It all began when the nation's most renowned mafia entered the residence of Y/N, a modest young woman whose only aspirations were to complete her college education and lead a tranquil existence. Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to undergo a pr...
Kim Taehyung? Why did that name sound so familiar? You gazed at the man for a moment, trying to place where you heard it before, before eventually dismissing the thought. It must be me overthinking again. . .
"And you?" Taehyung inquired.
"Huh?"
"Your name?"
"Y/N. My name is Y/N," you said, trying to sound as confident as possible.
His gaze snapped up to meet yours, a penetrating intensity that seems to reach into the depths of your soul, his eyes ablaze with a glimmering allure. After a brief moment of silence, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure.
"Do you need help treating your wounds?" you offered.
Taehyung nodded. You disappeared into another room to retrieve the first aid kit. In just a matter of seconds, you reappeared, bearing bandages and medicine to tend to his injuries. You was about to leave to give him privacy when he called your name.
"Y/N," Taehyung explained, "I'm in no position to help myself. My hands can barely move, and I have a few cuts in places I can't reach."
You inhaled deeply before approaching Taehyung once more. You knelt in front of him, clutching the first aid kit firmly. Slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, you gained full access to his chest. You simply stared in awe at his sculpted abs, utterly captivated by the intense yet enticing scene before you.
"Done staring, sweetheart?" Taehyung smirked.
Hearing this, you blushed, turning your head in the opposite direction to avoid eye-contact.
"You know, Y/N, it's rude to not look at someone when they're talking to you," Taehyung said.
He gently tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You both locked eyes for a solid minute before you carefully wiggled yourself from his hold. With a dollop of healing cream in hand, you extended your arm toward his collarbone, targeting a minor cut, and halted your motion just an inch away from Taehyung's skin.
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"I don't have all day, honey," Taehyung remarked.
You screamed internally. Don't overthink this, Y/N. Just dab the ointment on him, it's not that hard. Taking a deep breath, your hand finally met his body. Yep, Y/N, you're doing great. Keep up the good work!
"All done," you managed to squeak.
"Hmm. My leg now," Taehyung responded.
You nodded, your fingers delicately unwrapping the bandage that clung to Taehyung's wound, its once white hue now stained a dark, ominous red. A sharp and shaky break escaped your lips as the deep gash was revealed before you sending shivers down your spine.
"D—Does it hurt bad?" you stuttered, your voice barely more audible than a whisper.
Taehyung didn't respond. He just stared at you.
"All right. We're going to have to clean the wound first," you said, calming yourself down. You reached for a pair of blue rubber gloves and a damp cloth, which you then moistened with some soap. With caution to avoid letting soap into the wound, you disinfected it thoroughly. You then gently applied antibiotic cream and skillfully wrapped a fresh bandage securely around his thigh. You felt his his eyes on you the whole time.
Thank you for reading chapter 2! I'll be adding a chapter everyday, so please leave me a comment <3333 Love you guys! Have a Taehyung!
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