Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 56

TAEHYUNG'S POV 
-AFTER A MONTH-

Today I was at home doing work from home ....sitting on the couch going through the recent project's detail send by my PA . I was doing my work quietly suddenly Y/N came towards me in her work outfit , I guess she just return from the firm my eyes lit up seeing her what before i could say anything she spoke " Yes mom I'll ask him " I knitted eyebrows ...then i noticed airpods . She asked me " mom is inviting us on the dinner tomorrow ....are you free " . After calculating ...i nodded my head . She retuned towards the call and said " after removing his cast we'll be there mom .... yes ...yes ...okay bye love ya " she ended the call 

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Y/N'S POV 

The hospital smelled too clean, like cold air and disinfectant, the kind of smell that settles into your clothes no matter how short the visit is. We'd been here so many times in the past few weeks, I could walk in with my eyes closed. But today felt different. Lighter. Taehyung was finally getting his cast removed.

He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, calm on the surface, but I knew him well enough by now to notice the tiny tells—the way his fingers kept twitching, the way his jaw tensed and relaxed like he was trying not to show he was nervous. I stood beside him quietly as the nurse prepped everything. When the saw buzzed to life, I instinctively placed a hand on his thigh. He didn't flinch. Just glanced at me and gave the smallest nod, like he knew I was there and that was enough.

Once the cast was off, he stretched his arm slowly, flexing his fingers like he was testing out a limb that had forgotten how to move. It looked a little thinner, paler, stiff. But he smiled. Just a little. "Feels weird," he mumbled, rotating his wrist.

"That's what you get for trying to lift like a superhero," I said, nudging him gently.

He shot me a side-eye, playful. "Still married me though."

"Unfortunately," I muttered, but the smile tugging at my lips gave me away. He laughed, that soft low sound that still made my heart flip in the dumbest ways.

After signing the final papers and saying goodbye to the nurse, we made our way to the car. I drove this time, no room for argument, even though he tried with a half-hearted "I'm fine now." His arm still moved a little too carefully for my liking. In the passenger seat, he rested back with a content sigh, glancing out the window while I kept sneaking looks at him at every red light.

"You okay?" I asked as the car slowed.

He turned toward me, eyes warm. "Better now."

That was it. Just those two words, but they landed somewhere deep in my chest.

By the time we reached home, the sun had started dipping low, casting long shadows across the floor. It was that slow part of the day—quiet, golden, the in-between. Taehyung threw himself onto the couch the second we walked in, arms stretched out like he hadn't just gotten his cast removed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't get too comfortable," I warned, dropping my bag near the table. "Dinner's in an hour."

"Do I have to actually dress up?" he called out from the couch, already sounding like he regretted asking the question.

I didn't answer right away. I was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing down my top, fixing a strand of hair that refused to stay in place. My earrings sat untouched on the dresser, and the lip tint I'd half-applied still waited to be finished. The day had been long, and it was already dipping into evening, that soft in-between where the sky turns gold and everything feels a little quieter.

"You can't go looking like you just rolled out of bed," I finally replied, loud enough for him to hear.

"I did not just roll out of bed," he protested.