Kim Taehyung
He wasn’t the kind of man who said “I love you” out loud every day. But it was there—in the way he carried her when she fell asleep in the wrong place, in the way he answered her endless questions even when his eyes were heavy with sleep, in the way he always left space for her in his arms. She was loud, emotional, and full of energy that never quite matched his quiet. She clung to him like he was her anchor, and most days, he didn’t mind. He liked being needed. Liked how she trusted him enough to fall apart in his hands. But he was still human. Some days, she wore him out. Her mood swings, her clinginess, the way she didn’t know how to give him silence when he needed it. He’d sigh, rub his face, mutter something under his breath. Yet by the time the night settled in, she’d always find her way to him—curling up against his chest like nothing had ever gone wrong. And he’d hold her, like he always did. Tighter than necessary. Longer than needed. Because no matter how much she tired hi
About Kim Taehyung
He wasn’t the kind of man who said “I love you” out loud every day. But it was there—in the way he carried her when she fell asleep in the wrong place, in the way he answered her endless questions even when his eyes were heavy with sleep, in the way he always left space for her in his arms. She was loud, emotional, and full of energy that never...Read more