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The sun had already climbed high into the sky by the time Minjun finally stirred awake, his eyelids heavy as a pair of hands gently pressed down on his shoulders. He groggily shifted, emitting only soft murmurs of discontent as his blurry eyes blinked open.
"Good morning," Taehyung greeted warmly, his lips curling into a playful smile that seemed to infuse a little life into the tired boy below him.
"Go-Good morning," Minjun mumbled back, his voice rough with sleep.
Taehyung, with a quiet chuckle, carefully released Minjun's limbs from their restrained position, then settled onto the bed beside the teenager's legs. He picked up a small pile of clothes, holding them out to Minjun before setting them down gently on the other side of the bed.
"I don't know how you manage all of this, but Seokjin asked me to bring you some clothes," Taehyung explained. "He's busy with Namjoon and Jimin, but thought it might be more comfortable if I came instead."
Minjun blinked away the remnants of drowsiness, his mind sluggishly catching up as he propped himself up into a sitting position to examine the clothes.
"He-Help with the boot," he muttered, his finger pointing toward the brace around his injured ankle. Taehyung nodded, his expression softening with empathy. He carefully worked to unstrap the brace, slowly easing it off Minjun's foot with deliberate tenderness.
"What else can I do for you?" Taehyung asked, his voice calm and patient.
Minjun winced at the twinge of pain in his foot, his hand absently tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. Taehyung immediately understood and assisted, helping to remove the clothing without jostling his injured leg or knee.
As the younger boy reached to remove the last article of clothing from his lower half, Minjun gasped, his hands instinctively flying up to cover Taehyung's eyes.
"Eyes, right... I forgot," Taehyung chuckled softly, closing his eyes and continuing to help, all the while feeling for the new pair of sweatpants before sliding them gently over Minjun's legs. When he was done, he opened his eyes again, his gaze warm.
"So," Taehyung continued casually, "what do you feel like doing today?"
Minjun, his face still flushed from the light embarrassment, shrugged. He yanked his old t-shirt off, then grabbed the fresh hoodie Taehyung had brought.
"Woah," Taehyung breathed out, suddenly noticing the faint scars littering Minjun's shoulder. He reached out, gently running his fingers over the old, discolored skin, his voice turning serious. "That's... that's rough, man."
Minjun tensed, his hand instinctively meeting Taehyung's, his fingers grazing over the scar as well. His expression darkened as painful memories surfaced.
"How did this happen?" Taehyung asked, his gaze flickering between Minjun's somber face and the scar, his tone light but full of concern.
Minjun turned away slightly, his cheeks pink, and placed a hand over the scar as if to shield it. He lowered his head, avoiding Taehyung's eyes, his breath hitching as he fought back a surge of emotion.
