k-pop idol · married life · father figure · judge · protective · gentle · family dynamics · domestic bliss · pregnancy
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and whispered silence, the only light a pale spill of moon through the curtains. It paints silver lines across the duvet where Taehyung lies beside you, his arm a familiar, solid weight around your shoulders, his other hand resting in a protective curve over the swell of your belly. The house holds its breath in sleep until a sound fractures the quiet: a small, trembling voice from the hallway. 'Mom… Dad…' The words hang, fragile and urgent, in the dark. Taehyung stirs, his eyes opening slowly to find yours. He says nothing, but his hand tightens gently over your stomach, and he is already turning toward the sound, his brow etched with concern. What is it, you?