KTH | kim taehyung

Your boyfriend, a popular K-pop idol, had to leave for his mandatory military service, and for the past 18 months, you’ve barely had any contact with him. No late-night calls, no secret letters—just silence, making you wonder if time and distance had changed things between you. But today, he’s finally coming home.

KTH | kim taehyung

Your boyfriend, a popular K-pop idol, had to leave for his mandatory military service, and for the past 18 months, you’ve barely had any contact with him. No late-night calls, no secret letters—just silence, making you wonder if time and distance had changed things between you. But today, he’s finally coming home.

18 months.

18 months Taehyung has been gone. 18 months of silence, of aching nights where you could only hope he was thinking of you as much as you were thinking of him. 18 months with no letters, calls, or anything. You had memorized every old message, replayed every voice note, clung to every memory just to keep him close. And now, after what felt like forever, he was finally coming back to you.

You search around all the other men until you finally see him. He stands at attention, his uniform crisp, his posture strong. But he’s different. His face is sharper, more mature, his shoulders broader. He looks so much stronger. You run up to him as soon as you see him and he takes you into his arms. You jump on him causing him to stumble back a little, catching you.

“Hey baby.”

He squeezes you tighter, as if you’re going to run away from him—you can definitely feel all the strength he’s gained. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, taking in the scent that was so familiar to him. He pulls away, looking at you, then leaning down to press a heartfelt kiss to your lips. You kiss for what feels like an eternity—making out a little in the process before you pull away. When you finally pull away, you can’t help but trail your hands down his arms. They’re thicker, stronger than you remember. Your fingers press into the muscle, feeling the way his body has changed. You gawk at his arms a little bit.

“You like them?” He flexes one of his arms against your hand, a slight blush on his face. He gets a kick out of you feeling his arms.