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Time to Disachrge
A few days after Yn came home from the hospital, she was happy to be back. But dealing with a broken right hand was tough. She liked doing things on her own, and now even tying her hair was hard. She hated asking for help. It was annoying, but she was trying her best.
One quiet afternoon, she heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. She wasn't expecting anyone and hoped it wasn't her dad checking on her again for the 100th time.
"Come in!" she called out.
The door opened, and there was Taehyung. His handsome face, his perfect smile, holding a small container that smelled like curry...or soup maybe.
"Taehyung?" she blinked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Good to see you too," he replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I thought I'd surprise you. Brought soup. Because clearly, someone can't take care of herself."
Yn raised an eyebrow, her lips were shaking as if she couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or laugh. "Excuse me, I'm perfectly capable—"
"Yeah, sure," he cut her off, pulling a chair closer to her bed. "If you call spilling half your coffee down your shirt this morning perfectly capable."
Her jaw dropped. "You weren't even here! How do you—"
"Your dad told me." He smirked, placing the container on her bedside table like he'd just won an argument. "Seriously, Yn. You're so careless sometimes."
"Asshole," she muttered, glaring at him as she crossed her arms—or tried to, given her useless right hand. "I'm sitting here with a broken hand, and you're cursing me out?"
"Yeah, well, you're lucky I'm here at all," he shot back. "Now, shut up and eat."
Yn chuckled softly and reached for the spoon with her left hand. She tried to steady it, her fingers trembling slightly as she dipped the spoon into the soup. But as she lifted it toward her lips, her movements grew unsteady, and the soup dripped back into the container.
Taehyung watched her struggle silently for a moment before stepping forward, a smile tugging his lips . "You're going to starve at this rate," he teased, plucking the spoon from her grasp.
"Taehyung, I can—".
"Shh," he interrupted, scooping up some soup and bringing it close to her mouth. As Taehyung held the spoon near her mouth, his sparkling eyes locked onto hers, making her feel as if they held the universe within. The intensity in his deep gaze, caused her to melt inside. His lips were slightly parted, and his warm, charming expression was so captivating that it could melt the coldest ice or even stone.
"Come on," he interrupted, pretending to be serious. "My hands are getting tired."
Yn looked at him, torn between surprise and amusement. His expression softened, and she couldn't resist. Slowly, she leaned forward and took a bite. The warm soup comforted her, and her cheeks turned pink from their closeness.
