Longing // Taehyung x Idol Male Reader

Swearin' Like A Sailor

*Warning-Tons of swearing*

_Your POV

I spent the next eight days doing the same routine over and over again. Wake up, eat, physical therapy, eat, go to bed. On good days my schedule ended with seeing the members. I couldn't text any of them since I still didn't have a phone.

BTS was so busy with their crazy schedule they had no time to visit me. I hadn't seen any of them since the day I started walking again. My members still practiced like crazy and carried on like usual without me.

I felt pretty damn lonely, to be honest.

I could disappear from the group and they'd still be successful.

I rolled my eyes at my thought. What group doesn't need a [N]? I'm fucking amazing. Plus, when I talked to Tae about it he said he'd die without me.

Damn that boy is extra as fuck.

"[N]? We have clothes for you to change into," A nurse bombarded my thoughts as she entered the room. I looked at the clothes. Much looser than usual.

However, because of the damage from the burns, I had new clothing rules.
1. Can't be too heavy.
2. Can't be too tight.
3. Must fit correctly or a bit big.
4. Any irritating/itchy fabrics should be avoided.

I'm just quoting from their shit manual. Fuck, I need to cut back on swearing.

"Thank you," I spoke as I continued to let my thoughts bombard me. I've been alone for so long, no one's been monitoring my language. I started speaking more natively than ever and swore a lot more.

I'd have to cut that out unless I wanted to get in loads of trouble. Stupid fucking shit ass rules.

Stop! Swearing!

I grumbled to myself as I stood from the bed, my legs hurting a bit as I put my full weight on them.

Crap, I'll have to lose a few pounds when I get back. I've been swearing and looking like a sailor recently. I never took the time to shave either.

I walked into the bathroom, stubble showing on my face.

"I do remember seeing someone talking about how my stubble made them weak in the knees so I guess I could keep it," I shrugged, remembering a post on Instagram I saw on my not-known-about account. I pulled off the hospital gown, a different color than the one I had on yesterday, and pulled on my boxers.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-agh-Fuck!" I hissed as I pulled them on. My burns still hurt like hell and honestly they hadn't gotten much better over time. It was fine before since the hospital had me on heavy drugs, but now I was no longer hooked up to a machine.

Before pulling on my sweatpants or anything else, I gently rubbed the burn cream all over my legs, chest, and arms. Basically wherever I could.

I pulled the light an loose short-sleeve over my head first, putting off the part that would be most painful for last.

I stared at the sweatpants in dismay. "This is going to hurt like hell."

I bent down, cursing as I felt my burns rub against each other. A string of obscenities left my mouth in a constant stream as I struggled to pull the sweatpants on.

When I finally did, I looked back in the mirror. Tears stained my face as they dried.

I gotta say, I look worse than ever right now.

Where's the makeup crew when I need them??

I groaned before rubbing my hands over my face. My acne had come back and with a vengeance, too. I began to wonder if Taehyung would still think I was handsome now.