With the rain having subsided and the night deepening, Taehyung tenderly carried y/n up to their room, her body limp from the intensity of their shared passion. Despite the late hour, he navigated their way home with a quiet determination, cradling her close to his chest, feeling the weight of her surrender in his arms. As he gently laid her down on their bed, his touch was gentle, his movements deliberate as he tended to her with utmost care.
Cleansing her tenderly and dressing her in comfortable nightwear, he ensured her comfort before settling down beside her. With a tender kiss pressed against her neck, he found solace in their closeness as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber together.
Beta Theo stood before them, his knights diligently cleaning the grisly aftermath of the warehouse. Blood stained the floors, and the stench of decay lingered in the air, a grim testament to the violence that had unfolded. Among the carnage lay the almost unrecognizable form of Kang Jiwon.
The sight was a stark contrast to the gentle and angelic demeanor Taehyung often displayed, especially in the presence of his beloved y/n. Beta Theo couldn't help but marvel at the stark dichotomy between Taehyung's tender affection for his y/n and the ruthless efficiency with which he dealt with his enemies.
But as Beta Theo reflected on Kang Jiwon's fate, he understood the justification behind Taehyung's actions. Kang Jiwon had inflicted unimaginable pain upon y/n, subjecting her to both emotional and physical torment. His actions had left scars that would not easily fade, and Taehyung's merciless pursuit of justice for his wife was not only understandable but necessary. Kang Jiwon had reaped what he had sown, and in the end, justice had been served.
Beta Theo's expression twisted in disgust as he beheld the gruesome sight before him. Kang Jiwon lay battered and broken, his body adorned with spices and chillies stuffed into his open wounds—a savage testament to the extent of Taehyung's vengeance.
With a grimace of contempt, Beta Theo delivered a swift kick to Jiwon's lifeless form, muttering under his breath, "Well deserved, you bastard!"
As his knights moved to dispose of the remains, Theo couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction knowing that justice had been served, albeit in the most brutal of ways.
Beta Theo felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that their heir was safe in the hands of a man like Taehyung. Despite the brutality of the situation, Taehyung had proven himself to be a fierce protector of his mate, y/n, and by extension, a guardian of the pack's future.
In the face of such adversity, Taehyung had demonstrated unwavering strength and resolve, ensuring the safety and well-being of his beloved. His actions spoke volumes about his character and his dedication to his pack.
As Beta Theo surveyed the scene before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that y/n was in the care of someone who would stop at nothing to keep her safe. With Taehyung by her side, their heir was indeed in the best of hands.
Y/n stirred from her sleep as Taehyung quietly entered the room, her eyes fluttering open with a gentle pout. Taehyung couldn't help but admire how utterly adorable she looked, rubbing her eyes with that cute pout on her lips.
With a sweet smile gracing his face, Taehyung approached her and settled beside her on the bed, his voice soft as he greeted her, "Good morning, sweetheart." Y/n's heart fluttered at his endearing words, feeling a shy warmth spread through her as she responded with a quiet "good morning."
Her gaze shifted to the food tray placed on the side table, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Taehyung. He leaned in to kiss her forehead gently, explaining that everyone had already eaten breakfast. Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she murmured her agreement, feeling a bit sheepish at their late wake-up.
Taehyung's chuckle washed over her, followed by a tender kiss to her lips, causing her to lower her gaze in bashfulness. Despite the embarrassment, she couldn't help but smile at his affectionate gesture, feeling lucky to have him by her side.
Taehyung couldn't resist teasing her about her morning shyness, commenting playfully, "My kitten is shy now, but I remember her wanting more and more last night." Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at his bold remark, her cheeks flushing crimson as she reached for a nearby pillow.
Without hesitation, she smacked him on the head with the pillow, causing Taehyung to topple off the bed with a laugh. Despite her initial embarrassment, Y/n couldn't help but join in his laughter, finding solace in their playful banter and the warmth of their shared moments.
Taehyung lovingly carried her to the washroom, where he proceeded to give her a gentle and soothing bath. He washed her hair with care, ensuring every strand was cleansed thoroughly. Despite his mischievous intentions, Taehyung refrained from being too playful in the shower, sensing her subtle warning glare that hinted at consequences if he continued.
After drying her off and helping her get dressed in comfortable attire, Taehyung made sure to dry her hair gently. As they sat down for breakfast, he discreetly handed her a painkiller, knowing that she needed relief from the discomfort she was experiencing. Taehyung didn't want her to appear uncomfortable or limping in front of their guests when they returned, especially considering the events of the previous night.
Y/n found herself surrounded by excitement as Taehyung's mother and aunt enthusiastically showed her a variety of traditional Korean hanboks. The room was filled with vibrant colors and intricate designs, each dress more beautiful than the last.
The seller immediately recognized Y/n as Taehyung's wife and couldn't contain her joy, exclaiming how lucky Taehyung was to have such a beautiful spouse. Y/n blushed at the compliment, feeling overwhelmed by the attention.
With the help of Taehyung's mother and aunt, Y/n tried on several hanboks, each one fitting her perfectly and accentuating her elegance. It was explained to her that there would be a traditional ceremony for the newly married couple, where they would both wear hanboks and visit their ancestral temple to seek blessings.
Excitement bubbled within Y/n as she imagined herself and Taehyung dressed in the traditional attire, embarking on this meaningful journey together. She felt grateful for the warm welcome and the opportunity to partake in such a significant cultural tradition.
Taehyung who got to know about the ceremony from his father and uncle also got to know about that y/n was trying on some dresses and there he was, y/n's mischievous husband on purpose roaming towards the hall hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife trying on a traditional dress.
But when he entered the hall, he saw the seller lady leaving and y/n sitting with his mother and aunt, all blushing and cutely smiling.
Seeing him enter, Jong-ju and Min-ju winked at each other and said, "Oh no, hyung, you missed the chance to see how beautiful nonna looked in every dress."
Taehyung's jealousy bubbled up, and he shot them a glare, making them laugh. However, his gaze softened immediately as he caught Y/n's eyes, filled with warmth and love.
"I bet she looked stunning in each one," Taehyung said, his voice laced with affection, as he approached them.
Y/n felt her cheeks heating up at Taehyung's comment, and she playfully gestured for him to shut his cheesy mouth. The others in the room laughed and hooted at Taehyung's compliment, enjoying the lighthearted banter between the couple.
As the ladies went to the market for shopping, Taehyung found himself left alone with his mischievous cousins, Jong-ju and Min-ju.
Taehyung's irritation reached its peak as his cousins incessantly praised how stunning y/n looked in every dress they mentioned. Their deliberate attempts to make him jealous grated on his nerves, and he struggled to contain his frustration. Despite his urge to kick them out of the house, he knew he couldn't act on it, so he gritted his teeth and tried to endure their teasing.
Taehyung couldn't tolerate their teasing any longer. With a simmering anger, he decided to play along, but in his own way. Suddenly, he put on a dark expression, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his cousins with a chilling stare.
"Enough," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You two better watch your mouths. You don't want to see the other side of me."
His cousins froze, their playful expressions replaced by apprehension. They exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they might have pushed Taehyung too far. Taehyung's intimidating aura sent a shiver down their spines, and they fell silent, not daring to provoke him any further.
As Taehyung's irritation reached its peak, he glared at his cousins with an intensity that made them shiver. "Hyung, calm down," they stammered nervously, their voices trembling.
Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle as his cousins hastily retreated, their expressions a mix of relief and amusement. He watched them scurry away, knowing he had successfully put an end to their teasing. With a satisfied grin, he shook his head, amused by their reaction, and went about his day with a sense of triumph.
After returning from the market, the ladies gathered for snacks, enjoying their time together. Meanwhile, Taehyung noticed Y/n heading upstairs, prompted by his mother to select jewelry. Seizing the opportunity, he stealthily trailed behind her, slipping into the room just as she was about to close the door. Y/n's breath hitched as she collided with his solid figure, her startled gasp echoing in the room.
"T...Tae, mom's waiting for me," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, as Taehyung enveloped her in his embrace. A sense of desperation emanated from him, tinged with a hint of anger simmering in his eyes.
Y/n's words trailed off as she felt his arms tighten around her, sensing his dominance and the intensity of his gaze, which left her feeling both entranced and intimidated.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, feeling Taehyung's presence so close to her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace, and she couldn't help but shiver at the intensity of his touch.
"Tae," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to maintain her composure. "We shouldn't..."
But her words trailed off as Taehyung's gaze bore into hers, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions that sent a shiver down her spine. There was desperation in his touch, a longing that mirrored her own, but there was something else too—a hint of anger that made her pulse quicken.
Y/n swallowed hard, feeling a surge of fear wash over her as she realized the depth of Taehyung's emotions. She knew he was possessive, protective of her in ways that both comforted and frightened her, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the intensity of his gaze.
In that moment, she felt small and vulnerable in his arms, as if she were at the mercy of his desires. But despite the fear that gnawed at her, there was also a part of her that yearned for his touch, for the reassurance of his embrace.
As she stared into Taehyung's eyes, she saw the conflict within him, the struggle between his desire to protect her and the passion that simmered beneath the surface. And in that silent exchange, she knew that they were both fighting a battle neither of them fully understood.
But as Taehyung's grip softened, his anger giving way to a tender vulnerability, Y/n felt a wave of relief wash over her. She reached up to cup his cheek, her touch gentle as she searched his eyes for reassurance.
As Taehyung's grip loosened, he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers as he breathed in deeply, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within him. Y/n could feel the tension in his body slowly ebbing away, replaced by a sense of longing and vulnerability that mirrored her own.
"Tae," she whispered again, her voice barely above a murmur, "what's wrong?"
Taehyung hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching hers as if trying to find the right words. "I... I just can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n's heart ached at his confession, understanding the depth of his insecurity and the fear that fueled it. She reached up to cup his cheek, her touch gentle as she tried to reassure him.
"Taehyung, you know that you're the only one for me," she said softly, her words filled with sincerity. "I love you more than anything in this world."
A flicker of uncertainty crossed Taehyung's face, his gaze searching hers for any sign of doubt. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but love and devotion shining back at him, and he felt a surge of warmth spread through his chest.
"I love you too, Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."
With those words, the tension that had been building between them melted away, replaced by a sense of closeness and understanding that bound them together. In that moment, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love serving as an anchor in the storm.
As they stood locked in each other's embrace, the sound of footsteps approaching the door broke the momentary silence, and they reluctantly pulled away, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Y/n took a deep breath, her heart still racing from the intensity of their encounter. "We should probably go downstairs," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he reluctantly released her from his embrace. As they made their way downstairs, hand in hand, they knew that their love would always be their guiding light, leading them through even the darkest of times.
Y/n couldn't shake off the unease that settled in her stomach as she descended the stairs with Taehyung. His usual warmth seemed tinged with something darker, a shadow of concern that she hadn't seen before. It left her feeling unsettled, unsure of what to expect next.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Taehyung's mother greeted them with a warm smile, oblivious to the tension that hung between them. Y/n forced a smile in return, trying to push aside her apprehension as they joined the others in the living room.
Throughout the afternoon, Taehyung's demeanor remained strained, his gaze often drifting to Y/n with a mixture of intensity and uncertainty. It was as if he was wrestling with some inner turmoil, unable to find peace within himself.
Y/n tried to brush off her own worries, focusing on the conversation and laughter that filled the room. But with each passing moment, the sense of unease grew stronger, casting a shadow over the otherwise joyous occasion.
As the day drew to a close, Y/n couldn't shake off the feeling that something was deeply wrong. She glanced at Taehyung, who was lost in thought, his expression unreadable. It was then that she realized that whatever was troubling him was far more serious than she had initially thought.
Unable to bear the weight of her fears any longer, Y/n excused herself from the room, her heart heavy with worry. She knew that she needed to confront Taehyung about what was bothering him, no matter how difficult it might be.
But as she made her way to their room, a sense of dread washed over her, leaving her trembling with uncertainty about what awaited her behind closed doors.
As Y/n entered the room, her heart sank at the sight before her. Taehyung sat on the floor, his hands bloodied from a deep cut, and his childhood picture shattered into pieces scattered around him.
His gaze was blank, lost in the shattered fragments of his past.She rushed to his side, her own eyes brimming with tears as she took in the scene. "Taehyung, what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.
He didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the broken picture in front of him. Without hesitation, Y/n reached out and gently took the sharp mirror piece from his hand, wincing at the sight of his injured palm. With a soft glow of her touch, she healed the wound, the cut closing up before their eyes.
But Taehyung remained silent, his emotions held tightly within him. Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she looked at him, her heart breaking at the sight of his pain."Tae, please talk to me," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here for you, no matter what." Slowly, Taehyung turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "I'm sorry, Y/n," he whispered, his voice heavy with guilt. "I feel terrible for scaring you earlier. I didn't mean to make you afraid of me."
Y/n's heart ached at his words, and she reached out to gently caress his cheek. "It's okay, Taehyung," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding. "I know you didn't mean it. We all have moments of weakness."
But Taehyung shook his head, his eyes clouded with self-doubt. "I don't want to hurt you, Y/n," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid of what I might become."
Y/n's heart broke at the vulnerability in his words, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "You're not alone, Taehyung," she reassured him, her voice unwavering. "We'll face whatever comes our way together, just like we always have."
And in that moment, as they sat together amidst the broken pieces of the past, Y/n vowed to stand by Taehyung's side, offering him the love and support he needed to heal his wounds and find peace within himself.
As Y/n hugged him tightly, she whispered words of comfort, her arms wrapped securely around him. "I know you won't hurt me, Taehyung," she reassured him, her voice gentle and soothing. "You should talk to me about whatever's troubling you."
Taehyung buried his face in her shoulder, his grip tightening around her. "I'm just scared, Y/n," he admitted, his voice muffled against her. "Scared of losing control, of hurting you."
Y/n stroked his hair soothingly, her touch a comforting presence. "You don't have to face this alone," she whispered. "I'm here for you, always."
And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her embrace, Taehyung felt a glimmer of hope flicker within him. With Y/n by his side, he knew he could overcome any obstacle, no matter how daunting it may seem.
As they lay together in each other's arms, Taehyung pulled the blanket over them, seeking solace in its warmth. Once again, he whispered, "Sorry, love," his voice laced with remorse.
Y/n pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, her gesture filled with understanding and love. "Stop apologizing," she murmured softly, running her fingers through his hair soothingly.
Taehyung nestled his face against her chest, finding comfort in her presence. Feeling her warmth and hearing the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, he began to relax. As Y/n shifted into her hybrid form, enveloping him in her calming scent, Taehyung's tense muscles gradually eased, and he felt himself drifting into a peaceful slumber, safe in her embrace.
The next morning, Taehyung's mom entered the room to find the couple peacefully asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace. With a fond smile, she knocked on the door, startling Taehyung awake, who almost jumped out of bed in surprise. Chuckling softly, she teased, " scared you, didn't i?"
Taehyung pouted, playfully whining, "Mom, you scared us."
Y/n, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes adorably, blinking in confusion at the commotion.
Taehyung's mom gently reminded them, "Come on, you two. Get up and get ready. We'll be leaving for the temple in two hours."
She pulled Taehyung off the bed, directing him towards his father. "Go to your dad; he'll help you get ready."
Taehyung protested, running back to Y/n, "No, why go there?"
His mom gently pulled him out of bed once more, insisting, "Go, I need to help Y/n get ready."
Taehyung whined again, "But I can help too."
Y/n nearly choked on air, surprised by his boldness in front of his mother. His mom quickly feigned a cough, suppressing a laugh, while Y/n shot him a glare and commanded, "Taehyung! Go!"
Pouting in defeat, Taehyung reluctantly complied, muttering, "Fine!" as he stomped away with exaggerated steps.
Taehyung's mom instructed Y/n to take a shower while his aunt brought breakfast for her. They laid out the dresses and jewelry they would need for the ceremony. The same seller woman from yesterday was already present, ready to help Y/n get dressed for the occasion.
While the woman styled Y/n's hair, Taehyung's mom fed her breakfast. As the woman expertly tied Y/n's hair into a beautiful traditional style, Y/n couldn't help but feel shivers run down her spine whenever her fingers grazed Y/n's neck. It left her feeling weak, but she tried to ignore it, focusing on the upcoming ceremony instead.
As Y/n rose from her chair, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, momentarily disorienting her senses. With a determined effort, she steadied herself, determined not to succumb to the unsettling sensation. However, when the woman began dressing her, Y/n's discomfort intensified. Each touch felt draining, as if her energy was being siphoned away with every contact.
Her distress peaked when the woman's hands lingered on her waist, sending shivers down her spine. The woman's commanding tone only amplified Y/n's unease, prompting her to retreat instinctively. All eyes turned to Y/n, her trembling form betraying her inner turmoil.
With tear-filled eyes, Y/n appealed to Taehyung's mom for help, seeking solace and protection from the unsettling experience.
"Mom, I... I don't feel comfortable," Y/n stammered, her voice quivering with emotion. "Please, you do it."
Taehyung's mom immediately rushed to Y/n's side, her expression filled with concern. "What happened, sweetheart? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and reassuring.
Before Y/n could answer, the woman interjected, creating a dramatic scene by insisting that everyone should get their dressing done by her. Taehyung's mother, sensing the unease and discomfort radiating from the woman's demeanor, swiftly intervened. With a firm but polite tone, she ushered the woman away, instructing Jong-ju to escort her out of the house.
"We appreciate your help, but I think Y/n would be more comfortable with someone else," Taehyung's mother said firmly, her protective instincts kicking in as she directed Jong-ju to handle the situation.
Y/n began apologizing profusely for causing a fuss, but Taehyung's mother immediately reassured her, enveloping her in a comforting hug. "It's alright, dear. You don't need to apologize," she said soothingly, understanding Y/n's discomfort and wanting to alleviate any sense of guilt or embarrassment.
Within a few minutes, with the help of Taehyung's mother and Min-ju, Y/n was all ready. Min-ju skillfully arranged her hair into a traditional yet slightly messy bun, adding to her natural beauty.
As they descended the stairs, the soft morning light streaming through the windows illuminated the grandeur of the moment. Taehyung stood at the bottom of the staircase, his eyes fixed on Y/n as she gracefully descended each step.
Her dress, a masterpiece of intricate embroidery and vibrant colors, flowed around her like a cascade of silk, accentuating every curve and movement. Her hair, adorned with delicate flowers, framed her face in an ethereal glow. Taehyung couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerized by her radiant beauty.
Y/n's heart fluttered as she caught Taehyung's intense gaze. His traditional attire accentuated his strong physique, the fabric clinging to his sculpted form. The way he looked at her sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her.
As they finally stood face to face, time seemed to stand still. Taehyung's breath caught in his throat, unable to find the words to express the awe he felt. Y/n felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny, a shy smile gracing her lips.
Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, speaking volumes without uttering a single word. In that moment, surrounded by their loved ones, they shared a connection that transcended words—a bond of love and admiration that would endure the test of time.
As the laughter of their family members brought them back to the present moment, Y/n and Taehyung exchanged a sheepish smile before joining the rest of the group. They made their way out of the house, the jovial atmosphere lifting their spirits as they headed towards the waiting cars.
Y/n's hand found Taehyung's, their fingers intertwining in a silent reassurance. Together, they walked towards the awaiting vehicles, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey—to the temple, where their love would be blessed and celebrated amidst the ancient traditions of their ancestors.
As they settled into the car, Taehyung couldn't resist his playful antics.
He leaned in close to Y/n, his fingers tracing light patterns on her arm as he whispered suggestive comments in her ear.
Taehyung: "You know, you look so irresistible in that traditional attire. It's driving me crazy."Y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head at his cheekiness while trying to hide her growing amusement.
Y/n: "Taehyung, we're on our way to a temple ceremony. Can you please behave?"But Taehyung was relentless, his playful grin widening as he continued to tease her.
Taehyung: "Behave? Where's the fun in that? I much prefer the naughty side of things, especially with you."
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Taehyung's hand daringly wandering up her thigh, inching dangerously close to her underskirt. She shot him a warning glance, her cheeks flushing crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
Y/n: "Taehyung, what are you doing?"
But Taehyung simply flashed her a mischievous grin, his touch lingering teasingly as he leaned in closer.
Taehyung: "Just exploring, my love. Isn't that what adventures are all about?"
Y/n couldn't help but shiver at the sensation of his touch, torn between amusement and apprehension.
Y/n: "We're in a car full of people, Taehyung. Can you please control yourself?"
Taehyung's grin only widened at her response, his fingers tracing light patterns on her thigh as he leaned in even closer.
Taehyung: "Where's the fun in that? Besides, it's our little secret."
Y/n's heart raced at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to maintain composure amidst his relentless teasing. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way, relishing in the playful intimacy they shared even in the most unexpected moments.
Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Taehyung's suggestive words lingered in the air, leaving her momentarily speechless. She swiftly pushed his hand away, shooting him a reprimanding glare, but Taehyung only responded with a mischievous wink and a playful laugh.
Taehyung leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "You know I can't wait to peel this dress off you tonight," he murmured, his tone dripping with desire.
Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her cheeks burning even hotter at his brazen remark. She coughed nervously, trying to compose herself, but Taehyung's mother, noticing her discomfort, quickly intervened. She passed Y/n a glass of water, her expression filled with concern.
"Are you alright, dear?" Taehyung's mother asked, her eyes scanning Y/n's face for any signs of distress.
Y/n accepted the water gratefully, taking a sip to soothe her parched throat. Taehyung, meanwhile, couldn't resist flashing her a smug grin as he watched her reaction, thoroughly enjoying his playful antics.
The couple stepped into the temple, the air thick with reverence and tradition. It was a breathtaking sight, with intricate carvings adorning the walls and the soft glow of candles illuminating the sacred space. Taehyung and Y/n exchanged a glance, their hands instinctively finding each other's as they took in the beauty of their surroundings.
The ceremony commenced, led by a serene-looking priest adorned in colorful robes. Taehyung and Y/n followed the rituals with a sense of awe and reverence, their hands entwined throughout the proceedings. Each gesture felt meaningful, each chant resonating deep within their souls.
As they exchanged vows and promises, their gazes never strayed far from each other. Sweet smiles and stolen glances passed between them, their love shining bright in the sacred atmosphere of the temple.
After the rituals were complete, their family members gathered around them, offering blessings and well-wishes for their future happiness. Min-ju and Jong-ju, despite their usual playful demeanor, couldn't hold back their dramatic tears as they witnessed the love and devotion between Taehyung and Y/n.
The moment was filled with warmth and joy, a celebration of love and unity that would be cherished for years to come. As they basked in the glow of their family's love and support, Taehyung and Y/n knew that they were truly blessed to have each other.
To be continued 👀 💚