KTH || ONE SHOTS||

Injured

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The sunrays peek through the window disturbing your deep slumber, getting irritated through it you pull the sheets over only to groan in pain. Your loud groan woke up the person beside you, a sigh escaped his mouth seeing you struggling in your sleep. Putting the curtains, he saw your face calmed, going back into sleep as a smile made its way on his face without him knowing himself.

Y/N pov. :-

I heard the footsteps approaching as I immediately slide the packet besides, the drawer of my bed. Dusting the invisible dust of my clothes, I wiped my mouth to not look suspicious in his eyes. Taehyung entered the room with a tray of breakfast, a lovely gesture with a face void of any emotions. Not that I mind, actions speaks louder than words.

No not again.

The food in front of me was not a food a normal person eats. For fuck sake's I am not suffering from diarrhea.

 Give me normal food!!!!

"Taehyung, I told you thousand times, I am a doctor myself and trust me I am just externally injured, there is no internal damage. So please give me food like a normal person, not these boiled vegetables and soup." I whined pointing at the tray.

"You ate it," he spoke, in his deep calm voice. "Again" voice deeper. He sighed. "Who the hell bring it you, I didn't even bring any?" He said lowly more like asked himself to think of the possibilities of me getting it.

Taehyung opened the drawer of my nightstand only to see it being full of snacks and chocolates. I bite my tongue holding myself to not whine over getting caught up with my snacks again. Yeah! when your man is stubborn like Kim Taehyung you have to ask help from outside to keep up with your foodie self. How was he even able to think I am going to survive on this diet given by him, no not possible.

 My decision of not to whine didn't last long as Taehyung took out all the things from the drawer ready to throw them out. I was ready to run behind him to stop him, only for me glare harder at the plaster on my leg. 

Bloody Hell!!!!!

"Now, eat." He said forwarding the spoon near my lips. A huff left out my mouth before opening it to take the food in. "I know you're not internally injured, but it will help you the buildup the loss you had on your body. You have to gain your strength back" he hummed a little in the end making me take another bite of the food. Despite the ridiculous taste of food, I am eating right now I found his gesture too endearing to acknowledge anything else.

"We are going to Miss.Min for the check up for your shoulder spica." He said after me finishing the breakfast.

"NO WAY!!" my yell did startle the man in front of me. "I am not going anywhere like this." I put a good eye on my disheveled attire before shaking my head in negative. "I work there, I can't go like this. Let me get a little better than we will go." I said only to get ignored by the man who fed me.

I haven't bathed for days. My body stings. My hairs are in every direction they are not supposed to be. and I don't even have the guts to look at my state in the mirror how I am supposed to go like this where I work. but how I am able to make this understand him only if I was able to do things on my own. Only if I haven't rushed in the adrenaline. 

So, basically it happened during my working hours in the hospital, when a thief run away stealing an old lady's purse. As a response I was quick to run after him to catch him, but things never happened how we want them. For sure I did catch him but both of us fell well from the stairs of the hospital, getting injured. Luckily, I just got my left ankle fractured, right knee bruised, a sprain on my wrist and a minor shoulder dislocation. Oh! I forgot the small scratch over my forehead.