One shots | Kim Taehyung

Pempering him | KTH

The usually vibrant melody of Taehyung's morning alarm was replaced by a sluggish groan that sent a jolt through you. You peeked over at your husband, his face scrunched up in a way that banished his usual playful grin. His forehead, normally cool to the touch, felt alarmingly warm.

"Tae?" you whispered, concern lacing your voice. He cracked open one eye, the usual sparkle replaced by a dull film. "Hey," he croaked, his voice rough and gravelly.

"Hey yourself," you murmured, already reaching for the thermometer. The red numbers confirmed your suspicions – a fever.  "You're burning up," you declared, placing a cool hand on his forehead.

Taehyung, who usually scoffed at anything remotely resembling sickness, just whimpered and burrowed deeper into the covers. This wasn't just a sniffle; this was full-blown, I-need-to-be-pampered sick. A small, triumphant smile tugged at your lips. Finally, the tables were turned.

You tiptoed around the room, gathering Taehyung's favorite soft blankets - the chunky knit one he always stole from you, the fluffy cloud-like throw he called his "security blanket," and a couple of lighter ones for good measure.

"Alright, Mr. Grumpy-gills," you teased softly, piling the blankets on the bed. A muffled groan escaped Taehyung, but you saw the corner of his lips twitch.

"Don't judge me," he mumbled, his voice thick with congestion. "I'm sick, not dead."

You chuckled, smoothing the blankets over him. "Right, Your Majesty," you said playfully, heading towards the closet.

Unraveling the electric heating pad, you tested it with your hand before placing it gently on his lower back. "This should help chase away the chills," you announced.

Taehyung winced slightly at the initial warmth but relaxed into it with a sigh. "Feels good," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed.

Disappearing into the kitchen, you rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out ginger root, honey, and lemons. The rhythmic thud of the mortar and pestle as you crushed the ginger filled the air, a comforting sound to your ears.

Moments later, you returned with a steaming mug, the fragrant mixture swirling with golden honey. "Soup for the sick prince," you announced with a grin.

Taehyung cracked open one eye, a playful glint returning to his gaze.  "Ugh, not soup," he whined, though the playful pout on his lips betrayed his lack of seriousness.

"Come on, this is magic potion," you insisted, holding the mug to his lips. "Ginger and honey, it'll knock this cold right out of you."

He sighed dramatically but took a tentative sip. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that's actually good," he mumbled, taking another sip.

You settled yourself next to him, propping the pillows up behind his back until he was comfortably propped up. "See? Magic potion," you said with a wink, fluffing the blankets around him.

The scent of the ginger and honey, along with the warmth of the blankets and the heating pad, seemed to have a powerful effect.  Taehyung's eyelids drooped heavily, and a soft snore escaped his lips.

The days blurred into a comforting routine. You became Taehyung's own personal assistant, a constant but gentle presence catering to his every whim (well, almost every whim).

A sniffle would have you leaping to grab a tissue box balanced precariously on the nightstand. "Bless you, love," you'd murmur, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

"Thanks," he'd mumble back, his voice thick with congestion. "More water?" he'd croak, his eyes pleading.

You'd disappear into the kitchen, returning with a chilled glass adorned with a playful cartoon straw. "Here you go, Your Highness," you'd announce with a mock bow, earning a weak smile from him.