Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 70

The warm sea breeze brushed against my cheeks as our private jet descended over the endless blue of Jeju Island. I turned to Taehyung, who was already looking at me instead of the view, his eyes soft yet alert like he'd been scanning every small detail — my posture, my seatbelt, even whether I looked too tired. Sometimes his protectiveness felt too much, but lately... it made me melt more than anything.

Once we landed, Taehyung didn't even let me carry my handbag. "I'll do it," he said before I could protest, his tone firm but filled with care. The resort had already sent a car for us, and as we drove along the coast, I rested my head on his shoulder. The scent of his cologne mixed with the salty air — it was a strange comfort, the kind that made you forget the noise of the world.

Jeju was stunning — golden sands, the rhythmic sound of waves, and the distant laughter of tourists. After checking into the villa, we decided to take a quiet walk by the beach. My feet sank into the soft sand as I looked around, smiling at families playing, couples taking pictures. Taehyung stayed beside me, always just half a step closer than needed, as if shielding me from invisible dangers.

Later that day, we went out for a little shopping. I stopped at a small street stall selling hot tteokbokki — the spicy, rich aroma immediately made my stomach growl.
"Taehyung, let's get some," I said, tugging at his sleeve.

He frowned instantly, his expression changing like a switch had flipped. "Y/N, look at that oil... god, I don't even know which oil they're using. What if it's not clean? What if it upsets your stomach?"

"Taehyung," I laughed, "I'm pregnant, not made of glass."

He still looked unconvinced, squinting at the vendor like he was conducting an inspection. "That doesn't look healthy at all. The oil is reused — I can tell just by the color."

"Are you going to analyze it under a microscope next?" I teased, laughing harder when he sighed dramatically. But he still bought one portion and made me take only two bites while he ate the rest "for safety reasons."

The day drifted by softly — the kind of day that felt warm in your memory even as it was happening. That night, after dinner, I was sitting on the bed, rubbing my swollen feet absentmindedly. Taehyung came out of the shower, hair damp, shirt half-tucked, and without a word, sat down and gently pulled my legs onto his lap.

"Taehyung," I whispered, "you don't have to do this tonight. I know you're tired too."

He looked up, smiling faintly as his thumbs moved in slow, practiced circles over my skin. "If I stop, you won't sleep well. So, let me be the reason you rest peacefully, okay?"

Something about the softness in his tone made my chest tighten — the way he said it wasn't romantic or dramatic, but it carried the weight of love that didn't need proving. I leaned back on the pillow, watching him quietly, feeling my heart overflow with something I couldn't name.

The next morning, sunlight poured through the villa curtains, filling the room with warmth. We spent the day at another beach — quieter, with soft music from nearby cafes and the calm hum of waves. I lay back on the sand, head resting on Taehyung's arm as he drew lazy circles on my hand.

It was one of those rare moments when everything felt perfect — the kind of peace you crave your whole life. I turned to tell him something when a voice sliced through the calm.

"Hello my dear sister."

The familiarity of that mocking tone froze me. I turned my head sharply, and there he was — Xander, walking towards us, his hand linked with Song-hee's. Her smirk widened when our eyes met, and Xander's expression was laced with amusement, like he was enjoying a private joke.

Taehyung tensed beside me, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed at them. The golden afternoon light didn't dull the sudden heaviness in the air. Xander stopped a few feet away, lips curling. "Didn't expect to see the famous Kim couple here."

My heart pounded, not from fear but from the familiar surge of anger that came whenever those two appeared. I glanced at Taehyung — calm, composed, but his fingers had tightened around mine, silently promising that this time, no one would dare cross the line.

And as the waves crashed behind us, the peaceful Jeju breeze carried an invisible tension — one that whispered that this trip, which began with love, was about to take a turn neither of us saw coming.