7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

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Pick up the phone, idiot. I dialed Taehyung's number for the 5th time but he still did not answer. Come on. Instead, I dialed Hoseok's number and smiled when he answered.

"Hobi, will you text me Taehyung's address? I need to talk with him."

"Sure." Hoseok answered easily. "Good luck~"

"Thanks." I hung up and slipped on my shoes, patting Chico. The text came through after a little bit and I left the house, heading to the bus. Swallow your pride, Hana. Yoongi is right, I need to tell Taehyung about Dae Young before he finds out I know.

I waited for the bus, clutching my shoulders as I hugged myself to keep warm. I should give Taehyung's scarf back... But I don't want to go all the way back. The bus came before I could decide anyways and I quickly got on, choosing to stand instead of sit.

Taehyung, you child... You better be glad I'm a nice person. If I hadn't gone with Yoongi last night, I would not be coming after you right now.

I dozed a bit and finally reached the stop, getting off and reading the address once more. I wandered until I found the address and knocked on his door. But, of course, no answer.

"Taehyung! Taehyung-ah!" I banged on the door. "Are you home?!"

No answer.

"Aish, this kid." I stopped banging on his door and turned to leave but couldn't. Turning to face the door again, I turned the knob and was surprised when it opened. "Taehyung-ah?" I called into the silent house.

I stepped in cautiously, slipping off my shoes. Am I going to get yelled at for barging in? The door was unlocked though.

I looked around the house but there was no signs of him being home. I was about to leave when I realized his bedroom door was half open. I pushed open the door a bit and saw a sleeping Taehyung.

I sighed and opened the door a bit wider. "Taehyung." I spoke loudly but he didn't move. Is he dead? I entered his room and stood beside his bed, noticing beads of sweat trickling down his face. Panicked, I put my hand to his forehead and pulled away in shock. He's burning up! "Taehyung!" I shook his shoulder a bit and he lazily opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with exhaustion.

"Get lost." He growled in a husky voice and closed his eyes again.

"Get lost?" I huffed.

"Yes."

I left his room and sought out a cloth and a bowl, filling the bowl with cold water and putting the cloth inside the bowl. This kid can't even take care of himself. I carried the large bowl back to his room and set it on the table beside his bed, his breathing indicating that he was asleep once again. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I squeezed out most of the water from the cloth, wiped most of his sweat off, and folded it neatly on his forehead.

I sat there for a very long time, re-soaking the cloth when needed and putting it back to his forehead. This isn't how I wanted to spend my day.

After another long while, he woke up, his eyes shining a bit more clear than they were when he told me to get lost when I first arrived. He stared at me for a long while before speaking in his low, husky voice.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" I sighed, moving the towel to feel his forehead again and comparing the temperature to his cheek. "How are you still hot?" I dipped the cloth in the water again, squeezed it out, and folded it back onto his forehead.

"For making you look bad in Suwon." His eyes never left my face and I was beginning to feel a bit awkward.

"Then I'm also sorry for swearing at you."