Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 80

The morning after the party, a gentle melancholy settled over the Kim residence. Mr. and Mrs. Lee prepared to leave, their hearts full, but their own home calling. They stood by the cot, showering their grandchildren with final kisses.

"Take care of her, my son," Mr. Lee said, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder.
"She doesn't need looking after, Father," Taehyung replied, pulling Y/N close. "We look after each other."

Mrs. Lee hugged Y/N tightly. "Call us every hour, darling. We are just two calls away." After a chorus of blessings and tearful goodbyes, the Lee couple departed, leaving the young family alone with the older Kims.

A comfortable, familiar teasing immediately started between the two generations. "Don't think just because you had two, we are done spoiling you," Mrs. Kim declared, giving Taehyung a sharp look. "We have two grandbabies now, and two new parents to train. You aren't going anywhere."

Mr. Kim smiled, leaning toward Y/N. "Ignore them. Just feed the babies and let your husband handle the rest. He needs the sleepless nights to build character."
The next few weeks fell into a surreal routine. Sleep became a luxury. The nights were a blur of hushed midnight feeds, diaper changes, and endless rocking.

Y/N woke one night, exhausted, to the sound of rhythmic shushing. She opened her eyes to see Taehyung, standing silently by the window with Eva resting on his shoulder, humming a deep, low melody. He turned and caught her gaze.
"Go back to sleep, wifey," he whispered, a loving shadow under his own eyes. "I've got the Eva shift."

In the mornings, while Mr. Kim went to the office, Mrs. Kim was their tireless guardian angel. She would whisk the twins away as soon as they were fed, allowing Taehyung and Y/N to catch a precious few hours of unbroken sleep.
"A good mother is a rested mother," Mrs. Kim would insist, standing guard over the nursery.

A month passed in this whirlwind of sleepless love. The five million won Taehyung had given Song-hee vanished faster than mist. It was a paltry sum compared to the demands of her opulent lifestyle and designer needs.

Song-hee's father, now frantic, gave her the inevitable order: go back to Y/N. Song-hee, however, felt a deep sense of shame and skepticism. Would she even be allowed through the door?

She was at an exclusive hotel, indulging in a luxurious spa treatment, debating her next desperate move. As she exited the spa, she saw a familiar figure entering one of the hotel's exclusive suites Jimin.

Jimin. Her ex-boyfriend. Her mind raced. With Xander gone and Jimin's wife, Ryujin, also deceased, a cold opportunity presented itself.

She walked straight to the reception desk. Through a skillful web of lies and manufactured panic, she convinced the receptionist that she had lost the master key to "her husband's suite—Mr. Park Jimin's," claiming he would be furious if she woke him. The receptionist, taken in by Song-hee’s frantic beauty, quickly handed over a duplicate key.

Song-hee slipped quietly into the master suite. Jimin was sitting on the counter near the mini-bar, his back to the door, pouring a drink. She walked towards him with calculated confidence.

Jimin must have felt her presence, for he turned sharply, his face instantly hardening into a mask of fury upon seeing her. He slammed his drink down. "How the hell did you get in here?"

Song-hee forced a remorseful expression. "Jimin, I know what I did in the past was wrong. Can't we just forget everything and start again? My fiancé and your wife are dead. Don't you think it's a sign from the universe that we were meant to be together?" She tried to move closer.
Jimin instantly raised a hand, stopping her advance. "Don't you dare take Ryujin's name from your filthy mouth. Just shut up and go away."