UNLIKELY ALLIES [KTH:FF]

DRIVEN BY JEALOUSY

Y/n stood in front of the large vanity mirror in her bedroom, frustration etched on her face. She was dressed in a stunning white gown, carefully chosen for the occasion. However, her excitement was quickly fading as she struggled to zip up the back of her dress. No matter how hard she tried, the zipper refused to budge.

Just as she was about to give up and resign herself to wearing something else, a knock on the door interrupted her, causing her to jump in surprise. She composed herself before calling out, The door creaked open, revealing Taehyung.

Taehyung- Y/n, are you ready?

His voice rang through the room, filled with annoyance. She turned to face him, irritation seeping into her tone.

Y/n- No, I'm not. This stupid dress won't zip up and I can't figure it out.

Her words were laced with frustration and a hint of helplessness. He leaned against the door frame, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he watched Y/n struggle.

Taehyung- Having a little trouble there?

He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. Y/n narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

Y/n- If you're here to make fun of me, Taehyung, then just leave.

Taehyung smirked wider, enjoying her irritation.

Taehyung- Oh, believe me, I'd love nothing more than to see you struggle, but we'll be late if you don't hurry up. So, do you want my help or not?

Y/n huffed and bit her lip. She hated admitting her weaknesses, especially to Taehyung. But with no other choice, she finally relented. 

Y/n- Fine, help me.

Taehyung pushed himself away from the door frame and walked toward Y/n. His voice was surprisingly gentle as he said,

Taehyung- Turn around.

Y/n did as she was told, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She could sense his presence close behind her, and her heart raced in response. She couldn't help but blush at the close proximity.

Taehyung stepped closer, his fingers brushing against the delicate skin of her back. Y/n couldn't help but shiver at his touch, the unexpected warmth coursing through her veins. His fingers deftly found the zipper, and with a gentle tug, he began to pull it up.

As he worked, his breath brushed against Y/n's ear, causing her to shudder involuntarily. The silence between them was deafening, each second seemingly stretching infinitely. Y/n could feel her heart pounding in her chest, unsure whether it was from the anticipation or the proximity of her husband.

Finally, the zip reached its destination, and Taehyung removed his hand, taking a step back. Y/n instinctively turned around to face him, her cheeks burning crimson.

Y/n- Th-thank you.

She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Taehyung's smile was soft, almost tender.