Key (BTS fanfiction)

Make-Shift Shower

"Taehyung you need to give her a break."

The man named Jin says in a motherly tone, his arms folded across his chest as he stares down at Taehyung, who hasn't left my side the entire day. He pouts before scooting away, plopping down on the other side of the couch and turning on T.V.

"I mean it Taehyung, she needs rest."

The man glances at me and smiles, his expression tired but caring.

"Do you want anything?"

He asks and I shake my head, having refused to move from the couch since I arrived. I'm worried if I move something will snap.

"Here I'm going to take your temperature."

He says and I lean away, not liking the thought of being poked at. He comes back a moment later with a white thermometer, bending down to my level and offering it to me. I shake my head, knowing I'm running a fever and preferring to ignore it.

"Sweetheart just let me check. It'll take two seconds."

I growl, watching his eyes turn into saucers. The staring contest begins and I find myself studying his face. He's definitely beautiful, undeniably so. He's calm, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. Slowly I open my mouth, letting him stick the metal instrument inside.

Beep!

"Oh dear you're running a fever..."

He says, placing his wrist against my forehead. I flop back onto the couch, exhausted.

"Can I sleep already?"

I mutter, closing my eyes and sliding into unconsciousness.

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The next few days I wake up periodically, exhaustion still draining me from being able to do any more than occasionally eat or drink. Sometimes I wake to a circle of garlic cloves, Taehyung is quite superstitious, or the gentle touch of someone's hand. I can never tell who the gentle caress belongs to, but I find myself craving it whenever I wake. Supposedly I'm running a fever, supposedly my wounds are infected, and supposedly they're panicking, but I can feel myself healing. In a few more days I should be fine.

But I don't want to recover. What is there to recover for? I'll be out in the streets, back to running from God knows who and heaven knows what.

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"Noona?"

Someone whispers in my ear, gently brushing stray hairs off my faces. Their warm breath tickles, my eyes fluttering open and meeting Jungkook's dark chocolate brown ones. I remember something about my fever breaking, I'm on the mend, but I feel sick inside. My body aches and I feel like I've been sick for a year. He nestles into my neck, sighing, his warm breath feathering over my skin.

"Noona I'm worried about you..."

He whispers and I shiver, wrapping the blanket tighter around my shoulders. I cough, my raspy voice barely more than a whisper.

"I'm leaving tonight, I'm sorry I've cause so much expense already, I'll-I'll be gone before you know it-"

I wince as my voice cracks, the thought of being out on the streets again is terrifying. My heart beat quickening at the thought. Jungkook's hand finds mine and I'm pulled into one of his signature hugs. They're always comfortable, not too tight, his arms around my neck and his nose nestled into the crook of my collar bone.

"Noona we don't want you to leave, not now, not when you're still hurt. We aren't counting the nights you spend here, we don't care about expenses, we just want you to get better. Please don't think of leaving."