Sick Day

Kim Taehyung- Sick Day

{y/n's pov}

Reaching your hand out you try to feel for your device, in an attempt to stop the repetitive beeping tone playing from it, letting you know you have a text message. In defeat you open your eyes, your gaze landing on your phone, repeatedly flashing on and off. The same name popping up, Kim Taehyung, what does he want now? You think to yourself.

T: Hey Y/N!

T: Y/N Please answer.

T: It's important!

T: I need you to come over fast!

T: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You look at all the messages, 'don't worry y/n I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, don't panic' You whisper underneath your breath before replying.

Y/N: Oppa? Are you okay, what's wrong? Has something happened?

Within seconds he responds.

T: I can't explain, just please come over now!

Y/N: I'm on my way! Be there in 10!

T: HURRY!!!!!

With that you hastily jump out of the bed, swiftly removing the covers sending a cold chill down your spine, as your body comes into contact with the icy cold air that bites at your skin. A merry go round of thoughts whirl in your head, pessimistic phrases ring in your ears, what if he's in trouble? Quickly you remove those thoughts from your mind, before changing into a soft grey jumper, black jogging bottoms, a beanie and a fuzzy snow coat with foax fur, for extra warmth. Hurriedly you apply your makeup before putting on your knee length boots. You grab your bag and keys from the counter top before scurrying out of the door way into the bitterly cold morning, snow falling to the ground.

Finally you reach his apartment within 2 minutes, ringing the bell you wait for an answer, when you hear none, you instantly take out the spare key he had given you months ago, unlocking the door and barging in. Looking around you don't see him anywhere so you call out "Taehyung where are you?" "In the bedroom" You hear a faint response so quiet it could have been a whisper. Heading to his bedroom you hear sniffles, you open the entrance to reveal him laying in bed underneath the covers, with a little red nose. "Hey jagi, come cuddle with me" he utters in a husky voice. You feel the annoyance rising within "Kim Taehyung do you know how worried I've been, I thought something bad had happened to you. I was worried sick, but instead you are laying in bed with a slight cold asking for a cuddle. Never scare me like that again." You lecture him, throwing a pillow at his face causing him to groan. "Sorry jagi" he natters cutely, while making an adorable face, knowing you can't resist his cuteness. Chuckling you look at him "Pabo" you say, before moving closer to him, into his warm embrace. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your neck, he moves his head leaning in to kiss you, but you place your hand in front of his mouth before he can do so. "No kisses. You're sick and I don't wish for you to pass on your germs to me thank you very much." He pouts at what you just said, you knew what you had said was a bit too harsh, you then cup his left check before kissing him softly, creating butterflies in your stomach, your eyes closing. You pull away looking at his smooth features, taking in every aspect of his visage, his unparalleled beauty, his hair the colour of warm chestnuts on a crisp fall day, his auburn eyes shadowed by a luscious dark nimbus of lashes, radiant tanned skin, no whitewash added. Just the normal, sleepy Taehyung you love, not the idol, just him, your loving boyfriend who you adore . "Y/N" he mumbles a smile creeping onto his face, you look away concentrating your gaze on the wall in front, realizing that you were staring at him for so long, a wave of embarrassment consumes you, and you feel a fresh blush blooming on your pale cheeks. "You're so cute when you blush" he speaks knocking you out of your daze, you burry your head into his chest so he would not see you flustered. Running his fingers through your hair he softly sings in your ear before conversing "Y/N can we just stay here today, I want to spend the day with you, like this cuddling." "Sure Oppa how about I bring some movies and popcorn?" "You're the best jagiya". Walking into the kitchen you look around trying to find anything that would make Taehyung feel the slightest bit better, your eyes land upon a packet of popcorn, you put the packet into the microwave listening closing to the crackling of the packet, you reach into the fridge/freezer pulling out a box of pizza, ice-cream and ramen. You open up the microwave, a sweet buttery aroma engulfing your nostrils, taking you back to the movie nights you used to have a sleepovers. How nostalgic. Before going back in you make sure to pick up blankets, pillows and tissues. You walk back in placing everything on the duvet, wrapping the blanket around Tae, making sure he is comfortable, you begin to stroll into the kitchen once more, before a hand grips your wrist pulling you backwards almost making you fall. "Where are you going Y/N?" Taehyung mutters, his eyes barely open "To make my needy boyfriend a hot chocolate to make him feel better? Marshmallows and cream?" you ask knowing the answer already, slowly he nods his head, you turn around to walk off when he speaks again "Jagi?" You stop in your tracks "Yes?" you enquire raising an eyebrow. "Thank you. For everything." "You're welcome Oppa." You chuckle softly at his adorability, and his charming sleepy smirk. A few moments later you come in with two hot chocolates, putting the film into the dvd player, an crawl into bed handing Taehyung his mug. "Thank you" he speaks sipping the drink, he removes the cup from his lips revealing a white fluffy moustache painted on his upper lip "Tae, I think you've got a little foam above your lip" you giggle childishly, "Maybe you can get it off me then" he pouts his lips waiting for a kiss. "Not a chance" you snigger. "Fine" he says wiping it off, you both settle down beneath the covers, he pulls you into his chest hugging you closely, you rest you head on his muscular shoulder nuzzling into him, you hands intertwining. Every two minutes he would sniffle or sneeze, not that you care. All that matters is being close to him, his arms wrapped contently around your waist, he nuzzles into you, his nose rubbing against your neck. You lift you eyes to look at him once more, his fixed on the TV screen. Only now do you see his hair messy and untidy, small bags under his eyes, but still perfect. Taehyung carefully lifts his head from your chest, scrunching his nose softly rubbing it against yours, then he grabs both of your cheeks is his fingers, squishing them "Jagi, I'm sorry I had to you're just so cute!" He exclaims, in response you pinch his cheeks making him yelp in pain, "Sorry Y/N". "Can we take a selca" he asks tenderly. "Sure", he opens up snapchat pointing the camera towards the two of you "okay 1- 2 -" suddenly he kisses your cheek quickly taking the photo, and adding it to his story. "You are cheeky, you know that right?" You say staring at the photo, it was cute after all, you watched him set it as his wallpaper, and you feel your heart flutter at his cuteness. You mumble "Now we have to take another one so I can set it as my background", you notice his face light up at your words, "Really?" "Really" he squeals slightly. You point the camera and take a photo of the both of you replicating the duck face, you two were always like this, always being strange, fooling around, it's what you love most about him. The both of you snuggle back down, and he buries his face in your hair, wrapping his arms back around your side, pulling you closer, "I love you so much Jagiya, So much." "I love you too Tae, I really do" "I should be sick more often, so we can cuddle all day" he says chuckling sleepily. You snuggle into him even more, in his warm embrace you can't help but feel tired, you slowly start drifting of, your eyelids become heavier, you look up once more at the beautiful boy you're cuddling with "Goodnight Jagi~" he whispers quietly, hugging you even tighter, planting a soft peck on the tip of your nose. "Goodnight Oppa" the words barely leaving your mouth, before you fall into a deep sleep. What a beautiful sick day it had been.