Longing // Taehyung x Idol Male Reader

Liquid is Liquid??

_Your POV

I sat up on the bed as Somin knocked a generous amount of times on the door.

"Tea?" I questioned, a hopeful smile plastered on my face.

"Tea," She responded in an overly peppy voice that somehow made me more excited than I should've been. No, I didn't get a fucking boner. Jesus fucking christ I swear.

She handed me a glass, cold to the touch and filled with condensation. I thanked her, bowing slightly, just enough to show that I was thankful.

Once again, the room became empty as she left. Just me and my glass of sweet tea.

I sipped on it, the coolness pooling in my mouth causes a great contrast from the burning all over my body. But, it was getting better now.

I laid back down again, but not without much discomfort. As I laid down, I suddenly remembered I had the tea in my hand. Instead of fixing my hand so it would stay upright, I decided the best thing to do was hold onto it tighter.

As soon as my back fully hit the bed, my glass was empty and tea was all over my shirt.

"Fucking hell," I groaned. "Somin noona!"

Somin sprinted into the room as though I had told I would die if she didn't come. She got one look at me before breaking her serious aura and bursting into laughter.

"Hey! It's not funny!" I whined as the liquid stung my burns. I sat up fully, the grey loose shirt now dripping with onto my sweatpants. She continued to chuckle when she saw me pouting but eventually stopped and placed her hands on her hips.

"What on earth did you do?" She spoke, wiping the tears that had fallen. I grabbed the empty glass from beside me and dropped it to the floor. It made a loud noise but didn't break since it hit the carpet.

"Hey! [N]!" She scolded as she dove for the glass, causing a giggle to erupt from my throat.

"Sorry," I avoided her deadly gaze as she stood up, glass in hand. "Anyway, I went to lie down but I forgot that liquid was liquid and it spilled all over me."

"You forgot that liquid was liquid?" She questioned, clearly holding back her laughter. I rolled my eyes and waddled to the bathroom, the discomfort from the burns returning with a vengeance.

"Where are you going?" Shouted as I turned and locked the door.

"I'm going to take a shower! Can you set up my phone for me?" I asked, my voice just as loud as I pulled off the drenched shirt. I sighed in relief as my chest finally stopped stinging, the air helped a lot.

"Sure, sure. Let me be your personal servant, why don't you?" She responded sassiness and a scoff gliding along with her words.

I chuckled and pulled off sweatpants and boxers, instantly feeling in less pain since there were no clothes to scuff against my burnt skin. I stepped into the shower, the pads of my feet feeling sore.

"I didn't think this through, now, did I?" I mumbled to myself with an idiotic laugh. Water hurts, so how am I going to shower?

I shook my head slightly and turned on the water, the cold beads offering a nice form of relaxation as they slid down my back. However, they didn't fall without pain.

Somewhere along the line, I stopped being able to tell the difference between the water and my tears. But it was better to let them fall than to hold them in.

When I finished, I got out, cautiously as I made sure not to trip. I took one towel from the closet and a second one to clean my burns. As I looked a bit more, still very cautious, I found a large amount of gauze that would perfectly protect my burns.

As I patted my healed skin dry, I proceeded with caution on my burns. Tapping lightly and removing small flecks of dead skin that oddly showed improvement towards the not-charred skin.

I winced slightly as I removed a single scab, vowing to never do so again even though the doctor had told me I should. It just hurt too much and seemed quite unnecessary.

Once I reached a state of somewhat dryness (I was far too lazy and hurt to continue drying), I doused my wounds in a white cream that supposedly helped with the burns healing process.

After, I wrapped the white gauze around my burns, covering a majority of my arm, the large of my back leading onto my chest, and my legs. I also wrapped a bit of my neck to stop the small burns from showing.

"Only a few more weeks, they said it should be better," I mumbled for reassurance as I looked in the mirror. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on over the bandages, the sweatpants following after.

That part wasn't so bad, since the injection was fully kicked in and the cream offered a nice cooling sensation.

I grabbed my soggy shirt, held it up over the sink and decided that I would just go shirtless for a bit.

"Doesn't really matter anyway, we're all guys," I say out loud in a mocking tone. "Except most of us are gay guys."

I chuckled, I honestly found it stupid when people say things like, 'You can change in front of us we're all dudes anyway.' Like, bitch no. I'm gay as fuck, other people in here are probably gay as fuck, stop assuming we are straight.

I shuttered a bit. I needed to work on my swearing.

"[N] ah! Come out here, I have your phone," Somin shouted, her voice sounding distant but very easy to hear.

"Okay, one second," I grabbed the soggy shirt and threw it in the laundry bin. After wiping my sticky hands on the sweatpants, I opened the door and quickly went out.

As I walked into the living room, I heard whispers coming to a brief stop.

The guys must be here, whatever.

I proceeded to walk and turned the corner.

Wait! My shirt-

"Welcome home [NN]!" Everyone shouted in unison as my heart raced in my chest. They popped streamers and I suddenly felt overwhelmed. Everyone caught sight of my bandages but ignored them and continued to welcome me warmly.

"Hey, stranger," Tae teased as he walked up to me, everyone presumed regular conversations.

"Hey, loser," I rolled my eyes as he feigned hurt. "Thanks for the gift."

"Did you add my contact yet?" He asked, his eyes filled with a childish shine. I shook my head and motioned towards Somin.

"Somin noona has it," I chuckled as almost on cue, she threw the phone to me. Tae swiped it from the air before I even had the chance to raise my wimpy arms.

"You shouldn't be putting any strain on that arm," Tae chuckled sternly, his silver hair shining in the light. I must've stared at it long since he pulled his hand to it. "Do you like it? You saw it when it was still red."

"I love it," I spoke honestly, my voice filled with dreaminess as I reached out on instinct to touch it. I felt the softness embellish my hand as Tae cupped my hand with his. I blushed lightly and removed my hand.

"So, what's up?"