Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #49 Personal Nurse

The room felt bitter. The curtains whipped and twirled as the breeze whistled through his bedroom. A clean scent rested under my nostrils, autumn leaves clattering against the floorboards. I sat in the far corner, closest to the window in attempts to stay clear of the frigid wind. Taehyung insisted on keeping the windows open. He stressed his yearning for nature in a long splatter of words painted in the format of a documentary narrator. For the past week he's insisted that I spend the nights in his room.

At first I made no complaints. However, the only place he gave me to sleep was a stiff couch half the size of my body. In addition, I haven't been able to get a genuine wink of sleep because of the merciless October breeze. No matter how pathetically I pleaded, he was determined to keep his windows wide open. Repeated from the last few restless nights, my mind was constrained by the dreary routine of counting the cracks on the ceiling.

He gained his voice back rather quickly, but he still made audible wheezes through the night, a constant reminder of my stupid mistakes. I've heard gossip that his closest business partners are pulling strands from their scalp in the face of withholding Taehyung's relations. 

Taehyung still offers a helping hand in making the executive decisions, but in retrospect, this week would mark his first ever "vacation". In a sick way, you could say I'm also taking a "vacation". My guilt led me to agree to his tedious conditions.

Like a personal nurse, I'm forced to be at his beck and call every hour of every day. That means no bartending, no solitude, and no contact whatsoever with anyone else. It pains me especially because not a single one of my closest friends have made much of an effort to relieve me from my misery. 

In fact, I feel almost completely ignored. Not even Jimin has spared me a call. A few texts perhaps, but still, a rather dry attempt at maintaining contact. I felt like a prisoner of my own stupidity. This outrageous situation was all because of an innocent gesticulation to a fucked up predicament.

Every other minute I'll hear "Jeon", "Jungkook", "Darling", "Kook", whatever name Taehyung could pull out of his ass. I felt like his errand boy. If I wasn't feeding, dressing, washing, or tending to him, I was listening to Taehyung's painfully long business speeches. 

I was required to write down every word and hand it off to his companions. Not only was I Taehyung's nurse and errand boy, now I was his secretary too. The following Monday morning started no different. Just past dawn, Taehyung was already ordering me around like a servant.

"I'm thirsty."

"Fetch my breakfast."

"Give me a detailed weather report for today."

"Read my new new emails."

"I need a cold rag, a bowl of ice along with it.'"

"I mustn't take my medications with water, it has to be hibiscus tea."

"Bring me another book, this one's too jaunty."

Whatever mindless request he had, I had to simply obey. It kept the housekeepers off my back and whispers quieter. At first I assumed Taehyung would simply spend his recovery in solitude, I was so very wrong. He could tend to his own needs, I knew that solely based on knowing the man for all these years. 

But he was finding luxury in my agony. Instead of holding up his image of perfection, he'd rather play victim and watch the world point their fingers at me in disapproval. I never originally pegged him for a fucking damsel.

Today was different. I was sleep deprived and my patience was smeared thin. Frankly, patient or not, if he pissed me off I was ready to let him have it.