Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

6.6

Y/N'S POV

"It's enough, Taehyung! I can't eat more!" I whined, pushing the plate away slightly.

Taehyung gave me that look-the one that's both adorable and completely overbearing at the same time. Ever since I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, he's been fussing over me like I'm a two-year-old. Don't get me wrong, I love how attentive he's being, but sometimes it's just a bit too much.

He's been doing everything for me-feeding me, cleaning my wound, helping me with my clothes, and even carrying me to and from the bathroom. And that's the part that gets me the most. I mean, my shoulder is wounded, not my legs! I've told him more times than I can count that I can walk just fine, but he never listens. Every time I try to get up, he swoops in like a hawk, scooping me up as if I'm made of glass.

At this point, I literally feel like a baby. But as much as I whine and complain, there's this warmth that bubbles up inside me every time he takes care of me so tenderly. The way he holds me, the way he looks at me, and especially the way he talks to the baby-it gives me goosebumps. I never expected Taehyung to be this gentle and caring, especially considering the ruthless image he shows to the world.

But ever since we found out about the baby, he's been glued to my bump. He talks to our little one all the time, as if the baby can already hear him. It's overwhelming, in the best way possible. I'm filled with joy and love every time I see him being so protective of me, of us. I couldn't help but smile softly, feeling my heart swell.

This baby has already brought so much happiness into our lives. And Taehyung... I just love him so much more every day.

"Just one more bite, love," he coaxed, his deep voice soft but persistent. He held up a spoon of soup, waiting patiently for me to open my mouth. "You're not alone anymore. Our baby also needs nutrition."

I snapped out of my thoughts, looking at him with disbelief. "Taehyung, it's only been three weeks. You're talking like I'm about to deliver tomorrow."

He let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting in that charming way that always made my heart flutter. "Doesn't matter, baby. You still need to eat for both of you," he said, gently nudging the spoon closer to my lips.

I rolled my eyes playfully but took the spoonful, knowing he wouldn't let me off that easily. "You're treating me like I'm fragile," I murmured between bites.

His eyes softened as he put the bowl down on the table. "Because you are, Y/N. You and our baby... you're my whole world now. I can't afford to take any chances."

I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. He was so serious, his eyes full of emotion as he spoke. There was a time when Taehyung's vulnerability was hidden behind cold indifference, but now, seeing this side of him, the side that loved me unconditionally, made me fall for him all over again.

"But Tae," I said softly, reaching for his hand. "I'm okay. Really. You don't have to do everything for me. I know you're worried, but you can relax a little. I won't break."

His hand wrapped around mine, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "I know," he murmured against my skin. "But you have no idea how scared I was when you got shot, Y/N. I still have nightmares about it. Every time I close my eyes, I see you collapsing, and it terrifies me."

I squeezed his hand gently, my chest tightening at the pain in his voice. "Tae..."

"I couldn't protect you," he whispered, his eyes dropping to our joined hands. "I should've been the one to take that bullet, not you."

"Tae, no," I said firmly, pulling him closer to me. "Don't blame yourself for that. I made that choice because I love you. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. And look, I'm okay. We're both okay."