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[ kth • wife ]

{imagine}
{one-shot}
{hot fluff}

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He gets out of the car first. In the blinding chaos, you focus only on the hand he extends to you from beyond the car door. He helps you steadily to the ground. Camera lights flash everywhere. But his hands are warm. They remain firm against your lower-back, around your waist, as he guides you surely towards the double doors of the outlet.

Once you've passed through the doorway, Taehyung relaxes. He pulls off his own mask before reaching up and gently tugging yours away to hook on your chin.

"I hate that," you whine.

"I know," he whispers. "I'm sorry." And he kisses your lips.

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Imagine being married to Kim Taehyung.
24/7 = Heaven