My Treasure My Pleasure || kth ✔️

Chapter 15

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Taehyung paced back and forth, chewing the edge of his fingernails before you walk in the living room with a jar of ice cream on your hands. You smiled at your husband's mannerisms thinking he was so cute when he's somewhat nervous.

"What's wrong honey?" You ask mindfully.

He didn't hear you; he was in deep thought on how he will be able to explain everything that happened in these past months in just a few minutes. He couldn't believe it's happening. He will actually tell you and he doesn't know what would be your reaction. He predicted you would cry. And there was a high chance you wouldn't be angry at him but to feel sorry for him. You were clueless for him to sneak and lay with another woman. That's one hint he didn't like about himself neither this marriage. He married someone so loyal with such belief that she trusted a man who was full of filth in the inside.

He knew about the problems in a newly wedded couple. And he ought to stop going back to her when you bored him. He ponders every morning by the table across you. He never talks about anything but to check on his phone for a distraction and judge himself on what kind of husband he was to you. You underwent through many lonely times and he knew his wife would wait for him by his bed, desperate need of cuddles. But he didn't do it. He was afraid his filth can overtake your advantage and fool you like child.

At the back his mind, he always changes his moods and notices the erroneous things to fall in your arms again. He realizes why he comes back to you. He loves his wife more than his mistress. He had chosen treasure over pleasure. He cherishes his treasure because vows are meant to be kept like promises. And he promised you to be a loving husband and he will have to continue loving you til' death. Thus, he will face everything to you; even if it hurts you.

"Y/N." He spoke firm and unwavering. He turns his head to you as you tilt your head before sitting on the couch.

"Hmm?" You say, eating the last scoop chocolate ice cream with a piece of banana and strawberry. He beams at you while sitting next to you, leaving a few inches away. As soon as you were done, he places down the empty jar and faces you. He wipes the excess from your mouth with a towel, taking a deep breath.

You smile with concern. "What's the matter with you?"

"I love my wife, that's all." He says.

Your heart races, you haven't felt this way in a long time. "I love you too." You say back. "But seriously, what's wrong? You've been acting a little weird."

"What makes you say that?" He lifts a brow.

You pointed at the bags from Gucci with a receipt popping out. "You bought these for almost a billion." He chuckles before patting your head.

"That's for our babies." His hand pets your bump. "Plus, Namjoon can pay for all of that."

"Are you sure?" You ask.

"Listen," He cups your cheeks with both hands. "You don't have to worry about these things. That's for a dad to worry about. Your job is to deliver these babies to the world and create a family that we've always wanted." You always took his phrases positive. It was another thing he loves about you but never notices it.

Suddenly, his smile turned sad. "Y/N."

You smile calmly. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry." His eyes began to swell. "I'm sorry for not keeping my promise."

"What do you mean?"

"For loving you as a husband should do." He let of go his hands. "These months..I've always come home late, always skipping breakfast, ignoring you when you need your good morning kiss and good night cuddles."