You nodded in response and went to change your clothes, quickly getting dressed.
I decided to grab a grey sweater from Taehyung's room, knowing it would help keep him warm. As I made my way downstairs to the basement, where the car was parked, I passed by the maids who were tasked with taking care of the mansion. They gave me curious glances as I hurried past them, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Taehyung's well-being.
Reaching the car, I handed the sweater to the driver and thanked him for his assistance. With a nod, he helped me into the vehicle, and soon I was on my way to Jimin's base.
During the drive, I couldn't shake off the worry gnawing at my heart. Despite everything, Taehyung's safety remained my top priority. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened during the mission that left him injured. The thought of him in pain made my chest tighten with concern.
Arriving at the base, I was greeted by Jimin, suga and my kookie I was happy to see them fine and then jimin said,
jm: "Ahhhh, Y/n, it smells so good! Please serve it. Ahh, I can't wait!"
I smiled at them, watching their anticipation for the food I had prepared. Then, Suga oppa asked me,
suga: "Y/n, what's that in your hand?"
yn: "Uh, it's for Taehyung. He'll feel cold when he gets up,"
I explained to Suga oppa, and he hummed in response.
As everyone enjoyed their meal, the doctor entered the room and addressed us,
doc: "Mrs. Kim, Mr. Kim, Taehyung is fine, and you can meet him, but he's not awake yet,"
the doctor informed us. then jk gulped his food and said,
jk: "Buttercup, you can take the food to Taehyung hyung since he didn't have dinner either,"
JK suggested kindly, and I nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. I made my way to the medical room to see Taehyung. As soon as I saw him, my heart felt relieved. His eyes were open, and I went towards him, sitting beside him. However, to my surprise, he ignored me or didn't seem to notice me. I called out to him, but his response was unexpected.
Tae: "Aera.........."
He still loves her. Why does he love her when she ran away? I don't know what happened, but I'm 100 percent sure that she ran away. I know her and her behavior,
I pondered silently, feeling a mixture of confusion and frustration.
But as I sat beside Taehyung, feeling perplexed by his reaction, I sensed someone's eyes on me. Unbeknownst to me, someone was watching. It was...
Tae: "Why the hell are you here? Are you stalking me or seducing me, huh? You bitch!" Taehyung's unexpected outburst left me stunned and hurt.
I looked at him and then said,
Y/n: "Taehyung, what are you talking about? I'm not stalking you or trying to seduce you. I'm here because I care about you and wanted to make sure you're okay."
Tae:"I don't need this fucking fake concern from you. You should be in Hollywood with your acting skills. You'd win an Oscar for sure,"
Taehyung spat out bitterly, his words laced with frustration.
my heart sank at Taehyung's harsh words. I felt a pang of hurt, but instead of retaliating, I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
yn: "Taehyung, I understand you're upset, but please don't say things you'll regret later. I'm not acting. I genuinely care about you, and I'm here because I want to help."\
Tae: "Yeah Yaeh! what ever."
Suddenly, Taehyung started to shiver, his attempt to warm himself with his arms proving futile. However, noticing his discomfort, I smiled, realizing the significance of the sweater she had brought for him.
Yn: "you need this?"
I showed him the sweater, and he took it from your hand, intending to wear it. However, he couldn't put it on due to his injured arm.
yn; "may I help Mr.kim?"
He didn't respond, but I interpreted his silence as agreement. Gently, I held the sweater and helped him put it on, making sure he was comfortable.
Taehyung glanced at my standing figure, his expression unreadable as he looked down, absently playing with his fingers. The chill in the room seemed to mirror his cold demeanor.
Despite the tension in the air, I couldn't help but giggle softly before mustering up the courage to speak. Gathering your thoughts, I decided to ask him something.
Yn: "you hungry Mr.kim.'
As soon as you spoke, his stomach growled loudly, breaking the tension in the room. Taehyung's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he quickly placed his hand on his stomach, biting his lip and closing his eyes in embarrassment.
Sure, here's a rewritten version:
As you approached him with the tray, he attempted to eat with his hands but found it difficult. So, you gently took the tray, positioning it within your reach. With chopsticks in hand, you began to feed him. Throughout the meal, his eyes remained fixed on you, conveying gratitude and perhaps a sense of admiration for your kindness.
Tae's Pov
Why is she showing so much care when I dislike her? Why does she bother to care for me, even when I use hurtful words towards her? I don't understand her behavior. Even Aera didn't show this level of concern for me. But why is she? Whatever her reasons may be, her care is making me feel confused and conflicted. What if she's only doing it for attention or something else? I don't know, but it's driving me crazy.
After filling the glass with water, she handed it to me. As I reached for it to drink, she halted my motion and instead passed me the pills. I obediently placed them in my mouth and washed them down with the water. Then, she spoke softly, saying...
Yn: "Go to sleep, it's already 4 o'clock. Or do you want to meet your friends? Wait, let me call them. You can talk to them and then go to sleep, hm?"
As she stepped out, Jimin, JK, and Suga arrived and settled around me. They inquired about how I was feeling, and after a brief exchange, JK and Suga departed, leaving me alone with Jimin. Then, Jimin began to speak.
"I guess you should stop thinking about Aera and focus on Y/N."
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Fateful Exchange
Fanfictiona girl named joen yn she was a step sister of joen Aera yn lost her parents when she was 5 years old and got adopted no one loves her in her house and on the day of marriage something happens which changed her life up side down. what happened that...