapped. "We knew it. We knew someone like you would ruin your own chance at a respectful life. And now you're dragging Taehyung down with you."