➡️ Kindly read the previous pov that I posted a few minutes ago ⬅️
Continuation of the previous pov:-
The lights in the bedroom were dimmed to a warm golden hue, the soft rustle of the curtains barely audible in the stillness of the late afternoon. Outside, the Parisian sky was grumbling with the promise of rain, but inside, it was quiet—except for the faint hum of a lullaby Taehyung had put on for Princess, who was napping in the next room with Hunter curled protectively beside her.
Y/N lay on the bed, curled slightly on her side, her face creased with exhaustion and the dull ache of cramps lingering under her skin. PMS had her in its brutal clutch—her body sore, her emotions frayed thin, and her soul just desperately needing rest. Her breathing was soft now, but Taehyung could tell she wasn’t truly asleep. There was still tension in her muscles. Her fingers twitched occasionally. Her brow furrowed every few seconds like her body was struggling even in sleep.
He sat beside her slowly, careful not to startle her. His hand brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead, his knuckles grazing the side of her temple with a reverence that spoke volumes.
“Mon amour…” he murmured quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “I know it hurts.”
Y/N stirred faintly, her eyes fluttering open halfway, glazed with fatigue.
“I don’t want to move…” she croaked.
“You don’t have to,” Taehyung whispered, his lips kissing the corner of her mouth. “Just stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”
Gently, he guided her to lie on her stomach. His hands—strong, warm, and precise—started with her temples, massaging in small, slow circles. She let out a low hum, the first sign of relief in hours. He worked his way down her head, running his fingers through her hair and pressing gently at pressure points near her scalp. His touch was healing—neither too light nor too firm, just the perfect pressure to release the migraine lodged behind her eyes.
Then, his hands moved to her shoulders, kneading the tight knots with devotion. His thumb pressed into the ridges of muscle just below her neck, drawing soft whimpers from her that made him frown in concern.
“Why didn’t you tell me it hurt this much, ma chérie?” he murmured.
“I didn’t want to be a burden,” she mumbled into the pillow, eyes still shut.
His hands froze for a second. “You’re not a burden. Ever. You’re mine to care for. Always.”
And with that, he resumed, taking his time as he rolled his knuckles across her shoulder blades, letting the tension melt away. After her upper back was loosened, he slipped down to her arms, lifting one at a time, pressing his thumbs into her palms and down each finger with absolute delicacy. Her fingers twitched under his touch, and she gave a sleepy sigh.
“I feel like crying more when you pamper me like this,” she said, her voice heavy with sleep and gratitude.
He chuckled softly. “I love you no matter what. But I’ll still take that as a win.”
He shifted to the edge of the bed, pulling the soft blanket slightly higher over her hips as he uncovered her legs. His touch was reverent as he massaged her calves first, then her ankles, working his way up with gentle care. Each slow press of his palm, each circular rub against the tension in her thighs, was infused with unspoken love. He made sure to move softly, aware of how tender her body felt during these days. Not once did he rush.
When he reached her feet, he looked up to find her fully asleep now, breathing deep and even. Her body looked a little more relaxed, the tension in her brow gone. Her lips were slightly parted, as if finally able to rest in peace.
Taehyung pressed a kiss to her ankle, pulled the blanket over her completely, and dimmed the lights a little more. He quietly left the room to check on Princess, but before closing the door behind him, he turned once more to look at the sleeping figure of his queen.
“You give everything to everyone,” he whispered. “Let me give everything to you.”
And with that, he left her to dream, his heart full and soft.
Scene: Y/N wakes up from her nap to find Taehyung has done everything—again
The soft rustling of curtains stirred her from slumber. Outside, the sun had long begun its descent, drenching the apartment in an amber glow. Y/N blinked slowly, disoriented. Her head felt lighter than before, the sharp edge of her headache dulled into a quiet hum. But as her eyes adjusted to the familiar space—the tidy coffee table, the clean kitchen sink, the faint scent of lemon soap in the air—her stomach dropped.
She shot up from the couch, eyes darting toward the clock. 4:47 PM. She had napped for nearly three hours.
“Taehyung?” she called, her voice raw from sleep.
“Hmm?” Taehyung’s voice floated in from the kitchen, casual, calm, unaware of the storm brewing inside her chest.
She staggered to her feet and walked toward him, her heart sinking further with every step. There he was, dressed in loose black joggers and a faded grey t-shirt, hair pulled back with a clip, standing barefoot at the stove. He was stirring ramen broth in one hand while holding Princess on his hip with the other. The baby had one hand in his hair and another clumsily holding a toy.
“Taehyung…” she whispered, her eyes already misty.
He turned at the sound of her voice, smiling, “Hey, love. Feeling better?”
She didn’t reply.
Instead, her lips quivered.
Taehyung frowned immediately, placing the spatula down and bouncing Princess lightly on his arm, “Y/N… what’s wrong? Are you in pain again?”
“I-I slept too much,” she choked, her voice cracking, “And you… you did everything, Taehyung. You’re cooking, holding Princess, cleaning—and your laptop’s still open, you were working too. You didn’t even rest.”
Taehyung blinked, confused at first. But then, his expression softened when he saw the guilt in her trembling mouth and the tears pooling in her lashes.
“Y/N…” he walked toward her, shifting Princess to one arm with practiced ease and using the other to cup her cheek. “You were hurting. You needed to rest.”
“But—” she sniffled, trying to step away, “It’s not fair on you! You have your own job, your own body to care for. You… you shouldn’t have to do all this alone just because I’m—because I’m a hormonal mess—”
“Hey. Stop,” he interrupted, his voice low but firm, brushing his thumb under her eye to catch the tears before they could fall. “You’re not a mess. You’re my love. And I’m not doing anything for you, I’m doing it with you… because we’re a team, remember?”
“But I feel useless,” she murmured, breath hitching.
“You’re not,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You’re the strongest woman I know. Some days your body will need rest. Some days you’ll be crying for no reason, or all the reasons. And some days, you’ll scold me for stacking the towels wrong,” he added with a tiny grin. “And I’ll still be here for it all.”
She finally let the tears roll down then, curling into his side, careful not to squish Princess. “You’re too good to me…”
“No,” Taehyung murmured against her temple. “I’m just giving you what you always deserved.”
Princess, still perched in his arm, leaned forward and patted Y/N’s head as if mimicking her uncle’s affection. That made Y/N laugh through her tears, even if just a little.
And in that moment—between the quiet kitchen hum, the spicy aroma of simmering dinner, the softness of love woven through fatigue and affection—Y/N realised she wasn’t failing. She was just loved… deeply, wholly, and without conditions.
♡ JungSu ♡
➡️ Kindly read the previous pov that I posted a few minutes ago ⬅️
Continuation of the previous pov:-
The lights in the bedroom were dimmed to a warm golden hue, the soft rustle of the curtains barely audible in the stillness of the late afternoon. Outside, the Parisian sky was grumbling with the promise of rain, but inside, it was quiet—except for the faint hum of a lullaby Taehyung had put on for Princess, who was napping in the next room with Hunter curled protectively beside her.
Y/N lay on the bed, curled slightly on her side, her face creased with exhaustion and the dull ache of cramps lingering under her skin. PMS had her in its brutal clutch—her body sore, her emotions frayed thin, and her soul just desperately needing rest. Her breathing was soft now, but Taehyung could tell she wasn’t truly asleep. There was still tension in her muscles. Her fingers twitched occasionally. Her brow furrowed every few seconds like her body was struggling even in sleep.
He sat beside her slowly, careful not to startle her. His hand brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead, his knuckles grazing the side of her temple with a reverence that spoke volumes.
“Mon amour…” he murmured quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “I know it hurts.”
Y/N stirred faintly, her eyes fluttering open halfway, glazed with fatigue.
“I don’t want to move…” she croaked.
“You don’t have to,” Taehyung whispered, his lips kissing the corner of her mouth. “Just stay still. I’ll take care of everything.”
Gently, he guided her to lie on her stomach. His hands—strong, warm, and precise—started with her temples, massaging in small, slow circles. She let out a low hum, the first sign of relief in hours. He worked his way down her head, running his fingers through her hair and pressing gently at pressure points near her scalp. His touch was healing—neither too light nor too firm, just the perfect pressure to release the migraine lodged behind her eyes.
Then, his hands moved to her shoulders, kneading the tight knots with devotion. His thumb pressed into the ridges of muscle just below her neck, drawing soft whimpers from her that made him frown in concern.
“Why didn’t you tell me it hurt this much, ma chérie?” he murmured.
“I didn’t want to be a burden,” she mumbled into the pillow, eyes still shut.
His hands froze for a second. “You’re not a burden. Ever. You’re mine to care for. Always.”
And with that, he resumed, taking his time as he rolled his knuckles across her shoulder blades, letting the tension melt away. After her upper back was loosened, he slipped down to her arms, lifting one at a time, pressing his thumbs into her palms and down each finger with absolute delicacy. Her fingers twitched under his touch, and she gave a sleepy sigh.
“I feel like crying more when you pamper me like this,” she said, her voice heavy with sleep and gratitude.
He chuckled softly. “I love you no matter what. But I’ll still take that as a win.”
He shifted to the edge of the bed, pulling the soft blanket slightly higher over her hips as he uncovered her legs. His touch was reverent as he massaged her calves first, then her ankles, working his way up with gentle care. Each slow press of his palm, each circular rub against the tension in her thighs, was infused with unspoken love. He made sure to move softly, aware of how tender her body felt during these days. Not once did he rush.
When he reached her feet, he looked up to find her fully asleep now, breathing deep and even. Her body looked a little more relaxed, the tension in her brow gone. Her lips were slightly parted, as if finally able to rest in peace.
Taehyung pressed a kiss to her ankle, pulled the blanket over her completely, and dimmed the lights a little more. He quietly left the room to check on Princess, but before closing the door behind him, he turned once more to look at the sleeping figure of his queen.
“You give everything to everyone,” he whispered. “Let me give everything to you.”
And with that, he left her to dream, his heart full and soft.
Scene: Y/N wakes up from her nap to find Taehyung has done everything—again
The soft rustling of curtains stirred her from slumber. Outside, the sun had long begun its descent, drenching the apartment in an amber glow. Y/N blinked slowly, disoriented. Her head felt lighter than before, the sharp edge of her headache dulled into a quiet hum. But as her eyes adjusted to the familiar space—the tidy coffee table, the clean kitchen sink, the faint scent of lemon soap in the air—her stomach dropped.
She shot up from the couch, eyes darting toward the clock. 4:47 PM. She had napped for nearly three hours.
“Taehyung?” she called, her voice raw from sleep.
“Hmm?” Taehyung’s voice floated in from the kitchen, casual, calm, unaware of the storm brewing inside her chest.
She staggered to her feet and walked toward him, her heart sinking further with every step. There he was, dressed in loose black joggers and a faded grey t-shirt, hair pulled back with a clip, standing barefoot at the stove. He was stirring ramen broth in one hand while holding Princess on his hip with the other. The baby had one hand in his hair and another clumsily holding a toy.
“Taehyung…” she whispered, her eyes already misty.
He turned at the sound of her voice, smiling, “Hey, love. Feeling better?”
She didn’t reply.
Instead, her lips quivered.
Taehyung frowned immediately, placing the spatula down and bouncing Princess lightly on his arm, “Y/N… what’s wrong? Are you in pain again?”
“I-I slept too much,” she choked, her voice cracking, “And you… you did everything, Taehyung. You’re cooking, holding Princess, cleaning—and your laptop’s still open, you were working too. You didn’t even rest.”
Taehyung blinked, confused at first. But then, his expression softened when he saw the guilt in her trembling mouth and the tears pooling in her lashes.
“Y/N…” he walked toward her, shifting Princess to one arm with practiced ease and using the other to cup her cheek. “You were hurting. You needed to rest.”
“But—” she sniffled, trying to step away, “It’s not fair on you! You have your own job, your own body to care for. You… you shouldn’t have to do all this alone just because I’m—because I’m a hormonal mess—”
“Hey. Stop,” he interrupted, his voice low but firm, brushing his thumb under her eye to catch the tears before they could fall. “You’re not a mess. You’re my love. And I’m not doing anything for you, I’m doing it with you… because we’re a team, remember?”
“But I feel useless,” she murmured, breath hitching.
“You’re not,” he said, kissing her forehead. “You’re the strongest woman I know. Some days your body will need rest. Some days you’ll be crying for no reason, or all the reasons. And some days, you’ll scold me for stacking the towels wrong,” he added with a tiny grin. “And I’ll still be here for it all.”
She finally let the tears roll down then, curling into his side, careful not to squish Princess. “You’re too good to me…”
“No,” Taehyung murmured against her temple. “I’m just giving you what you always deserved.”
Princess, still perched in his arm, leaned forward and patted Y/N’s head as if mimicking her uncle’s affection. That made Y/N laugh through her tears, even if just a little.
And in that moment—between the quiet kitchen hum, the spicy aroma of simmering dinner, the softness of love woven through fatigue and affection—Y/N realised she wasn’t failing. She was just loved… deeply, wholly, and without conditions.
To be continued.....
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