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Our tender moment was soon interrupted by Taehyung's sudden low groan that was heard from his throat, making me immediately retrieve my hand in the span of a split second before he could notice it had been there. His eyelids slowly open as his head tilts to my side of the bed. When he notice me, he just stares at me for a couple of seconds, blinking several times. My eyes never leaving his as I smile weakly.

"Are you really here?" he silently asks, his voice groggy and deeper than I ever thought a voice could get. I can't help but chuckle at his confusion.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I reply softly while removing the now dry cloth from his forehead.

"Why?"

"You have forty degrees fever."

"Is that a bad thing?"

I give him a serious look. "Bad thing? If it was one degree higher, you would be in a hospital right now." He stares at me in bewilderment for a second before mumbling a quiet, "Oh.."

He then furrows his eyebrows as his eyes roam around his own room before he confusingly asks, "How did I get here?"

"I managed to drag you up here, in some way," I explain with a chuckle. He looks impressed.

"Really? You're stronger than you look."

"Oh, so you thought I was weak?" I scoff, raising one eyebrow at him. He shrugs while his eyes travel around the room, looking at anything except into my eyes. I pout and cross my arms in defense and mutter, "I'm not that weak..."

Then I remembered the medication, so I make him sit up and hold up a pill in front of him. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before looking back at me in confusion.

"Drink it. It will make the fever go down faster," I assure him. He takes the pill between his thumb and index finger before putting it in his mouth. I put the edge of the glass filled with water between his lips and slowly tilt it, because he obviously was too weak to hold the glass himself. I held back a laugh because it was clear in his eyes how humiliated he felt, but he knew that he would drop the water on himself if he tried doing it instead. After making sure the pill had been swallowed, I made him lay back down and I went to wet the cloth again before putting it back onto his forehead.

"Where's your dad?" I ask with concern in my voice.

"Business trip," he replies with a small sigh. "He left two days ago. I think he'll be back on Sunday or something."

I bite my lower lip while giving him a sympathetic look. So he has really been alone like this without anyone caring for him. I've never met his father, but he sounds selfish. After all, his mother left them. There has to be a good reason to why she left. Perhaps it was his selfishness that tore them apart? But this was not important now. Priority one was to make sure that Taehyung gets healthy again. I'm sure he hasn't been eaten at all since his dad left.

"You must be hungry. Do you want me to make you some soup?" I ask while slowly stroking his hair. He nods slowly, probably too exhausted to talk. I smile softly and stand up. "I'll be back in an hour. Try to get some sleep," I mumble and make my way out of his room, closing the door behind me.

When in the kitchen, I realized I had never made a soup before. I have watched my parents make soup a couple of times though, so I guess I can make something legit if I look up a recipe. Browsing the net for a good recipe, I eventually find a decent one after a couple of minutes of searching. I start preparing the ingredients and utensils. I decided to also add some extra ingredients that hopefully will boost his recovery.

An hour later, I actually managed to produce something somewhat edible. I mean, it tastes okay so I guess it will do. With careful steps I make my way up the stairs to his room, balancing the soup on a tray and concentrating hard to not drop everything. Quietly, I enter his room and put the tray down on his desk. Before waking him up, I remove the cloth and leave it aside. Then I gently put my hand on his cheeks, caressing it softly.

"Tae, time to eat," I coo with a low voice. He releases a quiet moan and turns his body away from me while covering his head with the duvet. I roll my eyes as I grab hold of the cover and drag it down, revealing his upper body again. "No hiding. You have to eat."

"I'm too weak to eat..." he whines and curl himself into a ball. He's acting like such a baby! Is he always like this when he's sick?! I had to admit, though, it was really freakin' adorable.

"I'll feed you then if I have to. Come on, get up a little." I sigh as I help him up to a sitting position, stacking pillows behind his back and neck for better support. Then I grab the tray and place it on my lap, take a hold of the spoon and scoop up some soup on it. "Say aah~" I sing as I lift the spoon up to his lips. He gives me a long, cold stare. I suck on my lips to hold in my laughter as I snort. His facial expression was everything.

"Please don't make my manliness suffer more than it already has," he pleads hoarsely. I chuckle at his statement. Aww, I'm hurting his manliness.

"Oh, I didn't even know you had some." I smirk as he finally accepts my spoon of soup and swallows.

"Excuse you, if I didn't have it I wouldn't be lying here sick in the first place."

I freeze mid-motion. So that's it then; he got sick because he gave me his hoodie. He tried to reach the spoon that I held a little too far away from him, resulting in him struggling and whimpering.

"Sorry," I quickly mumble apologetically as I move the spoon closer to him. It was quite cute to see him struggle, and it was fun to feed him, I had to admit. "So it was because you gave me your hoodie? I told you it wasn't necessary."

He rolls his eyes. "You literally had goosebumps all over your arms."

"Well that's my punishment for going out underdressed," I mutter bitterly, shoving the spoon into his mouth a little too forcefully to shut him up -- which resulted in me almost choking him. He gives me an intensive glare and I squeak out a quiet, "Sorry" as I feed him another spoonful, but not as forceful this time.

Eventually I finish feeding him, but I had to go down and refill the bowl four times. Poor thing must've been really hungry. I wonder how he even survived for this long.

"Okay, since you ate all the soup I made, I have to make more for tonight. You should rest for a bit now, then you really need to take a bath."

He scrunches his face and sniffs himself around his armpit area, realizing that he really do smell. "You're probably right..." he quietly agrees and snuggles down in the bed again. He looks really drained, probably from sitting up for almost an hour. I go and wet the cloth once more and put it on his forehead, his eyes never leaving me as I do so.

"There. Now you should sleep. I'll go wash the dishes and prepare another soup for you. I'll wake you up when the bath is ready," I tell him with a smile while slowly getting up. He just closes his eyelids and nods once. I could even hear him mumble a quiet "Thank you," which made my heart melt a little.

Letting him sleep for another two hours, during this time I managed to make another soup and I even baked some muffins -- because he needs some sweetness in his body to get his energy up. The bubblebath I prepared just got ready. It was just past seven in the evening when I return to his room to wake him up. He stirs and refuses to get up again, causing me to roll my eyes and completely remove the duvet from his body.

"Uuuuurghhh it's cooooold!" he whines in agony while curling up to a ball again, causing a small laugh to leave my lips.

"Come on Tae, I prepared the bath for you," I say gently as I put my hands on his wrist, pulling him up from the bed. It took lots and lots and even more lots of energy for me to refuse staring at his perfectly sculpted abdomen. I can honestly say it was the hardest task I've ever done. Because it was literally screaming "Ooooh Blue! Stare at me! I know you want to~~~"

Slowly, he eventually stands up and while leaning against me for support we gradually make it to the bathroom without him fainting. He was shaking all the way there, which made my heart ache with sorrow and pity. Thankfully, it gave me more strength to help him get to the bathroom. When finally reaching the bathroom, I immediately made him sit on the toilet seat next to the bathtub in order to figure this situation out.

"Okay," I breathe, trying to catch my breath because my body was still not used to these new kinds of physical efforts. "Are you able to undress yourself and get in the bathtub?"

He gives me a weak look. "I don't know," he sighs and leans his head against the wall behind him while closing his eyes. I bite my lip as I try to think of a solution. Sighing, I quickly realize that I have to help him into the bath myself. My god, why was I even doing this for him?

Without a word, I search for a large towel big enough to cover his entire body. Luckily I find one and return to the now probably sleeping Tae on the toilet seat. I poke his cheek to wake him up. His eyelids flutter open and he eyes me confusingly.

"We'll cover you with this. I'll hold you up while you... uh, undress. Then we get you into that bathtub and we'll figure out later how to get you out of it," I explain while trying not to blush at the thought of him undressing right in front of me. A small smirk was playing on his lips as he probably noticed me struggling with my shyness.

"Oh, so you're not going to watch my exposed body in all its glory?"

Even though he was sick, he still in some miraculous way had the energy to mess with me. I roll my eyes at him, repressing the temptation to hit him with my fist. Also, more than half of my energy went to prevent the warmth to find its way up to my cheeks.

"You could literally be on your deathbed and you'd still find a way to make perverted remarks," I mutter, unamused. However amusement was written all over Taehyung's face as he lets out a raspy chuckle.

"No, I just enjoy seeing you blush at my words."

Okay this is NOT making it any easier for me to stop being embarrassed, because now my cheeks definitely reveals how I feel about this. Hearing him chuckle, I realize that he obviously is aware of the mess he made of me. I swear I will kill him one day.

"Just off with your clothes and get into the fucking bathtub," I demand bitterly as I throw the towel up as a barrier between us.

"Uh.. I still need help to get up," I hear him mumble from the other side of the towel-barrier.

"Oh, right." I quickly let the towel down and take a step towards him. His arms are shakingly raised in the air as I reach for them. With a steady grip on his wrists, I pull him towards me. He slowly lifts from his seat, but I accidentally pulled a little too hard causing him to suddenly stumble forward too quickly. Before I my brain could process anything, his body collides with mine and I stumble backwards causing us both to almost fall. But in some way I manage to regain balance in time, preventing us from falling on the cold, hard floor. However, now my cheeks were burning more than ever because Taehyung's naked torso was currently pressed against me while I was holding onto him in a tight embrace.

Well, this is just fantastic.

Before he could see my tomato face, I spin him around so that his back is facing me while I reach for the towel and cover him with it.

"There. Now undress," I demand with a shaky voice, because my mind was still in shock while replaying that short moment of closeness. A low, husky chuckle was heard from Taehyung as he slowly hunched down to remove his sweatpants. Meanwhile, I was holding onto each side of his ribs to keep him from losing his balance. During this time I probably swore more than a million times to myself over why I was doing this for him. I know he enjoys seeing me suffer and this was just the most perfect opportunity, and I just let him do it. It is truly an understatement when I say that I hate myself right now.

His sweatpants falls to the floor along with his boxers, while I with all my might try not to imagine the mental image of his now completely exposed body before me. It wasn't easy. And who said I succeeded? My face was so goddamn hot that I thought it was literally going to melt. I gulp as I quietly draw a long, heavy breath to at least try controlling my really inappropriate thoughts.

"Are you done?" I squeak out, my voice sounding a bit hoarse. He nods in response. "Okay, so just slowly take a step into the bath now.." I calmly direct him as I keep a steady hold on him. He slowly lifts one leg up and stomp it into the bathtub. For a split second he almost loses his balance, causing me to momentarily lose the grip of one end of the towel.

Buttcrack.

There was no escape to this sight. In the span of a second the towel betrayed me and showed me a glimpse of his behind, making me officially deceased. Biting down on my lower lip with force, I suppress a scream that was too close to leave my mouth. With a stronger grip on the towel this time, I urge him to move the second leg to finally get him into that damn bathtub so I can go jump off a bridge which I've been longing to do for the whole time we've been in this goddamn bathroom. Keeping a steady hold on him, Taehyung slowly lowers himself to a sitting position and I remove the towel from his body, all this while my eyes are focused on the ceiling so I could avoid a similar situation from a minute ago.

Thankfully the bubbles are covering everything, so I with ease could fold a towel and place it underneath his head so he could lean it against the edge of the tub. His eyes are closed and he seemed at peace at the moment. Thank god that he didn't see my flustered, fire-engine red face.

"I'll be back in half an hour. Try not to drown," I say before turning around and leaving the bathroom, closing the door slightly after me. As I walk downstairs and enter the kitchen, I just lean against a wall for a moment to breathe and recollect my senses. The image of his actual naked butt was throwing my mind into a vortex of embarrassment, perverted thoughts and pure insanity. It was honestly a really nice butt though, I had to admit. I slap my hands against my cheeks to wake myself up from my own daze that I created, and quietly wince in pain because it had hurt more than I thought it would.

If anyone would've told me that moving to South Korea would result in falling for an asshat, getting lost in the woods with him, dragging his unconscious ass up a flight of stairs and help him undress to get him into a bathtub -- I'd probably just would've found another family to live with. However my lips curve into a smile as I let out a quiet chuckle when these memories replay in my mind.

No matter how annoying he was or what uncomfortable, unimaginable situations he put me in, I couldn't help but thinking how much more of an interesting life I had since he walked into it.

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This is the last update for this year! The next one will be uploaded in a few days, so brace yourselves..

I hope everyone are enjoying their holidays and I hope you all will celebrate the new year safely and with lots of happiness ^.^/ ♥