One shots | Kim Taehyung

Got married to my professor(re-edited) | KTH

The atmosphere in the car was a serene, almost ethereal silence, enveloping every corner with a tranquil stillness. The gentle and rhythmic breaths of the newlyweds were like a whispering lullaby, a soft heartbeat amidst the hushed ambiance. It was a moment of calm intimacy, their shared breath the only sound breaking the sacred quiet.

Their paths intertwined at a dinner date, meticulously arranged by the guiding hands of their parents, who had long envisioned a future where their cherished friendship would be sealed through the bond of matrimony. Though their meeting was brief, the echoes of destiny whispered softly, igniting flames of anticipation that danced in the spaces between stolen glances and exchanged words.

Little did they know, within the fleeting embrace of that evening, seeds of love were planted, destined to bloom into an everlasting union forged in the fires of tradition and the gentle embrace of love's sweet embrace.

They were about to embark on a journey of unexpected duality. As husband and wife, their love was the foundation of their lives, but fate had woven a second relationship into their story.

The classroom would soon reveal a different connection, as she took on the role of student and he became her professor.

Together, they would navigate the balance between their shared lives and the pursuit of knowledge, discovering new depths of understanding both within their relationship and themselves.

During class, his gaze would often drift toward his fiancée, a sight he used to overlook as he preferred to focus on his teaching duties.

Now, however, he found himself captivated by her presence, even as he tried not to let his thoughts wander from the lesson. Her radiance seemed to illuminate the room, gently drawing his attention away from the chalkboard and into her orbit, creating a subtle yet undeniable distraction in his daily routine.

In the bustling rhythm of life, two souls crossed paths, their eyes meeting fleetingly, yet igniting a spark that set their hearts ablaze. In the silent symphony of fate, mere glances wove a tapestry of destiny, drawing them inexorably closer.

Two weeks passed like fleeting whispers, each moment carrying the weight of anticipation and longing. And then, in a wondrous twist of serendipity, they stood hand in hand at the altar, bound by a love that transcended time and reason. In the quiet dance of destiny, their love story unfolded, a testament to the enchanting magic of connection found in the simplest of glances.

Taehyung gently eases his car into the driveway, the smooth hum of the engine quieting to a whisper. He turns off the ignition with a soft click, and a moment of tranquil silence envelops them. As he shifts his gaze, he finds his wife already looking at him, her eyes deep and full of warmth, making him feel as if he had truly come home.

As he unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car, his wife lets out a gentle sigh, her gaze cast downward. She slowly releases her seatbelt, her movements graceful and measured. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the car windows, casting a serene ambiance over the moment, as if time itself is pausing to acknowledge the quiet exchange between them.

The soft creak of the door reaches her ears, prompting her to turn her head with curiosity. Her gaze meets the sight of her former professor, now her beloved husband, standing poised at the entrance. His presence fills the room with warmth and affection as he gently holds the door open, a tender smile playing on his lips. The moment is charged with emotion, a beautiful blend of past and present, as their eyes lock and she basks in the serenity of their shared connection.

The dusk casts a soft, golden glow over the parking lot as she steps out of the car, the cool breeze rustling through her hair. He murmurs a quiet, almost tender command: "Come out." She nods, her movements graceful, as she exits the car, the door closing behind her with a gentle click.