Y/N-

As I opened my eyes to the morning light filtering in, I found myself in a room that, while familiar, felt entirely different now. It wasn't just any room—it was the place I'd slept on my first night as someone's wife. My eyes wandered to Taehyung beside me, lying peacefully asleep. His expression was so calm, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and I couldn't help but smile, too. I felt a mix of relief and gratitude as I thought about how he had handled everything last night. His kindness and respect for my feelings eased what had been an overwhelming day.

Wanting to avoid waking him up, I quietly climbed out of bed, carefully tiptoeing around to gather my things. The morning air was cool as I moved through the room, and I found myself feeling lighter. Maybe it was knowing that Taehyung truly cared about my comfort, or perhaps it was just a sense of calm after such an emotionally charged week. Either way, I felt... okay. Maybe even hopeful.

I grabbed my clothes from my luggage, thinking about the day ahead. My mind raced with the list of tasks waiting for us, as well as the little things I'd have to get used to now that my life had changed so suddenly. I slipped into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and took a long, deep breath. Looking into the mirror, I barely recognized myself; it felt like I had transformed overnight, but in a way that I couldn't quite explain. The reflection that looked back at me seemed calmer, a bit more grounded.

As I changed, I thought back to our conversation the night before. Sitting across from Taehyung, talking to him about life, about memories, about our shared dreams—it had felt more intimate than anything I could've imagined. There were no pretenses, no expectations—just two people trying to make sense of the situation, finding comfort in each other's presence. I realized then how lucky I was to have someone as understanding as him by my side. In just a few short hours, he'd made it clear that I could trust him. He'd shown me that he wasn't just my husband by arrangement but someone who cared genuinely for my well-being.

Once I was ready, I returned to the room quietly, intending to organize my things. The room felt cozy now, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over everything. As I placed a few belongings into drawers, I thought about how life would be like sharing this space with Taehyung.

Just as I was tidying up, Taehyung stirred, slowly opening his eyes. I froze, unsure whether to greet him or give him space to wake up fully. He blinked a few times, his gaze adjusting to the light, before noticing me. A smile crossed his face as he sat up, and there was something in his expression that made my heart feel strangely settled.

"Good morning," he said, his voice still soft with sleep.

"Good morning," I replied, feeling a bit shy now that we were face to face in the light of day. It was new, uncharted territory for us both.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, and his tone was warm, genuinely caring. There was none of the awkwardness I'd expected.

I nodded. "Yes, thank you. And... thank you for everything last night. I really appreciated it."

He shrugged casually, but there was a kindness in his eyes. "Of course. I wanted you to feel comfortable, Y/n. This is all new for me too, so... we're in it together, right?"

I smiled, feeling a bit braver now. "Yes, together."

We both paused, and there was a gentle understanding in the silence. I realized how natural it felt to talk to him like this, even about things that had felt so overwhelming before. Taehyung didn't push me for answers or expect more than I was willing to give, and that, in itself, put me at ease.

After we'd shared breakfast with his grandfather, who was beaming with pride and happiness, Taehyung and I made plans for the day. We had family members to greet, traditions to honor, and a home to start building together, even if we weren't quite sure what that meant yet. Despite the whirlwind of activities, I felt a certain peace, knowing that I wasn't alone in this.

By afternoon, we had a moment alone again. Taehyung suggested we take a walk around the property to clear our minds, and I happily agreed. As we strolled through the quiet garden, surrounded by soft, blooming flowers, he shared stories about his childhood, his hopes, and even his fears. I listened intently, feeling grateful for the glimpse into his life that he was offering me. It was in these small moments that I started to see the layers of who he was beyond the man I'd first met.

After a while, he looked over at me, his gaze thoughtful. "How are you really feeling about all this, Y/n? I know it's a lot to take in."

I hesitated, unsure of how to put my emotions into words. "I feel... grateful. Grateful that it's you by my side. I won't lie—I was scared about this marriage. It happened so quickly, and there was so much pressure. But knowing you're here, and that you're willing to give me the time I need, it... makes things easier."

Taehyung nodded, his expression serious. "I feel the same way. I never expected things to happen like this, but I believe we'll make it work. As long as we're honest with each other, I think we can build something meaningful."

Hearing him say that lifted a weight off my chest. It gave me hope that this marriage could become something real, not just for the sake of our families but for us, too.

As the day came to an end and we returned to the house, I felt different. My heart, which had once been filled with so many doubts, was now calm. I was ready to see where this path would lead. Taehyung had proven to be a person I could lean on, and I felt safe in his presence. This marriage, though unexpected, held the promise of something meaningful—a fresh start and perhaps even a future where love could bloom naturally over time.

That night, as we said goodnight and settled into our separate spaces again, I found myself feeling... content. I was glad I'd taken this step, glad I'd taken the chance. For the first time in a long time, I felt that maybe this was where I was meant to be.

TAEHYUNG-

As I woke up this morning, a calm sense of contentment washed over me. It's been a week since Y/n and I got married, and everything feels so... peaceful. I glanced over at her side of the room, noticing her things now mixed with mine, a reminder of the change that had taken place. And honestly, it's hard to believe that we're here—that she's here, beside me, as my wife. It's strange how life can take unexpected turns, bringing with it moments you never saw coming.

Seeing her become more comfortable with me over the last week has been a relief. At first, she seemed nervous, hesitant around me. She was polite but reserved, as if holding back, unsure of her place or what to expect. And I understood that—it's not easy to feel like yourself around someone, especially with the rapid way we found ourselves in this situation. But each day, I've seen her grow a little more at ease, sharing small smiles and little glances. It feels like we're finding a rhythm, slowly but surely.

Tomorrow, we'll both be going back to work, and the thought fills me with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Y/n and I have our own roles at the company, and now we'll be balancing that dynamic in both our professional and personal lives. I'm not sure what that will feel like yet, but I'm hopeful. It's a chance to see another side of her, and I'm looking forward to it.

As I went down for breakfast, I found her already sitting at the table, pouring tea and lost in her own thoughts. She looked up, giving me a smile that seemed genuine, warm, and inviting. It's these little moments that make me appreciate how far we've come in just a week. In some ways, it's like we've been building this connection from scratch. I'm grateful for it, and I think she feels the same.

As we ate, we talked about the day ahead and what preparations we'd need to make for tomorrow. It felt natural, like an easy conversation between friends, and that sense of ease is something I cherish. I want her to feel that way around me, without any pressure or expectations. I told her how our schedules might intersect at work, and how it might be strange to go back to being boss and assistant after everything that's happened. She laughed, her laughter light and genuine, saying it's something she's prepared for.

After breakfast, I took a walk around the house, finding myself thinking back to the journey that brought us here. I had admired her for a long time, quietly, from afar. She was focused, ambitious, and always put her heart into her work. There was a sincerity about her that I found refreshing and real, and I admired her strength and her kindness. When my grandfather had arranged the marriage proposal, I was shocked, and part of me feared that she might resent me for it. But she's been gracious, kind, and open to building something between us. It's more than I could've hoped for, and it leaves me feeling deeply grateful.

Later, we spent time together organizing a few things around the house. We moved through the tasks with a quiet harmony that surprised me. We exchanged thoughts on how things should be set up, laughing at small disagreements, like whether the books should be organized alphabetically or by genre. Moments like these made me realize that I want to make this place feel like a home for her, a place where she feels safe, comfortable, and welcome.

That night, as we settled down after dinner, I found myself wanting to know more about her. She'd opened up to me in little ways here and there, but there was so much more I wanted to understand. I asked her about her childhood, her favorite places, her dreams. Her face lit up as she talked about the small things—her favorite memories, places she'd visited, the hobbies she'd once had. Listening to her made me see a different side of her, one I hadn't known in our professional interactions.

We spoke for what felt like hours, and I could feel our connection deepening. She looked at me with an openness that hadn't been there before, and I hoped that maybe she was beginning to trust me. I wanted her to feel secure, to know that I would support her in whatever way she needed, whether as a friend, a partner, or simply someone she could count on.

The night passed, and as I watched her retreat to her room, I felt a quiet sense of contentment. Being here with her feels right. It's as if she was meant to be part of my life all along, and though it took time to get here, I'm grateful for every moment.

As I lay in bed, my mind drifted to the future. I found myself thinking of what our life could look like—where we might go, the experiences we might share, the memories we could create. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to think of what a real future with her might look like. It was a possibility that once seemed distant and impossible, but now it felt within reach.

I don't know where this path will lead us, but I know that with her by my side, I'm ready for whatever comes.

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