Supremacy || Taekook

24

It's been a while since Taehyung left, now. I knew he went to settle the matter with Sungra, and it made me more or less uncomfortable; in fact, I knew that he was not going to hesitate to use force to make her speak, and knowing that she was a young girl made it difficult for me to breathe.

I had to see her for what she was: an enemy of the network who had incited Hanseul to shoot me. But it was difficult, my naive and overly kind nature forced me to feel a certain compassion for her.

I pursed my lips as I stared blankly at the television. I felt like I was going to be bored when Taehyung wasn't here, so I had to find something to do. I stood up and grabbed my crutches.

In two hours, I would be able to take painkillers again. I still felt the unpleasant shooting in my hip, but as long as I didn't move too much it was bearable.

When I walked, though, I couldn't help but grimace. Besides, I had sent a message to Hoseok to reassure him.

He replied that he was starting to worry, but that he imagined I wouldn't say more. I also planned to contact my mother during the day, but I preferred to wait to call. I stared at the stairs, crutches in hand.

I had to shower. It was going to be difficult, yes, but for now there was the stairs stage. I moved a little closer and raised one foot. I surprised myself that it wasn't that bad, so I was able to climb up without too much difficulty, making sure to lean on my crutches and not my legs.

Once upstairs, I headed to the bathroom. I was wearing Taehyung's clothes currently, and he had taken them out of his closet yesterday, which is why I decided to put on the same ones after I washed. But I had to change my underwear... I blushed as I went towards my superior's room.

For a moment, I looked at his cupboard, not really knowing what to do. Should I send him a message to get his... Authorization, or something like that? I rolled my eyes, tired of always torturing my mind. I'm sure he wouldn't refuse me stealing his underwear, I had no other choice. I then timidly went to open his wardrobe, my cheeks red, and directly saw a drawer, which I opened to discover boxers only.

black, white or gray and pairs of socks of the same colors. That didn't surprise me coming from a man as sober as the brunette. I reached out to grab the clothes, taking them somewhat at random, and closed the wardrobe doors.

I ignored my reflection through them and found myself in the bathroom.

I locked the door and sighed as I looked at the shower. That should do it, I just shouldn't touch my bandage. I once again used a small cabinet next to the sink to grab a washcloth and a towel. I had a lot of difficulty doing everything on my own; already, just taking off my clothes was an ordeal. The problem, which I had already spoken about, was above all that all my daily actions were reduced to slow motion. It was unbearable.

Pulling down my sweatpants took me almost a full minute, and I could add one more with my boxers.

I reached under the shower head and took hold of it; If I left it hanging on the wall it would instantly wet my whole body, and therefore my wound.

I then took my shower very slowly, again, making sure to wet the parts of my body one by one. I put on the washcloth next, enjoying cleaning myself - it felt like it had been ages since I'd showered - and sighed happily as I wrapped myself in a towel on the way out.

My bandage was damp, but not completely wet. Taehyung was going to have to change it soon... As I put on my underwear and my boss's pajamas, I surprised myself by feeling really good. I smelled good, my skin was soft and these pleasant sensations made me want to sink into cool sheets and sleep soundly. I did it, but on the sofa, downstairs.