Supremacy || Taekook

34

The bed seemed cold this morning. That's what jumped out at me when I half-opened my eyelids, ready to endure the light of day.

But nothing.

Frowning, I glanced at the alarm clock on my right on the small nightstand. Three fifty-eight. Oh. It wasn't really time to get up after all. But then, where was Taehyung?

Slightly worried, I sat up in the comfortable bed but too big for me on my own, pushing the blanket with a weak hand.

My feet landed on the ground and I winced a little as I felt the usual heaviness in my hip; During the night, the medication no longer took effect, but I didn't really feel it because I was usually asleep.

I gently closed the bedroom door behind me and shivered while holding my arms. The weather outside was freezing, and even though my boss's house had air conditioning, the t-shirt he lent me didn't keep me warm outside of bed.

I pulled up my shorts - the ones that the blond had also given me for the night - correctly on my hips, taking care not to press the elastic on my bandage, then pursed my lips as I glanced towards the stairs. All the lights downstairs were off. He didn't seem to have gone down.

"Sir...?" I ventured to ask, my voice low but audible. No response, unsurprisingly.

Slowly but surely, a rush of adrenaline crept up my windpipe, so much so that I had difficulty swallowing. It was when I glanced towards the bathroom, not far from Taehyung's room, that I saw a thread of light from under the door.

My steps instantly headed in that direction, but my pace remained unsteady and silent. I was truly afraid of what I was going to see when I entered this room. It was rare for Taehyung to leave the bed in the middle of the night. I heard a strange noise, something really disturbing like strangulation.

A cold sweat ran down my spine and I hastened to open the door, violently, the fear of what could happen to my superior prevailing over my incessant questions which prevented me from acting.

The door gave way immediately, not being locked, and what I saw made my eyes widen. My feet planted themselves on the ground, cemented, as my two frantic orbs tried to comprehend the scene.

Taehyung, standing in front of the toilet, hands on the wall, mouth half open and breathing ragged.

"S-Sir...? -Go back... Sleep..." He struggled to articulate, without even glancing at me. With my mouth half open, I continued to stare at him and it was when he wiped his lips with a tired hand that I finally understood the scene that was unfolding before my eyes.

Taehyung was throwing up. His fingers came to catch the toilet flush, which he still pulling, ignoring me, then he began a weary walk towards the sink.

There, he placed both hands on the marble and it was when he raised his face towards the mirror that our eyes met. His was exhausted, and mine worried.

My frozen, tense features betrayed my shock, which is why he sighed, lowering his head to turn on the faucet as he spoke again.

"I'm fine. Go to sleep, I'll catch up with you later." He said in a broken voice. There was no way I was going to go back to sleep while the blond was sick, no, I wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore anyway.

Slowly, I entered the bathroom and approached him. He took a sip or two of water between his lips then spat them out to clean his mouth. I could even see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, now that I was by his side. When he grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth and chin dripping with water, this time he gave me a harder look.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep.-  -I do not want to." He sighed through his nose as he closed his eyes, reopening them almost immediately as he crossed his arms over his chest, his black pupils fixed on me.