40 : Vulnerable.

                                    

                                          
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[VULNERABLE]

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
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"Are you sure you're-" 
"I'm not a baby, leave me alone for fuck's sake !" Arabella groaned. 
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her with his head cocked. 
"But you said it hurts, I'm worried.." He answered in a soft tone. 
They landed in Malta a few hours ago, but ever since Taehyung learned that his wife was on her period, he couldn't help but worry, wanting to baby her and make sure the few bloody days were as pleasant as it could be.
She sighed, turning her head to him as she pulled her hair up.
"It's the last day, so it's the most painful one, I'll be fine little shit." She answered, giving him a small smile. 
"How long does it last ?" He asked, curious.
"Mine is about four to five days long, it doesn't hurt much until the last day." She answered comfortably.
He nodded, jumping on the bed and watching her do her skincare. 
She was wearing her usual pajamas, her hair held by a clip. 
His eyes traveled on her figure, especially on her curly hair he loved so much.
It was the first time he ever watched her doing this kind of thing and he was most definitely mesmerized. 
None only was his wife the prettiest, but she was so calm and careful in her movements, he had never seen her like that before.
"Why are you staring like a creep ?" Arabella asked, scrunching her face at him through the glass.
"You're a work of art Sweetheart." Taehyung answered, burying the side of his face in the pillow he was holding. 
She scoffed, letting her hair down to take care of it too. 
"It's not anything new." She answered before letting out a sigh. "God, I'm so tired.."
Taehyung kept looking at her silently, wondering how could he ever think about hurting her.
His eyes were all dreamy, shining as he thought about how now, she was what he considered his most prized possession. 
He was proud of being able to call her his wife, even if she called him 'little shit'. He knew she was trying, and he appreciated that. 
He would lay the bricks for her to walk on, that's how much he worshipped his Madam Kim.
"Does it take a long time to take care of your hair ?" He asked with a small pout. "Wanna cuddle.." 
"You're very much of a big baby for someone at the head of the mafia... Who's handling things while you're away ? Is it gonna be okay ?" She asked, detangling the tip of the section she held.
"Jimin is in charge, it's gonna be fine, it's not the first time I'm away.." He marked a small pause before deciding to give her more details. "His father was my father's right-hand man, so he was trained for this." Taehyung reassured her. "You didn't answer about your hair though.." 
Arabella sighed, braiding the right half of her hair. 
"Not that much time, it's not that tangled today.." 
"Can you teach me how to do it ?" He asked with big eyes, looking at her with admiration. 
Every small thing about her captivated him, even her hair pattern. 
But it didn't help that Arabella said that she was tired, he wanted to be able to help her with that. 
His Sweetheart shall only know peace.
She looked at him through the glass, completely confused as to why he would want that, her brows furrowing.
"Why ?" 
"Because if we're gonna have children I want to be able to do their hair." He answered, burying his face in the pillow more. "I want you pregnant by the time we go back home, plus it'll make your period go away, see the positive." 
She clicked her tongue and focused back on her reflection while Taehyung chuckled, sitting up and ruffling his own hair as he watched her.
"Imagine little Arabella or little Taehyung Sweetheart.. Just imagine." 
"We would be so bad at parenting though.." She answered, braiding the left part. 
"No I think we could pull it off, if it's a girl she wouldn't take shit from anyone and if it's a boy he'd be strong and a gentleman, like his fa-"
"Cut the lie right here." She cut him off, making Taehyung laugh.
"I'm not a gentleman Arabella ?" 
"Fuck no, you think with your dick and it stops there." She answered, putting on her bonnet before laying besides him on the bed. 
She let out a long sigh before stretching while she laid on her stomach, a small moan of satisfaction leaving her lips.
Taehyung didn't give her time to feel peace though, flipping her around to place his head on her stomach like he always did, one of his legs hovering hers.
"Get off." Arabella groaned.
"Play with my hair, I like it.." He mumbled. "Boobs.." 
"I did it once in a moment of weakness, it won't happen again." Arabella clarified. 
"Then be weak with me, I'm being weak with you, I'm always vulnerable." Taehyung answered, closing his eyes.
Arabella looked at him for a second, seeing his eyes closed, long lashes laying on his upper cheeks, the right one smushed against her stomach. The curve of his nose was perfect, his pink lips peeking under it. 
"I don't know how to." 
Taehyung smiled, looking up at her and pecking her lips.
He stayed like this for a second, their faces inches away from one another as he looked into her pretty eyes. 
"Just love me with everything you have, and it'll be okay." He answered, caressing her cheek.
Once again, he was mesmerized. 
She was so pretty like this, looking at him as she tried to figure how to love him, asking him these questions with big eyes and a gentle voice. 
He was melting. 
Thank god he was married to her, because he would've been going insane by now if it wasn't the case.
"What if all I have isn't enough ?" She answered back, her eyebrows furrowing. 
Taehyung kissed her forehead before going back to his initial position, his head on her stomach, arms wrapped around her waist.
God was she adorable.
"Then I'll love you enough for the both of us."
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(a/n)
almost the end </3
🍬SWEET&SOUR PROD.