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"Yes, when Taehyung decided to love you, he treated it with such finality; yes, loving you was the hill he would delightedly lay down and die on." My heart 🥺🥺

"You’ve accepted that he’s unlikely to let you go now that he’s caught you in his orbit, much like a black hole, stretching your adoration as far as it will go before swallowing it whole." This made me feel so so warm author 💖 this is what we deserve

canis minor \ kth

tldr. when you come back from your trip to iceland, taehyung wants to add a new member to your family.

prompt. [ animal shelter ]

pairing. taehyung x f.reader.

genre. non-idol, marriage au. established relationship. domestic fluff.

warnings. 18+ after midnight!verse. husband, mathematician!taehyung x wife, astronomer!oc.

word count. 2.2k.

note.  by golly i am almost to the end of my drabble challenge. i rejoice for i will never do such a challenge ever again.

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taehyung:

[ 05:43a ] i’m so excited to have my supernova girl back. i missed you terribly.

taehyung:

[ 05:45a ] in approximately 3 hours and 23 minutes, i’ll have you back where you belong. with your perfect husband whom you promised you would never leave alone this long again.

taehyung:

[ 05:49a ] i just wanted to remind you of our agreement. since we both know how you feel about keeping up your end of previous arrangements.

taehyung:

[ 05:50a ] and yes, i am absolutely referring to your CONTINUED inability to be home by our mutual curfew.

taehyung:

[ 06:27a ] all joking aside, you being gone for two weeks destroyed me emotionally. the silence. it was so quiet without you. i hated it.

taehyung:

[ 06:29a ] with that being said, i think we should adopt a dog. you know? a canis minor, if you will.

The series of text messages flood your phone as soon as you land and abandon airplane mode. At first, you find yourself simpering, feeling unquestionably adored by how excited he seems to have you back home. It makes your heart explode with warmth for him. Nothing about his feelings for you have ever changed, just as he vowed they wouldn’t. Taehyung has always been a meticulous man; he’s thorough and consistent in everything he approaches, including his endeavor to love you. He’s a man whose convictions and principles are unyielding, never succumbing to any force or influence outside of his own observation and the results they produce. When he deemed you the most suitable choice to channel the sheer depth of his reverence and ardor, you knew his selection of you was resolute; any shift in his decision or alteration in his commitment was highly improbable. Yes, when Taehyung decided to love you, he treated it with such finality; yes, loving you was the hill he would delightedly lay down and die on. So, the intensity of his yearning in your absence was not in the least bit surprising, but the conclusion he believes will remedy said intensity causes your brows to bunch together in confusion. 

A dog? And specifically, a little dog?

You find yourself chuckling at the thought. Taehyung already is consistently dancing on the cusps of a conniption with you and the trail of absentminded messes you leave in your wake wherever you go. What exactly did he plan to do with a dog running around your home, untrained and excitable? You didn’t mind the general idea, of course. You always wanted to have a pet for you both. In fact, your desire to have an animal is the exact reason you know his aversion to being responsible for one. He’s previously used them to counter your own proposal. You decide not to respond to his series of loving messages or his interesting proposition. Instead, you stand from your seat as soon as the plane comes to a halt. You’re already out in the aisle, your luggage from the overhead pulled down and by your side. The conversation about the dog could come shortly, once you were together again but after you were done getting lost in his closeness, once you were safely engulfed in his arms but after he had consumed all of you, once you had kissed him so much his ever-pouty lips swell but after leaving little trails of love on his neck in the shape of your favorite constellation. There were far too many things to do and all of them would resolve the ache of his loneliness and desire for you. In all honesty, you think that he was speaking from the heat of the moment. When you both talk about it and you dissect the proposition with him, going through the myriad of reasons he’s not likely to actually want the responsibility of caring for a dog, you’re certain he’ll come to his senses.

As you traipse through the busy airport, your gaze fixates on your final destination—the exit where you know Taehyung stands on the other side waiting anxiously for you. The ache of separation dissolved into an exhilarating anticipation that fueled your every step. The airport buzzes with a series of sounds, a cacophony you meander through with ease as your own excitement drowns out the amalgamation of noise. The last portions of your trip slugged by, those last two days agonizingly slow, feeling closer to ions than days. Suddenly, observing one of the most fascinating marvels visible to the human eye didn’t feel as incredible as the warmth of your husband’s arms and the tickle of his breath on your neck. Knowing you were back home now, back within reasonable proximity to your decided other half, your elation feels unbridled, a little bounce in your steps as your wander through the busy space. Once you pass through the exit, you immediately observe your surroundings to figure out which terminal you waited outside of, but before you can send him a message to let him know, you feel yourself being pulled into the tightest embrace you’ve had since the day you departed. You didn’t have a chance to see him, to greet him, or even properly hug him. The only reason you know it’s Taehyung is because he envelops you into a cacoon of amber and spice, the most familiar scent you know, a signature of notes you can pull back every layer to and label with ease. Of course, it’s him. You’re lovingly accustomed to the fragrance of home. “Angel,” you hear him whimper. “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god.” There’s a general desperation in his voice that makes your heart ache. Taehyung doesn’t do well when the two of you have to be apart, this much you knew, but you can hear the agony in his emphasis. You can feel the severity of his yearning in the tightness of his grip. Your giggle is muffled by him pressing your head into his chest. “Hello to you, too.” Slowly, your arms slink around his torso and settle in. You’ve accepted that he’s unlikely to let you go now that he’s caught you in his orbit, much like a black hole, stretching your adoration as far as it will go before swallowing it whole. The two of you might be here for a while. At least, that’s what you think right up until you hear a series of loud, high-pitched barks coming from directly next to you; the abruptness coupled with the excessive volume causes you to jolt.

Taehyung groans, releasing you from his hold then. “This is not a good first impression.” The first thing you take in is your husband’s appearance, obviously. He’s more than a handsome man. Every aspect of him is perfect; from his honeyed eyes and tinted, fluffy hair to his full cheeks and playful smile, from his broad shoulders and toned physique that he kept clothed in fashionable fabrics to the enriched baritone of his voice when he spoke, Taehyung was everything a woman could possibly want in a partner as far as visuals are concerned. And he was yours. The next thing you notice is the leash he grips in one hand that leads down to an incredibly tiny ball of black and brown fluff that pants at his feet. 

“That’s a dog…” you notate obviously with a lilt of confusion in your voice. As Taehyung squats down to collect the small animal in his arms, your mouth falls open and your brows bundle together in a combination of bewilderment and stupefaction. You aren’t angry, just genuinely and undoubtedly confused. “Taehyung,” you call softly, your gaze fixated on the small, breathy creature he carries. “Baby, whose dog is that?” You raise your eyes to meet his; your head tilts to the side from the weight of your perplexity, perhaps. He chuckles nervously then, an innocent but fearful smile tugging at his lips as he looks back at you. Taehyung clears his throat and adjusts the dog in his arms, presenting him to you more clearly. “Well, angel, this Yeontan. He’s our, uh, son.” A long moment of silence follows his admission. You stand there, stunned, your eyes flickering from the puppy in his arms and back up to your husband’s worried expression that was analyzing your reaction as you formed it. After a moment, a small laugh comes out. It’s followed by a lighter but more sustained giggle that slowly becomes a soft chorus of amusement in response to his absurdity. “You got a dog? You were serious about that?” You cover your mouth to decrease the volume of your giggles. “When did you even get him?” “Well…I already had him when I said that, but I didn’t know how to tell you so I tried to segue into it through a gentle suggestion.” Taehyung admits sheepishly. “They said he needed a home or the animal shelter might not be able to continue caring for him…” That causes your laughter and your smile to fade as you look at Yeontan. He was in desperate need of a home. Taehyung’s decision was impulsive, which is most assuredly unlike him, but it was a warm-natured decision with innocent, loving intent. You could never fault him for saving a creature’s life. It only made you love him more. 

The man whose compassion and empathy outweigh any of his discomforts. The man whose heart is the volume of Saturn with the circumference of all its rings.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you clearly…or consult with you before I just decided to get him.” It’s a quiet apology. At the foundation, you know that he means he’s sorry this is something he would have done no matter the circumstances. He’s sorry he simply didn’t have enough time to be as punctilious about the matter as he typically would be. But how could you ever be angry that his humanity superseded his heedfulness? You smile and stand on the tips of your toes to collect a kiss from him, which he grants without hesitation and with much relief. You scratch Yeontan’s head adoringly, embracing the idea of having a new member of the family. This may be the closest the two of you will get to children, much to both of your satisfaction. Neither of you mind the idea of becoming parents, and you operated under an understanding that if it happened, okay, but it wasn’t a goal in your individual lives or your marriage. “You did the right thing.” You tell him proudly. “My only regret is not bringing my precious son back something from Iceland. And why couldn’t we give him a better name?” To this, Taehyung snorts. “Like what? Rocket?” “Rocket’s a cute name!” You huff at his sardonic tone. “You gave him a person name, not a puppy name.” Taehyung looks down at Yeontan and leans down to pepper him with kisses, a sight you never thought you would see. “I gave him a gentleman’s name, something that suits him.” “Oh, is that so?” You ask rhetorically with a roll of your eyes. He hums affirmatively. “Absolutely, so. I’m glad I did, too. I knew you would try to name him after something space-related. I couldn’t let you name our son something ridiculous like Cosmo or Ion.” You say nothing because you absolutely would have given him a name within the general realm. “I can think of an actual person’s name!” You protest. Taehyung laughs. “It can’t be space-related people. So, no Carl Sagan, no Neil deGrasse Tyson. No Isaac Newton, no Kepler, no Hubble, no Einstein, no Copernicus or Galileo. Not a single astronaut.” All of his stipulations make you pout. The first name you thought of was Galileo. “I’m going back to Iceland.” You grumble. Taehyung’s eyebrow raises daringly. “I’d like to see you try.” You whine and stomp your foot lightly. “At least let me give him a middle name!” Taehyung sighs and unhooks the leash from Yeontan’s harness. He gently places the small dog in your arms with a shake of his head. “He doesn’t need a middle name but he does need his mother to hold him so I can take your suitcase and still hold your hand.” You glare watching him grab your things and then hold his hand out to you expectantly. And because no matter how unfair he’s being about Yeontan’s name, you missed him so much you were ready to simply disintegrate into nothing if you had to go one more day without him next to you. So, you carry your newfound son securely in one arm and tangle your free hand into his, being tugged closer to him as soon as he had a firm grip on you. “I love you so much, angel, but god, you’re such a brat.” 

You start to pout grumpily, but then his warm palm cups the side of your face and he leans forward to press his lips to yours. You would think, in public, in the middle of a terminal with a plethora of people passing through, that Taehyung would want only a simple kiss. But no, this one lingers. This kiss sets a pace for both your lips and tempts yours to move against his. You don’t know how long you stood there with your lips fumbling over the other’s, but upon registering the soft, shaky sound he sighs into your mouth, you both pull apart.

He licks his lips, staring at you with needy eyes. “I missed you.” “I know. I missed you, too. We should go home, though, because I really missed my telescopes.” You say it teasingly but Taehyung doesn’t look as amused in the slightest.

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