Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 77

The soft evening lights of the private hospital room painted everything in warm gold as Taehyung gently adjusted the blanket around Y/N. She was sitting against the headboard, looking so delicate yet so breathtaking that his heart clenched every time he looked at her. The twins were still in the NICU, monitors humming softly from the other side of the corridor, but for the first time in days, the room wasn't suffocating with fear. Instead, it carried a fragile warmth.

Taehyung leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, each kiss slow and lingering as if making sure she was really here, alive, breathing. "You look tired," he whispered against her lips.

"You look worse," Y/N murmured softly, cupping his jaw. His eyes were still slightly swollen from countless sleepless nights, the shadows underneath deeper and sharper. She traced the dark skin underneath his lashes gently. "Did you even sleep last night?"

A low hum left his chest. "I slept. For twenty minutes."

She gave him a look.

He kissed her again.

Just then, the door creaked and Jimin appeared with a bouquet of white peonies and a stupidly wide smile. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite couple."

Taehyung didn't even bother moving away from Y/N. He just raised an eyebrow. "You're loud."

"And you two are disgustingly in love," Jimin countered, dropping into the chair beside the bed. Then he looked at Y/N, eyes softening. "How are you feeling, doll?"

"Tired, but okay," she smiled weakly. "Thank you for coming."

Jimin nodded. "Of course. I had to see for myself that Taehyung didn't actually burn the entire island down."

Taehyung scoffed. "I would've, if anything happened to her."

Jimin glanced between them, shaking his head fondly. "He's been a nightmare the past month. Y/N, please heal quickly for all our sakes."

Y/N giggled, and Taehyung's eyes softened like melted caramel at the sound. When Jimin finally left after hours of talking and teasing, Taehyung locked the door and turned back to her. He climbed onto the bed carefully and pulled her into his arms like she was the one piece of peace left in his world. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his waist as he kissed her neck gently.

"Tae..." she breathed softly as he lifted her chin and kissed her again. Slow. Deep. Desperate. His hand slid into her hair, holding her close.

"I missed you," he whispered against her mouth. "Missed touching you. Missed hearing your voice. Missed kissing you." He kissed her again, slower this time, like a prayer. "I almost lost you. Let me hold you a little longer."

Her fingers curled into his shirt as he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in, his voice trembling. "I love you so much it scares me."

The next weeks blurred into a soft routine of NICU visits, pumping milk, sleepless nights, Taehyung feeding Y/N meals bite by bite, and tiny victories that made their hearts swell. It had been one month inside the hospital. Y/N was discharged two weeks ago but the twins were still fragile and the doctors insisted she stay in a room nearby to breastfeed them directly. Their parents had already returned home to handle their businesses but visited twice a week, bringing food, clothes, and endless love.

Each morning Taehyung woke before her, kissing her forehead and whispering good morning against her skin. Each night they fell asleep holding hands, listening to the soft beeps coming from the NICU hallway.

Finally, one month after the traumatic incident, the doctor walked into their room with a warm smile. "It's time. The twins are ready to be discharged."

Y/N gasped softly, covering her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. Taehyung froze like someone had just stabbed him with sunshine. "We can take them home?" he asked, voice trembling.

"Yes, but you must be extremely careful," the doctor warned. "Their immune system is still weak."

A nurse came forward and began her detailed instructions. She spent nearly an hour demonstrating everything — how to hold them safely, how to clean their umbilical cord areas, how to check their breathing, how to sanitize the bottles and pacifiers, how to handle sudden crying spells. Y/N listened attentively, repeating every movement. Taehyung stood behind her, hands around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder, memorizing every word like it was the law of the universe.

"Only mother's milk for now," the nurse insisted. "No visitors for two weeks. Constant skin-to-skin contact. And make sure to keep them warm."

Taehyung nodded seriously. "We'll be careful. I'm arranging our private jet. Y/N and the babies won't be stepping in the open even for a second."

When the nurse left, Y/N leaned into him and whispered, "I can't believe we're finally taking them home."

Taehyung kissed her temple. "They're safe because of you, angel."

Just then his phone rang. The Commissioner.

Taehyung stepped aside but kept his eyes on Y/N. "Kim Taehyung speaking."

"Good news," the Commissioner said. "Your wife is officially cleared. She's no longer a suspect."

Taehyung's entire body relaxed for the first time in weeks. "What changed?"

"We recovered a partial piece of the deleted footage. It shows an unknown figure tampering with the hallway camera. We still can't identify them, but at least it proves your wife was framed. And we found an eyewitness — a maid who saw Y/N enter the suite. Five minutes later, fake officers stormed in without knocking."

Taehyung's blood boiled. "So they were waiting for her."

"Exactly. Someone set a trap."

Taehyung hung up and went back to Y/N. He didn't tell her everything. Only kissed her forehead and said softly, "You're safe now. Legally, fully cleared. No one can point a finger at you again."

Y/N exhaled a heavy breath of relief, hugging him tightly.

While their small world was filled with relief and love, another world — far darker — existed miles away.

Inside Song-hee's mansion, she lay lazily on the couch, eating grapes like she was on vacation, not on the verge of being arrested. Her sister Aera stormed in, eyes blazing. "What did you do this time? Are you behind Xander's death?"

Song-hee smirked lazily. "If I say yes, what will you do, hmm?"

Aera's voice shook. "How can you be so cheap? So heartless? He was your fiancé—"

"He was a stepping stone," Song-hee snapped.

Aera recoiled. "You're disgusting."

Song-hee stood up abruptly, fury boiling. She lunged forward but froze when a heavy, cold voice thundered behind them.

"What did you say?"

Their father had arrived unexpectedly, tie loose, eyes red with failure and rage. His business trip had gone horribly and their company was dangling on the edge of bankruptcy. Now he heard his daughter's confession — the last hope he had was gone.

"You were supposed to marry him and save this family," he shouted. "Do you know what you've done? Do you know the fortune you destroyed? Lee Corporation, Vante Industries — all could've helped us. But you killed the only golden chance we had?"

She flinched when he grabbed her throat, choking her in blind rage. Aera screamed. Song-hee clawed at his wrist, gasping for air, and finally choked out, "Dad—stop—I'm pregnant!"

His grip dropped instantly.

He stared at her, stunned. "Whose child?"

Song-hee steadied her breathing, wiping her mouth.

"It's Xander's," she whispered.

Her father froze.