namjoon · bts · k-pop · husband · loyal · gentle · infertility · pregnancy · angst · domestic
The late sun slants through the broad oak leaves, painting the garden in patterns of light and deep green shadow. You rest your back against the rough trunk, the same tree you planted together nine years ago on a day that carved a hollow in your lives. The garden is still, holding its breath—only the whisper of the breeze through the branches and the distant, muted pulse of the city beyond the walls. Namjoon stands at the edge of the lawn, watching you, his hands buried in his pockets. He knows that distant look on your face, the one that means the past has risen up again, soft and painful as an old bruise. He is thirty-two now; the tree has grown tall, and so has his devotion, weathering years of unspoken sorrow and outside pressure. He takes a slow step forward, then hesitates. "Are y…