SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

12 - Corrected

I had set and axplained his work for him, all he had to do was research it and write stuff down. That was exactly what I was doing, so it was fair.

He had some of my notes displayed in front of him and sometimes I would glance up to spot him in full concentration.

I was quite proud, knowing I had tamed the Kim Taehyung for one night to do his work, i'm sure this would be a lot harder to get out of him if I wasn't faking my confidence.

Inside, everytime that I spoke, my heart was racing, I was nervous that I would screw up and make no sense. And I wasn't screwing up because I liked him or anything bizarre like that, I just wanted to make sure to him that I was here to work, not to admire. But he didn't know that, he probably thought I was calm right now, getting on with my work.

But I had been doing a lot, although, everything that was written on my page was already memorised and learnt, so it was really just a case of writing things down.

I peered up again. 

Hir dark hair hung over his head, shadowing his eyes, his lean hand moved over his paper as he wrote. I spotted the veins in his hand and silently gasped, he didn't notice the sharp air that I had just inhaled, but he did notice the coughing fit that had burst out of me.

I had suddenly gotten one of those painfully annoying tickles in my throat, I clasped one hand on my chest and the other over my mouth as I coughed, my eyes already watering from that itchy throat feeling.

I hear Taehyung quickly stand, the legs of the stool he was sat on scrape against the kitchen floor.

"Shit, are you good?" He asked startled, we had been working for about an hour in peaceful silence only for me to fuck it all up.

"Yea-" I start but immediately interrupting myself with more coughing. 

"Hold on." He said, walking up to a cupboard, I looked up to see what he was doing but had to close my eyes again as the itch in my throat only got worse.

I heard the tap turn on, water on full force, then it stopped. He placed a large glass of water in front of me.

"Thank you," I say, looking down, too embarrassed to show my tearful face. I took the glass and downed it's contents. I was jumping to the conclusion that I could at least handle the feeling of water flowing past my irritated throat but I was so terribly wrong as I started coughing again, my mouth full of water trying to escape.

I held both my hands over my mouth as prays of liquid were escaping.

"Slow down Y/n." 

I could hear Taehyung laughing an innocent laugh, his body behind mine. I really couldn't face him right now, this was fucking unbelievable.

I was almost over that sensation in my throat, my coughs relaxing, I felt Taehyung's hand on my back, he was trying to help.

He hesitantly rubbed that spot, I could sense that he was conflicted between this being a good idea or a bad one.

I swallowed what was left in my mouth, wiping water away from my chin and tears away from my eyes. 

I still didn't want to turn around, but I knew that I couldn't sit with my back to him all evening.

He removed his hand and stood back.

"Adorable," he chuckled. He had to be acting sarcastic, there's no way that choking like that in any world was cute.

"Ohh, my god." I say, my hands over my face.

He continued his laughter, sitting back down in is own seat.