She leaned forward and met his soft, plush lips. Her hand trailed up to cup his jaw. His fluffy hair brushed against her forehead. Taehyung made an attempt to pull her jeans down, but she pinched the skin on his hand.
"No," she scolded. "You've been...
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ONE MONTH LATER
"Hey, Noona, how are you feeling today?"
Iseul smiled bitterly at the man in front of her. "I'm good, Jungkook. Is Taehyung at work today?"
Jungkook shook his head. "He's running a few errands, but he's taking a break from modeling until you get better."
"I told him not to."
Jungkook smiled and squeezed her hand. "We both know that you told him that, but he'll never stop caring for you. He might as well adopt you as his daughter. He's acting like a mother."
Iseul chuckled lightly, ignoring the small pain in her stomach. "I wouldn't mind if he took care of me for the rest of my life. I could just relax. Especially since I won't be a model anymore."
Jungkook pouted. "You could still be a model. You're as beautiful as ever."
"Thanks, Jungkook, but we both know that no Korean agency will take a model with scars. They're very strict with their standards," she replied, looking up at the ceiling.
Two knocks on the door made Iseul look away from the ceiling. Jungkook turned around in his seat.
"Hyung! You're finally here!" he exclaimed. He leaned into Iseul. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Iseul nodded. "Hopefully when we see each other again, I'll be able to walk without holding my stomach."
Jungkook crossed his fingers. "One can only hope."
He walked out of the room, patting Taehyung on the shoulder on his way out. Taehyung smiled at Jungkook and nodded his head once to show a sign of thanks.
"I bought these for you. The color yellow means happiness and energy, so I bought these yellow peonies."
He extended the bouquet out to her with a blush on his face. He didn't look her straight in the eye but decided to look at the floor. Iseul took the bouquet and smiled happily, biting down on her lower lip to hide the wide smile on her face.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I love them."
"I love you," he suddenly blurted out.
"Huh?"
"What?" he repeated. "I didn't say anything."
Iseul gave him a scornful look as if she were a mother that caught her child eating something he shouldn't have. "Taehyung," she warned.
"I love you," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"I love you, Iseul," he repeated, rubbing his cheeks with the palms of his hands.
She chuckled, the pain in her stomach fading away. "I love you too."
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked.
"Of course. It'd be my pleasure," she said. "Doesn't that sound nice? Pleasure? I wish I was in good condition right now," she muttered.
"Iseul! We're in the hospital and you're injured! You shouldn't be talking about having sex!" Taehyung scolded.
Iseul grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "A maiden can only dream. Just you wait, Taehyung. I'll be out of here within the week."
Taehyung's cheeks flushed again and he rubbed his face with his hands. "Iseul," he whined. "Stop it. You're making me hard."
She laughed out loud. "That's what I'm here for, baby boy."
