THE UNKNOWN STALKER PART 44....
the_seven_signs
4 1/2 months since the mairrage-
Y/N sat on the floor of the living room, surrounded by a group of energetic kids. Their laughter and playful chatter filled the air as they engaged in various games and activities. Jisyoung and Soojin, Y/N's two best friends, were busy keeping an eye on the little ones, making sure everyone was safe and having fun.
In the midst of the chaos, Y/N couldn't help but notice Nari, Jimin's adorable 5-year-old nephew. Nari had been coming to their babysitting sessions for a month now, and she had quickly become a beloved member of the group. Y/N found her to be incredibly admirable, especially considering her young age.
Y/N watched as Nari carefully arranged colorful fabric swatches on a mini runway, her eyes shining with excitement. Jisyoung, who was sitting next to Y/N, glanced over and smiled. "Nari seems to have quite the fashion sense, doesn't she?"
Soojin, who was busy playing with one of the younger children, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely! She's always so creative with her outfits, even at such a young age. It's impressive."
Y/N smiled and joined the conversation, shifting closer to Jisyoung and Soojin. "I couldn't agree more. Nari has a natural talent for fashion. Just look at how she matches those fabrics and creates her own little runway show. She's like a little fashion designer in the making!"
Jisyoung chuckled. "You're right, Y/N. Nari's enthusiasm for fashion is contagious. Who knows, maybe one day she'll be a famous fashion designer!"
Soojin nodded and pointed to one of the fabric swatches. "And look at that combination! I would have never thought to pair those colors, but Nari makes it work. She's got an eye for design."
Y/N turned her attention back to Nari, who was now twirling around in her makeshift runway, showcasing her creations with pride. "Nari, you're amazing! You have such great style and creativity. You're going to be a fantastic fashion designer someday."
Nari's face lit up with joy, and she twirled even faster. "Thank you, Y/N unnie! I love making pretty clothes. Maybe one day I'll have my own fashion show!"
Jisyoung and Soojin applauded, joining in the excitement. "We'll be there front row, cheering you on!" Jisyoung exclaimed.
Soojin added, "And we'll be your biggest fans, Nari! You'll have your own team of stylists and models."
Nari's giggles filled the room as she continued her mini fashion show, her dreams soaring high.
The evening sun cast a warm glow in the now empty living room. All the kids had gone home, except for Nari, who was happily engrossed in her toys. Jisyoung and Soojin had already bid their farewells, leaving Y/N and Nari alone.
As the doorbell rang, Y/N walked towards it, a smile forming on her face as she opened the door to find Jimin standing there. They greeted each other warmly, and Y/N couldn't help but notice the slight worry in Jimin's eyes.
"Hey, Jimin. You're a little late today," Y/N said with a gentle smile.
Jimin sighed, his gaze shifting towards Nari, who was still playing with her toys. "Yeah, I got held up at work. I'm sorry for the delay."
Y/N reassured him, "Oh, it's not a problem at all. Nari's been having a great time here, so she doesn't mind."
Jimin's eyes softened as he watched Nari happily occupied with her toys. "She always enjoys her time with you, Y/N. Thank you for taking care of her."
Y/N nodded, understanding the bond between them. "Of course, she's a joy to have around. But it seems Nari doesn't want to leave just yet. She's having too much fun."
Jimin chuckled and looked at Nari. "Nari, it's time to go home now, sweetheart."
Nari looked up at Jimin with pleading eyes. "Uncle Jimin, can't we stay a little longer? I want to play more."
Jimin hesitated for a moment, then gave in to her innocent request. "Alright, a little more playtime won't hurt. Thank you, Y/N, for understanding."
Y/N smiled warmly and invited Jimin inside. "Why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee while Nari plays? It'll give you a chance to relax for a bit."
As they entered the kitchen, Y/N prepared a freshly brewed cup of coffee for Jimin. They both sat down at the dining table, sipping their coffee, the aroma filling the room.
Curiosity sparkled in Jimin's eyes as he looked around the modern furnishings of Y/N's house. "Your house is beautiful, Y/N. It's quite impressive. What does your husband do to afford all of this?"
Y/N chuckled softly. "Actually, my husband has taken over his father's business. He works in the company now, and with his hard work and dedication, he has managed to expand it. He often travels for business, both within and outside the country."
Jimin nodded, understanding now. "Ah, I see. That explains it. He must be quite busy, then."
Y/N nodded in agreement. "Yes, he is. But we manage to make the most of the time we have together."
As they sat there, sipping their coffee and engaging in light conversation, Y/N couldn't help but appreciate the bond between Jimin and Nari. Y/N knew that their bond would continue to grow stronger, making these babysitting adventures even more memorable.
Taehyung's POV-
As I walked through the door, exhaustion weighing me down, my anticipation of seeing Y/N quickly turned into surprise and confusion. There she was, engrossed in a heartfelt conversation with another man in our kitchen. My steps faltered, and I stood there, hidden in the shadows, observing them with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
"Who is he? Why is Y/N so engrossed in this conversation?" I murmured to myself as my eyes kept a close watch at them and their actions.
Realizing that I couldn't stay hidden forever, I cleared my throat, making my presence known. I stepped forward with a stoic expression, my mind clouded with doubts and uncertainties.
Y/N turned around, her eyes filled with concern, but I couldn't shake off the flicker of disappointment in her gaze she walks up near me standing straight ahead of me.
"Oh, Taehyung, you're back. This is Jimin, my friend. Come and greet him."
"I'm tired y/n some other day yeah?" I just shrug her off walking away from the kitchen without even sparing another glance to the guest in my kitchen who was just now seated with my wife so comfortably.
Y/n pov-
Taehyung's actions left my heart sinking, a wave of disappointment washing over me.
What must Jimin think of Taehyung now? How rude and distant he seemed, I wondered, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness.
As I turned around to face Jimin, my attention was abruptly interrupted by a collision. I felt a sharp impact on my head, and I was about to fall onto the hard marble floor. But before I could even process what was happening, a hand swiftly wrapped around my waist, holding me in a firm grip, preventing the fall.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself in close proximity to Jimin. We stared at each other, the moment lingering for a few precious seconds, the atmosphere becoming charged with an undeniable tension. It was an unexpected and intimate moment, one that sent my heart racing.
"Um... Thank you, Jimin. That was a close call." I say with a speed up pace
I awkwardly stepped aside, clearing my throat, feeling the lingering proximity between us. I looked around, trying to break the awkward silence that enveloped us, but my gaze eventually settled on Jimin.
Jimin bowed down in a deep 90° bow, his eyes filled with apology.
"I'm so sorry for the collision,
Y/N. It was my fault. Thank you for everything, including the coffee. I'll take my respective leave now along with nari, and oh I'll drop her off tomorrow a lil late as she has a dentist appointment so yea bye"
Before I could respond, Jimin and Nari were already out of my sight, leaving me standing there, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and the lingering awkward atmosphere.
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I walked back into our bedroom and was taken aback to see Taehyung sitting on the couch, his head hanging low and his appearance disheveled. His loosened tie and unbuttoned shirt conveyed a sense of frustration and anger. As I entered, his gaze met mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His expression was furious, his aura radiating dominance and I could sense his overwhelming emotions.
"Who was the guy?" He asks me furiously
I was speechless, unable to register his state or comprehend the intensity of his anger. Before I could answer, he tightly grabbed my arms, urging me to respond.
"Who was the guy, Y/N?" He demands an answer once again
I finally found my voice, still in a daze, and managed to say, "He's a friend."
Taehyung chuckled lowly, his eyes filled with rigid anger seemed more like a dragons eye. He looked down at the floor and then back at me, his grip on my arms tightening.
"And how many such guy friends visit you when I'm not at home? Do they all sit with you at the dining table with such comfort? Or do you even take them to our bed?" He roared at me
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn't believe he would think so low of me, questioning my character in such a degrading manner. Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded with him.
"Taehyung, please let me go. You're hurting me. We can talk about this in a different and more sensible manner, can't we?" I insisted
But instead of relenting, he growled and threw me onto the bed with a forceful push. He hovered above me, his anger consuming him, his words laced with venom.
"Is this a comfortable position, my darling, to talk? Now answer me." His voice laced with threat
His hands blocked my escape, his weight pinning me down, and I stared at him in disbelief. This wasn't the Taehyung I knew. I pushed him off of me and stood up, looking down at him with a mix of shock and determination.
"This isn't you, Taehyung. What's wrong with you? Don't you dare treat me like this ever again. Let me be clear once and for all. The guy you saw at the dining table is just a friend of mine, whose nephew I babysit. I hope I'm clear." I speak in an assertive manner
With those words, I walked out of the bedroom, leaving Taehyung behind, lost in his own thoughts.
Taehyung's POV-
As Y/N left the room, I found myself alone, sitting on the bed with my hair in disarray. Frustration surged through me, and I ruffled my hair in a desperate manner, feeling the weight of my actions and their consequences on Y/N. In a moment of anguish, I let out a scream and addressed V.
"She was terrified, V! You frightened her! How can this be fair? Where is the decency, the respect? She's my wife, not some servant! And now, how can I possibly make it up to her? Tears were welled up in her eyes, V." I scream at him
V responded, unapologetic and brimming with resentment.
"I couldn't care less, Taehyung! There was a man inside our home, sitting comfortably at our kitchen table with my wife! How could you expect me to respond? Should I have politely inquired, 'Oh, my love, pray tell, why were you so at ease with another man while your hardworking husband toils away at his company?' Do you truly expect me to address her like this while I was losing my mind, tormented by their closeness?" He commanded
I let out a heavy sigh, understanding V's argument but yearning for a more constructive approach.
"Nonetheless, there must have been a better way to discuss this. I don't know how you will make amends, but assume control, or take whatever action you deem necessary. Return to me my Y/N, and resolve the chaos you have unleashed." I murmur silently
As I contemplated how to make it up to Y/N, I decided to let V, take over and set up a romantic surprise in our bedroom. With meticulous care, I adorned the room with soft, flickering candles that cast a warm, intimate glow. Fragrant rose petals were scattered across the bed, adding a touch of romance to the atmosphere. The air was filled with the delicate scent of jasmine, creating an ambiance of tranquility and love.
When Y/N entered the room, her steps faltered, her eyes widening in surprise. The sight before her was a stark contrast to the previous tense encounter. Soft music played in the background, its soothing melodies caressing the air. The flickering candlelight danced, casting playful shadows upon the walls.
"Taehyung, what's all this?" She asks surprised her glistening
I stepped forward, taking her hand in mine, my eyes filled with sincerity and remorse.
"I wanted to make it up to you, my love. I know I hurt you, and I'm truly sorry. Please allow me to show you how much you mean to me."
Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, touched by the effort I had put into creating this romantic setting. However, her eyes still held traces of sadness.
"Taehyung, I appreciate the gesture, but we still need to talk about what happened." She speaks softly
Wanting to lighten the mood, I took a step back and began to sway to the soft music. I let the rhythm guide me, my movements filled with a mixture of playfulness and vulnerability. Y/N watched me, a giggle escaping her lips as she enjoyed the spontaneity of the moment.
"Taehyung, what are you doing?" She speaks with giggles in between her sentence.
I extended my hand towards her, inviting her to join me in the impromptu dance.
"Dancing with you, my love. Let's forget about our worries, even if just for a moment, and immerse ourselves in the joy of this dance."
Y/N hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, her hand resting in mine. We swayed together, our movements synchronized, as the music enveloped us in its tender embrace. With each step, the tension between us dissolved, replaced by the shared warmth and affection.
As the song reached its crescendo, our bodies swayed together in perfect harmony. The flickering candlelight cast a soft glow upon us, creating an intimate ambiance that seemed to ignite the very air around us.
With a gentle pull, I drew Y/N closer, my hands sliding sensually along her waist. Our lips met in a slow, tantalizing dance, each movement a whispered promise of desire and affection. The soft brush of our lips gave way to a deeper exploration, our tongues intertwining in a passionate symphony.
Lost in the moment, our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us rising with each lingering touch. I savored the taste of her, the sweetness of her lips, as our kiss deepened, a hunger awakened. The world outside ceased to exist as we became entwined in a realm of pure sensuality and raw emotion.
My hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of her body, fueling the fire that burned within us. Our bodies moved as one, an intricate dance of desire and longing. The soft moans that escaped our lips only intensified the intimacy of the moment, a melody of shared pleasure.
In that passionate kiss, we found solace, our worries and doubts dissipating into the ether. It was a moment of pure connection, where every touch, every kiss, spoke volumes of our love and devotion.
As our lips finally parted, a trail of heated breath lingered between us. Our eyes met, a fusion of desire, trust, and understanding.
"I forgive you, Taehyung." Y/n whispers in my ear before embracing me tightly as she keeps her head on my chest i wrap my arms around her in a secure manner resting my chin on her head, I kiss her hair.
We held each other tightly, finding solace and peace in each other's arms. That night, we slept peacefully not knowing this was the last night i'd be sleeping peacefully with my wife.
Author's pov-
Behind the scenes -
Writer- Ahem ahem I didn't mean to break it to your fantasies but oh well! (๑•﹏•)
Taehyung- readers saw it coming author they know you can't stay on fluff for a long time they've been anticipating this for long now were u not our dear readers?(٥↼_↼)
Jimin- but wait is this something I think it is...hehe.^_^
Taehyung- it's exactly what you thinking it is jiminie ರ_ರ
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