Arranged Art of Love: Diamonds and Dreams ( KTH ff)

27. When We Gave In

Screw whatever I said earlier. You’re not going anywhere. Just… stay.”

There was something in his tone, something that made it impossible for me to refuse. I found myself still there, even though I wasn’t entirely sure why.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to make of his words. His eyes never left mine, and after a while, I reached out to check his temperature again. His forehead was still warm, though the thermometer showed a slight improvement. Time lost all meaning as I sat there, my eyes locked on his. I don’t know how long I sat there, just watching over him as he lay back down and drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up with sunlight streaming across my face, disoriented and unsure of where I was. It took a moment for me to realize that I had fallen asleep in Taehyung’s room. But the most surprising part was the fact that my head somehow ended up resting on his chest, my legs still hanging in the air.

What…? Where am I…? I thought, my mind scrambling to make sense of the situation. I must have dozed off while sitting on the corner of the bed, but how had I ended up like this?

As I was trying to piece everything together, Taehyung stirred beneath me, waking up with a slight look of surprise in his eyes. I quickly pulled away, standing up trying to brush off the awkwardness.

“Oh, you’re awake,” I said hurriedly, trying to regain some composure. “How’s your fever now?”

Without giving him a chance to answer, I reached out and checked his forehead and neck again. Thankfully, his body was no longer hot; the fever had broken.

“Good, the fever’s gone,” I mumbled, more to myself than to him. Then, without another word, I turned and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I leaned against the door for a moment, taking a deep breath as I tried to process what had just happened. I slept in the same room with him. What just happened? Was it real? How could I have slept in his room, on his chest? I couldn't wrap my head around the situation.

I quickly got ready for work, trying to push the thoughts away. I headed downstairs, noticing that Anna had already prepared breakfast. Taehyung was still in his room. After Anna left, I grabbed my coat, keys, and a few files and hurried out the door.

I had left a note for Taehyung, telling him to take the day off, and I was relieved that I didn’t have to face him again so soon. Before leaving, I had checked on him—he was still asleep.

The entire day, I tried to distract myself, but my mind kept wandering back to the previous night. Did I regret sleeping next to him—or, rather, over him? I didn't feel bad, nor did I regret it. But I couldn’t make sense of my emotions. Maybe I was just tired. After all, we're housemates, so it’s not that bad, right?

The clock struck 6 PM, and I left work, picking up a few tablets for him just in case he needed them. When I got home, I noticed the dinner was ready—Anna must have cooked it on time since I had called her. The living room was empty, and I couldn’t bring myself to check on Taehyung. I saw his door was slightly open and the lights on, so I knew he was in his room. I tossed my purse and coat onto the couch and headed to the bathroom.

The warm water cascading down my body soothed my nerves, washing away the stress of the day. But then, out of nowhere, a blast of cold water hit me, making me jolt upright. What the—? The showerhead suddenly broke, cold water splashing everywhere, followed by a burst of hot water.

“Ahh, what the hell is this!” I muttered, goosebumps rising on my skin. I didn’t even have my clothes with me. How was I supposed to fix this? The temperature kept fluctuating, and I had no idea how to stop it.