When Stars Collide [KTH]

CHAPTER 7: Crazy! 😩

Time to Disachrge

Yn was talking to the doctor she shook her head as if she is denying something and whispered something to him. The doctor noded and patted her shoulder. He soon left. Yn's father approched her and then they both drove safely to home.

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A few days had passed since Yn's discharge, and though she was glad to be back in the comfort of her home, adjusting to life with a fractured right hand proved to be more challenging than she anticipated. She had always been so self-reliant, and now even simple tasks required twice the effort. The small things she'd once done without thinking now felt impossible. It was frustrating, but she tried her best not to dwell on it.

One quiet afternoon, a soft knock sounded at her bedroom door, surprising her. She hadn't been expecting anyone, and she wasn't sure who it could be. She called out, "Come in!"

The door swung open, and her heart jumped when Taehyung stepped inside, holding a small container and wearing that familiar, mischievous smile that always seemed to light up the entire room. He had come without any prior notice, his presence filling her space with an unexpected warmth.

"Taehyung?" She blinked, momentarily stunned. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Thought I'd surprise you," he replied, his voice soft as he closed the door behind him and moved closer to her bed. "Brought you some soup—figured you could use a little cheering up."

Her smile grew, genuine and bright. "You remembered my favorite..."

"Of course I did." He shrugged, trying to act casual, but there was a gentle sincerity in his voice that made her heart flutter. "How else would I make sure you're taking care of yourself?"

She glanced at the container, taking in the comforting aroma of the warm soup. Just as she reached out with her left hand to grab the spoon, she found herself struggling a little, her movements awkward and unsteady. Her fractured hand made even the simple task of eating feel like a monumental challenge.

Taehyung watched her for a few moments, his eyes softening as he took in her struggle. Without a word, he moved closer and gently took the spoon from her hand. "Here," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he dipped the spoon into the soup, "let me help."

Before she could even think to protest, he lifted the spoon, holding it close to her lips. She froze, caught off guard by the tenderness of his gesture, her cheeks warming as her gaze flickered from the spoon to his face. There was something so gentle, so caring in his eyes as he looked at her, waiting for her to take a sip.

For a moment, she was too shocked to move, her heart pounding as she tried to process the sudden closeness. Taehyung met her gaze, his expression soft yet insistent, as if to silently reassure her that it was okay. With a small nod, he tilted the spoon slightly, bringing it closer.

"Come on," he murmured, a hint of teasing in his tone. "It's not going to feed itself."

Her lips curled into a shy smile as she leaned forward and took a sip, the warmth of the soup spreading through her, both soothing and comforting. But it wasn't just the soup; it was the way he looked at her, the way his touch felt so steady and sure, that made her heart beat faster with every spoonful.

Each time he lifted the spoon, she found herself feeling both flustered and strangely content, like this quiet moment was meant just for them. There was a gentleness in his touch, a softness in his gaze that spoke louder than any words. At one point, a stray drop of soup lingered on her lip, and without thinking, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb, his fingers lingering against her cheek for a brief, electrifying second. Her breath caught, her eyes locked onto his, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to still.