Stigma | KTH ✔

18 | Buttcrack

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Our tender moment was soon interrupted by Taehyung's sudden low groan that was heard from his throat, making me immediately retrieve my hand in the span of a split second before he could notice it had been there. His eyelids slowly open as his head tilts to my side of the bed. When he notice me, he just stares at me for a couple of seconds, blinking several times. My eyes never leaving his as I smile weakly.

"Are you really here?" he silently asks, his voice groggy and deeper than I ever thought a voice could get. I can't help but chuckle at his confusion.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I reply softly while removing the now dry cloth from his forehead.

"Why?"

"You have forty degrees fever."

"Is that a bad thing?"

I give him a serious look. "Bad thing? If it was one degree higher, you would be in a hospital right now." He stares at me in bewilderment for a second before mumbling a quiet, "Oh.."

He then furrows his eyebrows as his eyes roam around his own room before he confusingly asks, "How did I get here?"

"I managed to drag you up here, in some way," I explain with a chuckle. He looks impressed.

"Really? You're stronger than you look."

"Oh, so you thought I was weak?" I scoff, raising one eyebrow at him. He shrugs while his eyes travel around the room, looking at anything except into my eyes. I pout and cross my arms in defense and mutter, "I'm not that weak..."

Then I remembered the medication, so I make him sit up and hold up a pill in front of him. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before looking back at me in confusion.

"Drink it. It will make the fever go down faster," I assure him. He takes the pill between his thumb and index finger before putting it in his mouth. I put the edge of the glass filled with water between his lips and slowly tilt it, because he obviously was too weak to hold the glass himself. I held back a laugh because it was clear in his eyes how humiliated he felt, but he knew that he would drop the water on himself if he tried doing it instead. After making sure the pill had been swallowed, I made him lay back down and I went to wet the cloth again before putting it back onto his forehead.

"Where's your dad?" I ask with concern in my voice.

"Business trip," he replies with a small sigh. "He left two days ago. I think he'll be back on Sunday or something."

I bite my lower lip while giving him a sympathetic look. So he has really been alone like this without anyone caring for him. I've never met his father, but he sounds selfish. After all, his mother left them. There has to be a good reason to why she left. Perhaps it was his selfishness that tore them apart? But this was not important now. Priority one was to make sure that Taehyung gets healthy again. I'm sure he hasn't been eaten at all since his dad left.

"You must be hungry. Do you want me to make you some soup?" I ask while slowly stroking his hair. He nods slowly, probably too exhausted to talk. I smile softly and stand up. "I'll be back in an hour. Try to get some sleep," I mumble and make my way out of his room, closing the door behind me.

When in the kitchen, I realized I had never made a soup before. I have watched my parents make soup a couple of times though, so I guess I can make something legit if I look up a recipe. Browsing the net for a good recipe, I eventually find a decent one after a couple of minutes of searching. I start preparing the ingredients and utensils. I decided to also add some extra ingredients that hopefully will boost his recovery.