The front door opens softly. Y/N steps inside beside Taehyung, her movements slow, careful...almost reverent. The house feels different tonight. Quieter. Warmer. Like it’s holding its breath to welcome her.

She is draped in a deep red bridal lehenga, the fabric rich and heavy, flowing around her like a promise. With every step she takes, her jewelry sings gently, announcing her presence.

Her bangles...layers of red and gold...brush against each other, creating a soft chun… chun… sound, delicate yet constant, like a heartbeat following her.

Her heavy earings ( jhumkas), sway near her neck, releasing a faint jhin… jhin… each time she turns her head.

Around her ankles, her payal glimmers, tiny bells chiming chhim… chhim… with each step she takes forward into this new life.

Some jewelry doesn’t make a sound...but it shines with meaning. The nath, resting lightly against her cheek, glows softly under the warm lights.

The necklace, heavy against her collarbone, rises and falls with her breath.

And then there is the mangalsutra...black and gold beads resting against her skin, unmistakable, sacred. Proof that she is no longer just someone who loved him from afar.

At the parting of her hair, the vermilion glows quietly. A mark of marriage. A mark of choice.

A mark that says she now belongs to the man she once called her idol and now calls her husband.

Taehyung walks beside her, close enough that their arms almost brush. He doesn’t rush her. He never would. His presence is steady, grounding, protective. Every now and then, his eyes flicker toward her, just to make sure she’s alright.

As they step further inside. Soft footsteps echo across the floor. A small figure appears from the hallway. Kim Yeontan.

He stops in his tracks, wide eyes moving from Taehyung… to Y/N. His head tilts slightly, instincts sharp, sensing the change in the air, in the people he loves. Taehyung calls softly.

“Tannie”.

But Yeontan doesn’t go to him. Instead, he walks straight to Y/N. He stares her quickly sensing her presence besides his Dad.

She freezes for a second, unsure...until Yeontan stops in front of her and lowers himself, almost like a bow. A quiet, instinctive gesture. Acceptance. Welcome. Her breath catches.

Emotion swells suddenly in her chest, unexpected and overwhelming. Slowly, she bends down and gathers him into her arms. His small body presses warmly against her, tail wagging, trust immediate and pure.

Her eyes sting. Taehyung watches silently from behind them. He doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t speak. Let them share a quick moment.

There’s something soft in his gaze...pride, affection, and a quiet certainty. His family has accepted her. Completely.

After a moment, Yeontan squirms, then jumps down and runs off toward his room, nails clicking excitedly against the floor, disappearing just as quickly as he arrived.

Y/N straightens, still smiling, about to say something...But before a single word can leave her lips.

Taehyung suddenly steps forward. In one smooth motion, he bends and lifts her into his arms, bridal style. The bangles clink loudly now, surprised chun-chun, her anklets ringing sharply as her feet leave the ground.

She gasps softly, instinctively gripping his shoulder.

“ Taehyung Jii.”

He looks down at her, a rare playful glint in his eyes, voice calm but firm.

“ No Words Wifey.”

He turns and walks toward the bedroom...the room that was once only his, but now belongs to her too. With every step, the house seems to accept it. Accept her.

Soft fairy lights are draped along the headboard, glowing gently like scattered stars. Rose petals trail from the doorway to the bed, their deep red matching the color she wears, the color of beginnings.

Candles flicker on the side tables, their flames unsteady, casting warm shadows that move slowly across the walls. The air smells faintly of roses and sandalwood...calming, intimate, sacred.

Taehyung steps forward and gently lowers Y/N onto the bed. The mattress dips slightly under her weight, and she sits stiffly at first, nerves rushing through her all at once.

YN hands move without her realizing. As she feels nervous, scared, shy but also excited to some extents.

She adjusts her dupatta, pulling it closer around her shoulders as if it can shield her racing heart. Her fingers fidget with her bangles, sliding them up and down her wrist, the faint chun… sound betraying her anxiety.

She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear...then does it again moments later. Her eyes refuse to meet his for long, dropping to her lap, to the petals, anywhere but him.

She feels small suddenly. Fragile. Real.

Taehyung stands there, watching her. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t move.

To him, she looks like something made of glass...beautiful, precious, and breakable. There’s a strange fear in his chest, as if touching her too soon might make her vanish. Like this moment is too delicate to rush.

Slowly, carefully, he lowers himself beside her on the bed.

The mattress shifts again. The space between them feels charged, heavy with unspoken emotions. He turns toward her and lifts his hands, large and warm, cupping her face gently. His thumbs rest near her cheeks, steadying her trembling world.

“ Do You trust Me?”

Her breath stutters. The closeness is overwhelming...his warmth, his scent, the way his eyes search her face with nothing but sincerity. She doesn’t hesitate.

“ More than Myself.”

Something in him softens completely.

He smiles...small, genuine...and leans forward to press a slow kiss to her forehead. It’s not hurried. It’s protective. A promise without words.

“ Then I'll Love with All Everything I have.”

Carefully, he begins to remove her jewelry.

The earrings come off first, the soft jhin fading as he sets them aside. Then the necklace, heavy and meaningful, lifted gently from her skin.

Her bangles slide from her wrists one by one, the sound disappearing until the room feels quieter. He removes the payal, his fingers brushing her ankle briefly, respectfully.

Last comes the lehenga, the fabric whispering softly as it’s eased away.

She lies there now in red matching innerwear, the color still symbolic, still hers. Her arms cross instinctively for a moment, then fall back to her sides as she exhales shakily.

Taehyung moves above her, bracing himself on his arms, careful not to overwhelm her. Their bodies press together, warmth meeting warmth, breath mingling. The closeness is intense...too many emotions crashing at once: love, trust, awe, belonging.

Taehyung’s rests his forehead against hers. His thumb brushes against her cheek, as if the words had taken all the air out of him. He said ...softer, like a promise meant only for her.

“ I Love You. Mrs. Kim”

For a heartbeat, YN forgot how to breathe.

Then her lips curved into a smile she didn’t try to hide. It bloomed slowly, warmly, reaching her eyes until they shimmered. She finally looked at him, there was no fear there...only certainty.

“ I Love You Too. Mr. Kim.”

Taehyung softly kiss her forehead, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and finally he captures her lips in slow but full of Love. Care. Respect.

Slowly YN melts into kiss. She kissed him back. Wrapping her hands around his neck, pulls closer to her.

Taehyung growls against her lips. He bites her lower lips. She gasps and open her mouth. Taking advantage of this his slides his tongue in mouth. Exploring every concer of her mouth.

She kiss him back with same passion, matching his rhythm. Tackling her fingers in his soft, silky, shiny black hairs.

YN tabs on his shoulder as she feels lacks of breath. Taehyung leaves her mouth and travel down to her neck. Started to plant open mouth wet kisses on her neck.

She can feels his breath on her neck. As he keep kissing her. Licking her. Sucking her. Creating dark purple hickeys on her neck.

Taehyung's one hand moves back of her upper body. Unhooking her red lace bra. Let it fall off her shoulders. She feels chill runs down her spine as her bare chest gets exposed to him.

He travel down more until his mouth found her already hardened right boob. He lick slowly and suck softly. His one hand plays with her left boob. Pressing. Squeezing. He leaves right boob and did same treatment on left.

YN back arch on his actions. A soft moan escape from her mouth. She let go herself and melts in his touch.

She trembling hands moves to unbutton, His sherwani's button. Acknowledging her moves, he removes his sherwani.

She runs over his abs, his ribs, the dips of his waist. He feels strange electric chill runs in his body. He let her explore him.

Taehyung leans down travel kisses down her chest until he reaches her red lace panty. His fingers hooking into her panties and tugging them down..kissing every inch he revealed.

Then… he settled just between her legs. Eyes locked with her. As asking for silent permission. She bit her lip and nodded.

“ I'll be gentle, Okay.”

He aligned his throbbing cock bare. With her wet virgin core. He slid in inch by inch deep...thick, pulsing, filling her in smooth stroke. When he finally slid completely, he stop letting her adjust to his length. Both moan on their most intimate connection. She screams little loudly.

“ Taehyung.”

He slowly start to move in and out. He thrust ...slow at first, grinding deep. He lock with her as he moves. He leans down to kiss her lips . Trying to erasing her pain.

“ Just breathe with Me. My Love.”

He is not fucking her but cherishing his love. Worshipping his goddess. With Care. Adore. Gentleness. Respect. And Love.

After sometime as Her pain start to melts in pleasure. Her crying and screaming turns into sweet moans. He wraps her legs around his waist as He increases his paces. Thrusting her deeply, fastly, Powerfully. Hitting her prefect G-Spot. Which making her see stars.

The bed creaked under their rhythm. Her cries grew louder as he slammed harder, kissing, biting, holding her throat gently while whispering the filthiest things.

Taehyung feels as Her walls clench around him. He growls as his thrusts become more powerful,more deeply inside her unprotected pussy.

“ Let go , Baby.”

Hearing his words. She let go herself with her loud scream. As She cums all around his cock.

Taehyung follow her . He explodes inside her, his hips jerking, as he filled her with his cum. She cries against his neck at heat of his cum filled her. He holds her tight. Their bodies trembling. Covered in sweat. Breathless.

He kiss her forehead. And lies beside her. Taking her in his arms. Pulling blanket over both them. She relax in his arms. Feeling safe and secure. She smiles against his chest and whisper lightly.

“ I Love You. My Hubby.”

He chuckles at her sweet confession. He tighten his grip on around her waist. He press last kiss to her forehead and softly speaks.

“ I Love You More Than Anything.”

Both fall into a deep sleep, finally at rest in each other’s arms.

She once loved him through a screen, never expecting him to look back. But love has its own plans, and one day he chose her...not as a fan, not as the world’s idol, but as the woman he wanted to spend his life with.”

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