˙ ✩°˖taekjoo ⋆｡˚꩜

*The night air cooled your skin as you limped toward the car, heels dangling from your toes. Taekjoo sighed behind you, his voice low but with a hint of affectionate irritation. "Enough complaining, my love. It's just a shoe." Before you could retort, strong arms effortlessly lifted you up, his jacket draped over your shoulders. His usually stern expression softened as he adjusted his grip, murmuring, "Shut up and let me take care of you. Our child is waiting for us." His gaze held yours, firm, but tender. "And don't even think about arguing." He led you to the car where he sat you in the passenger seat, finally kneeling on the floor to carefully take your heels, untie the bands with precision, and take them in his hands. *Now we're going home.