the knowing | kth. preview
→ summary: surrounded by signs- from every half-hearted "I love you" to the impregnating scent on his shirts- it becomes obvious. nevertheless, you can’t let him go just yet.
→ pair: taehyung x reader (female);
→ genre: angst, fluff, establish relationship, married couple, infidelity!au, divorce!au, eventual smut;
→ word count: 541;
→ warnings: infidelity, strong language, mentions of miscarriage;
→ author’s note: hi everyone. this is my first ever piece written, so please let me know what you think about it. also the one-shot itself has about 100 words written so it will take a while till i post it. writing is hard 🫶🏻 also inspired a bit by “the knowing” by the weeknd kisses
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“It tickles me.” A soft laugh escaped your lips while your husband continued to cover your face with vivid kisses. Your hands did not hesitate to move his head a bit to examine his allure while still playing with his messy hair.
“I let it grow a little. Should I shave it already?” he suggested blissfully. A hot shiver ran down your spine when your doting eyes met again that morning.
“You’re so hot like this. I can get used to it.” you never failed to compliment his new looks.
You always adored his spontaneity.
“Practice makes it perfect, doesn’t it?” he asked confidently, giving you a deeper kiss this time. You could swear he could hear the bass playing in your soul. He still had that effect on you.
“The exhibition starts in one hour”
"Stay!" he groaned sleepily, hugging you tighter into his muscular embrace as you were preparing to get up. With your head carefully placed on his bare chest, you were feeling inundated by his ambrosial, gentle scent- such a common and domestic feeling for you.
"You know I have to go." you sighed. With your apologetic eyes searching for his, making you already fight the need to leave your haven.
The curtains were moving quietly in the shivery breeze of April, sign that the window was left open overnight. Noticing that you were unquestionably disturbed by the cool temperature that overlaid the room, Taehyung covered you protectively with the wrinkled sheet that left your naked upper body victim of the cold.
He loved the scene in front of him: the adorable smile that appeared on your small lips when your skin made contact with the warmish material, your soft hair resting on his shoulder, your steady breath, and how your body was trying to get closer and closer to him. You were so delicate from his perspective, so angelic and precious. He had this profound want to keep protecting you. And no one could change that.
“They won’t even notice you’re late.” Taehyung insisted. “Plus, it’s Friday and I don’t work today.” Sometimes his determination amazed you.
“I organized it all. I can’t skip it like that.” you said under your breath. Taehyung seemed to understand when he smoothly loosened his secure hold, careful not to hurt you when he withdrew his arms.
“Five minutes. You can leave after. I promise”
You witnessed the change of scenery in your room, golden sunlight decorating your bedding with a minimalist pattern. The city had returned to life after a rainy spring night. The neon-colored digital screens adorning the towering buildings were analyzed by dozens of tired drivers who stopped at the traffic lights. At this hour, dark-suited men with square bags were racing across diagonal crosswalks for the first train to the city center. The pink cherry blossom gingerly painted the wet sidewalks. Brunette teenage girls with healthy long legs thrusting out from checkered skirts were rapidly walking to high school. The noise of the urban agglomeration fighting in a cold war with the peace that has swallowed you both.
“Baby, I will be late.”
And you left. Not knowing that maybe that tender morning was the beginning of your sour end. - in a way or another.
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