Stuck With You || Kim Taehyung

Part 81

The morning after Song-hee and her father were jailed, a profound, eerie calm settled over the house. Y/N and Taehyung were finally alone in their bed, the quiet a welcome change from the past month's stress and the previous day's chaos.

Y/N was lying nestled in Taehyung's arms, tracing the lines of his jaw with her fingertip. "I can’t believe it's over," she whispered, her voice still raw with the shock of yesterday's revelations. "Xander... and Aera. It’s horrible. But at least they confessed. She and her father..."

Taehyung sighed, pulling her closer. "Yes. The police recorded everything she screamed in her rage. The whole truth is out now."

"But I still don't understand one thing,"  Y/N murmured. "The baby... she was pregnant, and she killed Xander because the child wasn't his. But who—"

Taehyung cut her off, his voice dropping to a low, grave tone. "She was pregnant, yes, but not with Xander's child. She was pregnant with her father's child."

Y/N instantly shot up in the bed, pulling away from his embrace. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with revulsion. "That is utterly disgusting! How could he—"

"Wait," Taehyung clarified, reaching out to gently guide her back down. "Y/N, she was not his biological daughter. She was adopted. Her father confessed everything when he was being arrested. He only saw her as a tool, an asset he raised to do his dirty work, and later, he used her."

Y/N slumped back against the pillows, even more shocked. "Adopted? The whole time? Oh, fuck..." The layers of betrayal and manipulation were staggering.

Taehyung pulled her head to rest on his chest, wrapping his strong arms and his long legs around her in a suffocating, possessive embrace, like an octopus claiming its treasure. Y/N couldn't help but giggle loudly at the thought, the dark mood finally dissipating in a wave of security and love.

"Ignore them now," Taehyung whispered into her hair. "They are gone from our lives. Let's focus on us. And them." He tilted his head towards the cribs.

They fell asleep like that, tangled together, sleeping a deep, restorative sleep free of impending threat.

They woke in the evening to the cheerful sound of their twins’ gurgles and coos. A quiet, heartfelt moment unfolded as they entered their routine. Taehyung changed Ethan, expertly navigating the snaps on his onesie while singing a silly nursery rhyme. Y/N picked up Eva, who was giggling at the sight of her mother.

They settled down in the armchair by the window. Y/N unbuttoned her nightgown to begin breastfeeding Eva. Ethan was settled in a cushioned cradle nearby. As Y/N held her daughter close, providing sustenance, she glanced up and saw Taehyung watching her intensely. His gaze was fixed not on her face, but on the exposed curve of her breast.

"What are you doing, you pervert?" she teased, a smile playing on her lips.

Taehyung didn't even pretend to be discreet. He leaned closer, his eyes shamelessly appreciative. "Your boobs got bigger, my love. They suit you."

He reached out a playful hand to touch her, but Y/N slapped his hand away mid-air with a swift motion. "Kids are here!" she whispered, nodding toward the nearby cradle.

He let out a soft groan of protest, then settled back, a deep, satisfied look on his face. "Okay. I will continue when the kids are asleep."

Y/N just shook her head, a smile she couldn't suppress curving her lips. "Shameless."

Later that night, the twins were finally asleep. Y/N and Taehyung were snuggled in bed once more, their bodies perfectly fitted together, bathed in the soft glow of their bedside lamp. They were both using their phones, enjoying the quiet time.

Y/N scrolled through Instagram, then nudged Taehyung with her elbow. "Look," she said, showing him a picture of a lavish wedding. "My school friend just got married."

Taehyung glanced down briefly, but his focus was immediately drawn back to his screen, where he was studying a volatile stock chart. "Nice," he said distractedly, without really looking.

Y/N frowned playfully. She snatched his phone from his hand and tossed it onto the bedside table. "Yah! Pay attention to me, Kim Taehyung!"

He looked at her, his expression instantly changing from corporate seriousness to gentle adoration. "I am, wifey. Always."

She took his hand, twining their fingers together. "If you remember, Kim Taehyung," she said, using his full name for emphasis, "we never had a proper wedding. We didn't have the big party, the white dress, the vows in front of everyone. Can you imagine?" she asked, her voice tinged with wistful longing.
Taehyung’s eyes softened, a thoughtful look replacing his teasing expression. He smoothed her hair back from her face.
"If you want, my love," he replied, his voice deep and sincere, "we can have a proper wedding. Now."

Y/N stared at him, her mouth slightly agape. "You... you agreed on the first go?"

A genuine, beautiful smile spread across his face. "Actually," he confessed, pulling her closer, "I was thinking about it too, for quite some time now. I was going to wait until you recovered fully, and then propose the idea to you. I want the whole world to celebrate us."

Y/N’s face lit up with radiant joy. She didn't hesitate this time. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

The kiss started with a surge of relief and happiness—a soft, grateful press of lips. It quickly deepened as their emotions overwhelmed them. Taehyung responded with instant heat, his hands moving to cup her face, tilting her head to maximize the intimacy. Their breaths hitched together as Y/N's tongue tentatively met his. It was a long, slow, consuming kiss, heavy with the weight of promises made and a future finally secured. It spoke less of lust and more of eternal devotion, a silent vow sealed by the warmth of their bodies and the joy of their shared life.