What would life be like if all the members of BTS were in relationships with black girls?
Interested in wholesome slice-of-life excerpts? This is for you!
*Each member is assigned an original character as their spouse/counterpart in these excerpts!*
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Taehyung stirs slightly when he hears his wife's alarm go off. He lifts his head, watching her sit up in bed. He croaks sleepily, rubbing his face and straining as he sat up as well, Hope shuffling her way over to the bathroom.
Taehyung stares in her direction sleepily, eyes squinted from sleep. He winced when the bathroom light glowed, and saw the angle of her reflection in the mirror from his perspective in bed as she got ready. He stayed quiet, curious as to why she was up so early.
Hope had told him the night prior that she had something to do, but with it being morning and his tendency to not listen to what she was saying, he missed a lot of things sometimes.
Hope walks back into their bedroom, opening up their closet. Taehyung frowns, stretching his long and slightly sore arms above his head, yawning as he did so. Hope finally noticed his sleepy form sat up in bed, and she looks back at him, her hand smoothing over her silk night gown, accentuating her small bump.
"Jagiya," he croaked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes so his vision could clear in the dim room. "What're you doing?"
She sighs, "Tae, I told you I have some errands to run this morning-"
"When'd you say that?" He couldn't recall, he furrowed his brows.
She rolls her eyes, "Last night? While you were watching tv?" She predicted he wouldn't remember, having been married to him for a few good years now.
He still didn't remember and it was evident on his face. "What about Taeyeon?" He wondered.
Hope scoffs to herself, "Are you not her father?" There was her morning sassiness, finally kicking in.
Taehyung sighs, he'd only watched their baby girl on his own a handful of times since he could get so busy. Other times he wasn't completely alone, sometimes Jimin and his son would accompany them because their wives had left the babies with them. Not to mention Minseon and Taeyeon were the same age. It was easier watching them together.
"Where are you going, anyway?" He asked her, stepping out of bed and straining as he stretched for the heavens.
"I have my appointment remember? And I haven't seen Joy and Hazel in a while." She explained. Taehyung pouts as he squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
"You're going to an appointment without me?"
"Tae," she sighed from the closet, "It has nothing to do with the baby. Remember when I was told about the placement of the placenta?" Ah, right, well he supposed he didn't have to be present for that, he'd just watch as another man stuck his hand up his wife's vagina, after all. But he still wanted to support her, he knew the experience wasn't comfortable to say the least.
"Well if I'm not there who's gonna hold your hand, baby?" He spoke, his mouth full of toothpaste.
"It's nothing I can't handle, okay, Tae?" She walks into the bathroom fully dressed, kissing his cheek. Taehyung wraps his arm around her before she can leave, telling her to wait so he could spit. Once his mouth was clean he pressed a kiss to her lips.
