One Day - TK

Take 7

"You actually had me worried out there. Though I had to deal with a blind man for the rest of my life." Jungkook chuckled.

No reply

"I mean I wouldn't complain, but still, you know what i mean yeah?" Jungkook quickly said in his defence.

No reply

"Jeez your eyes literally look bloodshot red, you know?" Jungkook asked, holding the elder's face again and slowly wiping the wet body with a towel.

No reply

"You alive?" Jungkook jokes, but his voice was dead serious.

"I mean , there is no pulse point in your eye, is there?"

Sighing and worried, Jungkook shaked the soft shoulders, until he finally managed to make eye contact with the elder who blinked for a moment before smiling sheepishly. Jungkook knew that smile all too well, it was the smile that hid secrets.

"I..I'm not feeling well all of a sudden.." Taehyung mumbled, fiddling with the towel and clutching it tightly against himself. It was probably the first time he felt so conscious and exposed and oddly vulnerable in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as he saw Taehyung wrapping the towel around his chest tightly. It is not even the slightest cold in the room, and surely Taehyung will never feel the need to cover up in front of him. Maybe he was not feeling well?

"Okay..you're getting red all over. Let me dry you up and get you in bed so you can get some sleep." Jungkook mumbled as he extended his arms towards the figure sitting on the kitchen counter.

The slight moving back of the elder confirmed Jungkook, that something was actually wrong. Taehyung never, ever moved back when Jungkook wanted to help him. Never

"I'm fine...I just had too much butter yesterday..." Taehyung spoke, not caring if his words made sense or not. He just needed Jungkook out of his eyes so he could think straight.. He was not supposed to feel this way in front of Jungkook- like a teenage girl squealing inside.

"Too much butter?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah ... .I was craving butter and ketchup so I mixed them and ate them without bread." Taehyung replied. This was true, but he knew the slight unusual feeling in his stomach is not because of his absurd choice of food- his stomach is way used to receiving and digesting trash.

Awkward silence followed before Taehyung decided to climb down from the counter, and so he didn't without slipping right into Jungkook's arms again and fuck- now he doesn't wanna let go. He held, onto those broad shoulders and the built in muscles on the back.

He held and held and held until Jungkook probably got fed up or something cause the next moment his legs were floating and he was carried upstairs, still wrapped in the thin fabric of the towel. And suddenly he didn't want the towel anymore. He was not naked , he had a wet boxer on so it wouldn't be a problem right? He squirmed and squirmed, wanting the towel to fall off his body.

But to no success, he landed safely in his bed, and clothes were placed in front of him as well.

"I will bring breakfast for you then? Since you're not feeling well." Jungkook spoke to the suddenly disappointed looking Taehyung.

Taehyung pouted. He wanted to pretend that his hands were not working so Jungkook could probably stay and help him change. Or maybe they could cook together and eat together and cuddle together- just the two of them.

But Jungkook left, and Taehyung was all alone, looking angrily at the clothes. Then suddenly he had the urge to pretend to have a fever or something so maybe Jungkook would take care of him, and touch him and help him change and maybe even give him a massage or something-

He is all messed up today.

Fuck

AN:

I hope last part was better than the other parts cause I spent a while writing that. I just gained my first follower, thank you so much for following me. 

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