Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 66

Morning light spilled through the thin curtains, painting soft gold over the tangled sheets. Y/N blinked awake first, warmth pressing against her side, the steady rhythm of Taehyung's breathing brushing the back of her neck. His arm was slung lazily around her waist, hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her belly.

For a few seconds, she stayed still, just watching the way the sun caught in his hair  the same man who'd spent half the night murmuring reassurances into her skin, as if afraid the world would steal her away while he slept.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kim," came his sleepy voice, low and thick, the kind that always made her heart misbehave.

She turned in his arms, smiling softly. "Morning, Mr. Kim. You're up early."

He cracked one eye open, lips curving. "You think this is early? The babies were already having a midnight dance party. I'm just catching up."

She laughed quietly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his jawline. "You sure it's not you kicking in your sleep again?"

He gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? You're blaming me for their acrobatics now?"

"They take after you," she teased, shifting closer. "Restless, loud, dramatic."

He hummed in mock offense, tightening his arm around her. "I'll have you know, they're going to be quiet, graceful, and completely in love with their dad."

"Oh, absolutely," she said with feigned seriousness. "And their mom's the scary one, right?"

He grinned. "Scary? No. Irresistibly intimidating."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile stayed. "Keep flirting like that, and I'll let you handle diaper duty alone."

He laughed, brushing his lips against her forehead. "I'd still do it. Anything for you."

Taehyung eventually slipped out of bed, hair tousled, wearing nothing but sweatpants and a faint smirk. "Stay in bed, I'll make breakfast," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple before heading out.

Y/N sank back against the pillows, amused. "That's a disaster waiting to happen," she murmured to herself, though the sound of him bustling around the kitchen brought an easy calm to her chest.

Fifteen minutes later, she wandered out, a forgotten case file in hand — something she'd promised herself she'd finally review. But the sight that met her at the kitchen doorway derailed every logical thought:

Taehyung, shirtless, standing by the stove, spatula in one hand, phone cradled between his shoulder and ear, deep in conversation.

"Yeah, move the board meeting to next Tuesday," he said, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "And tell Minho I'll approve the new design once I've seen the projections."

Y/N blinked. Pancakes. Shirtless Taehyung. Business talk. Her husband was literally multitasking perfection — and she was supposed to concentrate on legal clauses? Impossible.

She sat at the counter, pretending to read the file, eyes betraying her every few seconds.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder and caught her staring. His mouth tugged upward in a half-smile. "You're supposed to be reading, love."

"I am," she said, voice too innocent.

He turned fully now, one brow arched. "What part of the file says 'watch your husband's back for twenty minutes straight'?"

Y/N coughed, flipping a page. "It's... the appendix section."

He chuckled and set a plate in front of her. "You're hopeless."

She smiled into her coffee. "Hopelessly in love, maybe."

"Good answer," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek before returning to his call.

By evening, the house was quiet again — just the faint hum of the television and the sound of Taehyung typing something into his laptop. He looked far too focused, brows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth.

Y/N, curious, tilted her head. "Who are you texting so seriously?"

He didn't look up. "Not texting. Searching."

"For?" she pressed, crossing her arms.

He finally turned the screen toward her, lips twitching. "Honeymoon destinations."

Her eyes widened. "You're what?"

"Bora Bora, Seychelles, Maldives," he listed casually, scrolling down the page. "Trying to see which one has the best private villas. I want to take you somewhere warm and quiet — where it's just us."

She blinked at him, half in disbelief, half choking on her sip of water. "Taehyung!"

He looked up, pretending innocence. "What? You said I could plan once the doctor allows travel."

"Yeah, but— Bora Bora?" She gawked. "You realize I'll be seven months pregnant by then?"

He shrugged, smirking. "Then we'll go somewhere closer. Maybe Jeju. As long as you're next to me, anywhere becomes a honeymoon."

"Cheesy," she said, but her cheeks betrayed her.

He stood, walking over to her, sliding his hands over her shoulders, voice dipping low near her ear. "Maybe. But admit it, you like it."

She turned to look up at him, eyes soft. "You're impossible."

"And you're mine," he said simply, kissing her forehead.

Y/N sighed, pretending exasperation while secretly melting. "Fine, Mr. Kim. Plan your extravagant island fantasy. But you're the one explaining to airport security why your pregnant wife is waddling through customs."

He grinned. "Deal. I'll carry you if I have to."

She rolled her eyes again, unable to stop the laugh that followed. "Of course you will."

He brushed his thumb along her jaw, eyes lingering. "You know, if staring at you was a full-time job, I'd quit everything else."

She looked at him for a long second, the flirtation softening into something deeper  a quiet understanding, the kind that made her heart ache in the sweetest way.

"Don't you dare," she whispered. "Just stay."

He nodded, forehead touching hers. "Always."

The evening settled around them like a promise — soft, golden, unhurried — as if the world had paused just to let them breathe.

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