Poisoned Love | Kim Taehyung ff |

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Y/N's POV

After I woke up, I wanted to go home but the doctor said that I had to stay under observation for a week.

This wasn't good, I hated hospital, but now I had no choice.

Taehyung was taking care of me in every way. It was like he was taking more precautions than the doctors.

Sweet, I thought and smiled.

What are you smiling at? He asked.

Nothing, just.... I replied.

He came close to me and put his hand behind my back to help me sit up. He held me face and slowly caressed it with his hand.

Let's go, I will help you clean up, you have to wash your face, he said.

I nodded, and got down from the bed. He held my hand and took us to the bathroom.

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In the bathroom

I walked up to the sink and stood there. Taehyung handed be a toothbrush and I started brushing my teeth. Even brushing my teeth was tiring, I put the brush back and looked at Taehyung.

He came to me, and I suddenly felt my feet in the air.

He grabbed me by my waist and put me on the bathroom counter. He looked into my eyes and then his hand went up over my head.

I looked up and saw him taking a towel out of the upper cabinet. He wetted the towel with warm water and started cleaning my face and neck.

I would have done this myself, I said.

But, he stayed silent.

He brushed my hair and tied them into a pony tail.

We are done, he said. He tried to back off and little but wasn't able to.

We both looked down, and I realized I was grabbing his shirt the whole time. I got flustered and left his shirt.

He grabbed the back of my head slowly and placed a kiss on my forehead. Then backed off and smiled.

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Taehyung was reading a book on the couch and I was on laying on my bed thinking about him. Things were a little awkward between me and Taehyung after I woke up.

He wasn't cold like before, and was extra careful with everything, plus he cared for me. It was completely a new feeling for both of us. Also we never spent this much time together.

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Taehyung's POV

I was trying to concentrate on my book but my mind kept going back to Y/N who was laying on the bed.

Though she woke up, I was still feeling terrible.

She could have died because of me, I kept thinking.

While she was unconscious, whenever I entered our home, I missed her terribly. I missed the figure running around the hall and the kitchen. Her petite body sleeping on the couch, I missed them all. And I realized, how much she meant to me. How deep mark she has left on my heart.

I remembered how she was always there whenever I was in a bad mood. She tried to comfort me in every way possible.

"And you only realized her worth when she did, what she wasn't supposed to do" I said to myself, guilt taking over me.