Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 59

AUTHOR'S POV 

The morning light crept into their bedroom, soft golden rays spilling across tangled sheets. The air was heavy with warmth, with the quiet scent of their shared night still lingering. Y/N stirred first, her face half-buried in the pillow, but Taehyung had already been awake — not because he couldn't sleep, but because he didn't want to waste even a second not watching her.

Her hair was messy, her lips slightly swollen, her bare shoulders peeking from beneath the blanket. How can she look so damn innocent after what she did to me last night? Tae thought with a smirk, tracing a finger down her arm just to see her shiver. She groaned, pulling the blanket up, but he leaned closer, his voice a husky tease against her ear. He reminded her of little fragments of the night before — how she clung to him, how her voice trembled, how she whispered his name like it was a prayer.

Her cheeks went crimson instantly. She pushed him away with a muffled "stop," hiding in the pillow, which only made him grin wider. God, I live for this. The way she blushes... like I'm her first sin and her favorite one too.

With deliberate mischief, he tossed the sheets aside and stood up, gloriously bare in the morning light. Y/N gasped, throwing the nearest pillow at him, eyes widening as he stretched shamelessly. "Kim Taehyung!" she hissed, her voice both scolding and flustered.

He only laughed, walked back to the bed, and before she could escape, he swept her up into his arms. Her squeal echoed as he carried her bridal style, naked against naked, into the washroom.

The sound of the shower filled the room, warm mist curling around them as he set her down gently. Water trickled down their bodies, blending heat with tenderness. He lathered shampoo into her hair, careful fingers massaging her scalp, his lips brushing against her shoulder in between. Sometimes he couldn't resist — a kiss at her neck, his hands sliding too slow over her waist, making her whimper his name. But even in the intimacy, his care showed: rinsing soap from her eyes, handing her a towel first, pressing a kiss to her temple. She doesn't know how much I love this — not the wild nights, but the mornings where I get to take care of her like she's my entire world.

Later, in the kitchen, Y/N sat on the counter wearing nothing but his oversized shirt, legs swinging lazily as she watched him cook. Tae hummed under his breath while flipping pancakes, sneaking glances at her every few seconds. She laughed when flour smudged his cheek, reaching out to wipe it with her thumb. He caught her wrist, kissed her palm, and went back to cooking with a boyish grin. If someone told me domestic life could feel like this... I'd never have believed them. But here I am, and I don't ever want it to end.

Two weeks slipped by in quiet bliss, but something was changing.

Y/N wasn't herself — her mornings were filled with nausea, her body more tired than usual. Taehyung noticed every little detail: the way she lost her appetite, the way she forced a smile when she caught him worrying. He tried not to hover, but it gnawed at him. She's hiding something. I know she is. And it scares me.

One afternoon, Y/N finally visited the doctor. Her hands trembled as she sat in the clinic, waiting for the words that could change everything. And when the doctor smiled and confirmed it — she was pregnant — her heart raced. Shock, fear, happiness, all tangled into one. She pressed her palm to her stomach, a secret blooming inside her, knowing she had to tell Tae but wanting to do it her way.

That evening, Taehyung returned home from work, loosening his tie, exhaustion visible on his face. Y/N greeted him softly, slipping his coat from his shoulders, fingers lingering as she carefully undid his tie.

But Tae's sharp eyes didn't miss the quietness in her. She's not her usual self. Something's wrong. Is she upset with me? Did something happen? He cupped her chin gently, his voice low with concern. "You're awfully quiet today... why?"

Her lips curved into a secretive smile. "I went to the doctor."

His brows furrowed instantly, panic flashing across his face. "What? Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay? Babe—"

She silenced him with a hand against his chest, rising on her toes until her lips brushed his ear. He froze, every nerve in his body on edge, waiting.

Her whisper was soft but heavy enough to shatter his world:
"She said... Kim Taehyung is going to be a dad."

The words hit him like a thunderclap, his heartbeat stopping, his thoughts scattering into silence. The world seemed to still around him — only her voice, her warmth, and the meaning of those words echoing in his mind.

And that was where the moment froze.