It took them a total of four hours to reach their new place—their house, destined to become a home.

As they stepped inside, the once vacant space seemed to hum with the weight of their presence. Y/N’s eyes roamed the living room, her gaze trailing over every corner, every detail. From the open kitchen adjacent to the living room to the stairs leading to the first floor, she took it all in with rising curiosity. Her thoughts wandered as she studied the place she was about to share with her husband.

Taehyung, however, remained unusually quiet, the silence between them stretching thin. His sharp eyes lingered on her as she examined every nook and cranny with a kind of quiet fascination. Biting his lower lip, he chose not to disturb her, instead retreating toward the stairs without a word.

It wasn’t long before Y/N noticed his absence. Her head shot up, and she turned, catching sight of him already halfway up the staircase. Without thinking, she followed.

Her steps slowed as she entered his bedroom—a space that radiated an almost intimidating perfection. The white walls, reminiscent of a British aesthetic, felt both grand and serene. The bed, dressed in pristine milky-white sheets, sat in the center, flanked by tasteful furniture that whispered of wealth and classic taste.

Then, her eyes caught the walk-in closet glowing softly with golden lights. She stepped closer, momentarily awed by the precision of it all. Every item—from the meticulously arranged suits to the polished leather shoes—had its place, as though it had been curated for display.

It was just as Jimin and his mother had said: Taehyung was, without a doubt, a perfectionist. Everything in this room, from the decor to the smallest detail, seemed to demand admiration.

Y/N exhaled quietly, her gaze sweeping across the room one last time. This was going to be her new home—and her new reality.

Taehyung removed his white coat, exposing his broad back, which was damp with sweat. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly before she quickly looked away, her awkwardness evident. He draped the coat over the edge of the bed and turned, his gaze meeting hers. She stood near the opposite side of the bed, their eyes locking briefly. An unspoken awkwardness hung in the air, filling the room with a tense discomfort.

They were still strangers, brought together by circumstances, unsure of what came next.

“Your bags are there,” Taehyung said, gesturing to her three suitcases neatly placed in the corner. “I’ll empty one side of my closet for your things.” His voice was steady, though his movements betrayed a hint of nervousness. Without waiting for a reply, he walked to the large closet, rolling his sleeves up as he went.

Y/N gave a small nod and a polite smile, taking a seat on the bed. Her eyes wandered over the room’s details, her fingers instinctively reaching to turn on the lamp beside her. The soft pink glow it emitted instantly comforted her, a smile tugging at her lips.

So this is what my mom wanted my room to look like, she mused silently.

Taehyung returned, his arms full of neatly folded clothes, a pair of shoes, and a few bags, which he placed carefully at the corner of the bed. Their eyes met again, the charged silence growing heavier. Despite his efforts to appear composed, his subtle discomfort was evident.

Y/N wasn’t entirely at ease either—adjusting to a new place was daunting enough—but her unease didn’t stem from him. Taehyung, on the other hand, struggled with her proximity. He wasn’t used to women being this close, and the awareness made him slightly self-conscious. He was determined not to let his awkwardness show, nor did he want to make her feel uneasy.

He bit his lower lip briefly before speaking. “You must be tired,” he said, his tone polite yet hesitant. “The washroom is over there. You can go and change, and then sleep—whichever side of the bed you prefer.”

Y/N blinked at him, surprised by his formal demeanor, but nodded again. His behavior was curious, and she couldn’t quite place why he seemed so stiff.

“Taehyung?” she called, her voice soft. His head lifted at the sound of his name, his expression expectant.

“You live alone in this big house?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Don’t you get bored?”

His face remained unreadable as he sat at the edge of the bed. “It hasn’t been long since I moved here,” he admitted, his gaze drifting across the room. “And I only come here to sleep, so I’m not exactly attached to this place.”

Y/N tilted her head thoughtfully but didn’t push further. Instead, she stood and headed for the bathroom, mulling over his impassive words.

Taehyung watched her disappear behind the door, exhaling quietly. The tension in the room lessened, but the unfamiliarity between them lingered like a shadow.

As soon as Y/N disappeared into the bathroom, Taehyung let out a quiet huff, placing his hand over his left side as if trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. This was unfamiliar territory for him. He had faced countless boardrooms, hostile negotiations, and high-stakes deals without breaking a sweat, yet a single glance from her had him unraveling.

It was always the same with her. His heart raced every time she was near, a reaction he couldn’t quite control. Perhaps it was because she was the only woman in his life now, the one he’d vowed to share his future with. But there was something more—something about her that left him uncharacteristically silent whenever her gaze lingered on him.

Yet, for all his awkwardness around her, Taehyung couldn’t stand the idea of her speaking to another man. It made his chest tighten, a feeling he hated to admit even to himself. Poor Jimin had already been on the receiving end of his irritation more than once. His best friend had laughed it off, teasing Taehyung for being so possessive, but the truth was, Taehyung didn’t care to share her attention—not even for a second.

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. This wasn’t like him at all. She was his wife now, but the feelings she stirred in him were something entirely new. Unpredictable. And for someone like Taehyung, who thrived on control, that unpredictability was both thrilling and unnerving.

Shaking his head, he stood and adjusted his shirt sleeves, his expression settling back into a composed mask. By the time Y/N came out, he would be back to himself—or at least, that’s what he hoped.

After taking a quick shower, Y/N stepped back into the bedroom. Taehyung was still sitting in the same spot at the corner of the bed, unmoving. One thing she was beginning to notice about him was his remarkable constancy—his habit of staying in place, lost in thought.

He didn’t seem to notice her at first, his back turned as his gaze fixed on some distant point. Y/N walked over to her bags and unzipped one with purpose, pulling out her large, well-loved brown teddy bear. Of course, she had brought him—there were priorities, after all.

With the teddy cradled in her arms, she made her way to the bed and sat down, placing herself directly across from Taehyung. The movement caught his attention, and he turned his head slightly, finally noticing her.

His eyes flicked to her face, then down to the bear she was holding tightly, and then back up to her again. He didn’t say a word, but his expression said it all—a silent question radiated from his narrowed gaze, one brow slightly raised as though asking, Really?

Y/N tilted her head, amused by his unspoken disapproval, though she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she simply hugged the teddy closer, her lips quirking into the faintest of smiles. It was clear Taehyung wasn’t the type to voice such trivial thoughts, but his eyes betrayed his curiosity.

The quiet tension between them thickened, softened only by the absurdity of the situation—a stoic man and his wife, sitting on opposite ends of a pristine bed, with a giant teddy bear sitting smugly in the middle of it all.

Notes about Y/n:-
1)Y/n sleeps with a teddy bear.

Y/N placed the teddy bear in the center of the bed, patting its head lovingly. "He is Mr. Teddy," she announced, pointing to the plush figure that had already claimed its space between them. Her voice was casual, but there was a hint of playfulness in her tone.

"The love of my life," she added with a small smile, glancing at Taehyung. "He's always with me on the bed, so I hope you don’t have any issues with him."

Taehyung’s expression didn’t change—stoic as ever, mirroring the stuffed bear itself. He gave a small nod, not bothering to argue, and stood to head into the bathroom.

Once he disappeared, Y/N’s gaze wandered over the room, eventually landing on a small yellow chit resting on his side of the bed. Curiosity piqued, she crawled over and picked it up, squinting at the neat handwriting.

"As I said, your privacy will be respected. Sleep comfortably, I'll move to other room if you're uncomfortable. Feel yourself home."

- Taehyung

Y/N sneered, finding the note unexpectedly cute. “Are we going to make conversations with notes now?” she muttered to herself, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

When Taehyung emerged from the bathroom, his hair slightly damp and sleeves pushed up, he froze at the sight of Y/N already asleep under the big blanket. Her face, serene and chubby with sleep, made him pause. A small smile played on his lips—fleeting, almost imperceptible.

As he moved to grab his pillow, intending to head to the guest room, his eyes landed on the same yellow chit now lying openly on the bed. His brows furrowed as he picked it up and read the message scrawled in her handwriting:

"Taehyung, I am comfortable. And I don't have any problem with sharing a room and a bed with you, so you can sleep next to me and then, I'm a little scared to sleep alone in a new house hehe. Good night! ;⁠)

-Y/n..

He let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head as he folded the note. His gaze shifted to Mr. Teddy, now positioned snugly between them like some kind of unofficial chaperone. Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath before switching off the lights.

Grabbing a spare duvet, he settled onto his side of the bed. It wasn’t ideal, but for tonight, he supposed he could share his space—with both her and the "love of her life."

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Y/N stirred slightly, her body shifting as her senses began to pull her from sleep. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the soft morning light that spilled into their shared bedroom. Her vision remained blurred, still clouded with sleep, as she reached out instinctively to grab her phone from the bedside table.

The screen lit up, displaying a familiar wallpaper of Yoongi and the time: 8:17 a.m. Yawning, she placed the phone back and turned toward Taehyung’s side of the bed, fully expecting to see his broad back. But to her surprise, she was met with his face instead.

Taehyung lay sleeping soundly, his expression serene, unfazed by the world around him. There were no snores, no restless movements—just quiet, undisturbed sleep. He looked far different from the man she had seen so far: cold, composed, and often distant. Like this, he seemed softer—gentler, even.

For a moment, Y/N found herself unable to look away. She had never seen this side of Taehyung before, never expected to. But now that she had, she felt oddly captivated. A small grin tugged at her lips as she watched him, but it quickly vanished the instant his eyes fluttered open, startling her.

Their gazes locked, and for a few moments, neither of them moved, the air thick with awkwardness. It was as though time had paused, leaving them trapped in an unspoken staring contest.

And then, without warning, Y/N flicked her fingers against his forehead—a quick, mischievous motion—and bolted out of the bed before he could react.

Taehyung blinked, caught between confusion and mild irritation, his hand instinctively brushing over the spot she’d flicked. A soft groan escaped him as he turned to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling. What just happened?

"Ow!" Taehyung groaned, burying his face in the pillow to muffle the sting of the unexpected flick. His scowl deepened as confusion mixed with mild irritation. Why on earth would she do that first thing in the morning?

Meanwhile, Y/N had made a swift escape to the kitchen, desperate to avoid the awkwardness after her mischievous act. She busied herself preparing a cup of coffee, hoping it would calm her nerves.

As she sipped, the sound of slow footsteps echoed from the stairs, followed by the deep timbre of a man's voice. Taehyung appeared, descending the staircase while speaking into his phone. His attention was entirely consumed by the conversation, and he didn’t notice her standing in the kitchen.

Y/N's gaze instinctively traveled to him, taking in his relaxed demeanor and… his attire. She bit her lip, suppressing a chuckle. He was wearing the matching set of couple night suits—courtesy of his parents. She hadn’t expected him to wear it, assuming he would dismiss it as childish. Does he even realize he’s twinning with me right now? she wondered, amusement bubbling within her. Despite the hilarity of the situation, she had to admit he looked effortlessly cute.

Later, after freshening up, Y/N found herself standing in the middle of their bedroom, her eyes fixed on the wall above their bed. Her mouth fell slightly open as she took in the sight.

Photo frames lined the white wall, each one showcasing Taehyung in a way that could rival any Vogue model. Every image was distinct, yet they all carried the same piercing gaze, the same air of cold indifference. The flawless composition of each picture left her both bewildered and impressed.

She tilted her head, studying them closely. Does he always look this… intimidating? she thought. But even with those emotionless expressions, there was an undeniable allure about him—one that she couldn’t quite shake off.

"I wonder why there aren’t any high school or graduation pictures?" Y/N mused aloud, tapping her index finger on her chin while her arms remained folded. "Usually, people frame such memories. Like me!" she added, her tone playful as she compared Taehyung’s approach to hers.

Her gaze lingered on the wall filled with frames that showcased his sharp, modelesque looks. They were the kind of pictures that would leave most women weak in the knees, yet Y/N seemed immune, her focus elsewhere.

"And why is there space left between these frames? It’s like it’s waiting for more pictures," she muttered, tilting her head in curiosity. A sudden thought crossed her mind, and her face lit up. "Is this space for my pictures?" she whispered with a mix of excitement and disbelief.

But just as quickly as the thought delighted her, her face fell into a pout. Nah… Taehyung’s mom did say he doesn’t like sharing his stuff. I’m just being delusional, she thought, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"No, you’re not," came Taehyung’s deep voice from behind, startling her. He didn’t even glance her way, focused instead on adjusting his tie.

Y/N spun around to face him, clutching her chest in shock. Since the flicking incident that morning, she’d done everything she could to avoid him. And now here he was, standing in the same room, as calm and composed as ever.

Taehyung, meanwhile, didn’t appear fazed in the slightest. He moved with his usual grace, fixing his tie and preparing for work. However, the red mark on his forehead—her doing—was more than visible.

"Uh-oh," she murmured under her breath, biting her lower lip. Her mind raced. How did he even know what I was thinking?

“That space is for your pictures,” he said nonchalantly, spraying cologne. “You can frame them between mine.”

Her eyes widened at his words. The casual way he said it made her heart flutter, but she quickly masked her surprise, unsure how to react.

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Two months ago

"Would this pattern look good, or this one?" Taehyung muttered to himself, his sharp gaze shifting between the straight frame layout and the square one displayed on the wall in front of him. He tilted his head, deliberating. "No… I should go with the square pattern and leave gaps in between. That way, she can frame her pictures next to mine," he nodded to himself with a faint, one-second smile, proud of his decision.

“Hm, now it suits,” he grinned, admiring the arrangement as if it was already perfect. He pointed to the middle of the wall, his eyes gleaming with a rare softness. "Our pictures will be right here. And our wedding photo... right in the center."

His words hung in the air, carrying a sense of quiet anticipation as he visualized the wall filled with their shared memories.

Then, his attention turned to the rest of the room. "What color should I paint it?" he mumbled, scratching his hair in thought. “Salamander green with white wallpaper accents? No, too risky. Maybe all black—it keeps the vibe minimalistic. But... what if she hates dark colors?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

His gaze fell on the closet, and an idea sparked. “A walk-in closet,” he muttered, inspecting the space. "Half for me and half for her," he declared proudly, his chest puffing out slightly at the thought. But then, doubt crept in, and he nodded to himself thoughtfully. "What if she can’t fit all her stuff in here? Women usually have… a lot of things.”

The solution came to him instantly. "Alright… if that happens, I’ll build another walk-in closet for her. Problem solved." His shoulders relaxed, a subtle expression of relief crossing his face.

He scanned the room one last time, envisioning it all—the colors, the frames, the spaces, and the way it would all come together. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

"She’ll like it, right?" he whispered, a rare hint of nervousness in his tone.

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Present

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Taehyung apologized, his voice soft yet detached as he turned to leave the bedroom.

"Taehyung!" Y/n called out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Hm?" he hummed, turning back to face her.

She walked toward him with casual but determined steps, her 5'8 figure dwarfed by his tall and broad frame. Without a word, she grasped his arm gently, guiding him to sit on the nearby couch. Taehyung followed, albeit confused by her sudden actions.

As he settled down, Y/n stood before him, her gaze softening as she reached out. Her fingers traced over the faint red mark on his forehead—the result of her earlier impulsive flick. "Ow!" he winced slightly, more out of habit than real pain.

"I'm sorry," they both blurted out in unison.

A moment of silence passed before Y/n broke it with a puzzled expression. "What are you sorry for?"

"Um..." Taehyung bit his lower lip, suddenly self-conscious. "Well, I shouldn’t have opened my eyes so suddenly. You must’ve been... startled," he muttered, his gaze wandering, careful to avoid direct eye contact.

"Still, I’m more at fault. I shouldn’t have been staring at someone like that," she admitted with genuine concern.

“True,” he replied, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Hm?" She arched an eyebrow, not expecting such a direct retort.

"I can sense when someone’s looking at me," he added, his tone neutral but teasing. "It’s not very mannerly either."

"Do you have ADHD or something?" she asked, her face twisted in mock confusion.

"No! No way!" Taehyung nearly choked, his ears reddening at the unexpected question.

"Hehe, I was just kidding," Y/n giggled, finding humor in his exaggerated reaction. "But seriously, let me put something on your forehead before you leave. It looks bad," she added, turning toward the desk.

Before she could move far, Taehyung gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "You’re not going to use that Hello Kitty band-aid again, are you?" he asked warily, a hint of dread flashing in his eyes.

Y/n chuckled at his overreaction. "No, no. A band-aid isn’t going to help this time. I’ll just apply some ointment."

Taehyung immediately shook his head, his expression bordering on petulant. "I’m not putting sticky ointment on my face this early in the morning," he huffed, turning his head away dramatically.

"Fine, then how about a little makeup to cover it up?" she teased, leaning slightly closer.

He shot her a horrified look, shaking his head even more fervently. "Absolutely not."

Y/n let out an exaggerated huff, rolling her eyes at his stubbornness. "You’re impossible, you know that?" she muttered, crossing her arms.

"And yet, here we are," he replied smugly, a rare playful glint flashing in his otherwise serious gaze.

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Their night suits ⬇

(Picture credits to the respective owner on Pinterest 🎀)

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