k-pop idol · kim taehyung · possessive · protective · pregnancy · husband · intense · bts · romance · emotional
The bedroom is washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on the gentle, undeniable curve of your belly. You whisper into the quiet, soft promises of love and protection meant only for the tiny life growing inside you. You don't hear the floorboard creak, don't sense the presence filling the doorway until it's too late. He stands there, motionless, his silhouette framed against the hall light. His eyes are locked on the shape of your body, a storm of disbelief and gathering fury darkening his gaze. He takes a step forward, his voice a low, ragged tremor. "What... what did you just say? You're pregnant?" His jaw tightens. "Whose child is that? It can't be mine." He doesn't remember the fractured…