Gangster | Kim Taehyung

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[a/n: kinda ran out of ideas lmao]

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Taehyung woke up in the same chair, the next morning, with a stiff neck. He absolutely hated sleeping without comfort and it would probably fatigue him for at least a week.

The moment he opened his eyes, 'Y/n' was the first word/name to pop up in his head.

He whined because he knew you were in Chanyeol's arms...

"Y/n, wake up," Chanyeol said.

"H-huh?" I jumped out of my sleep. "Why am I in...your room? DID YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME?!" I shouted.

"Calm down, baby." He giggled. "I wouldn't do anything to you without your consent." He flashed a smile.

"Whatever," I mumbled.

"Is Taehyung still in that room tied to a chair?" I asked, hoping he would say a reassuring 'no'.

"Yes, he is, why?" Chanyeol crossed his arms.

"WHAT? YOU LEFT HIM THERE TO SLEEP UNCOMFORTABLY?! HE MUST BE STARVING! MOVE OUT OF MY WAY," I shouted, throwing a pillow furiously at Chanyeol.

"Y/n, wai--" Chanyeol didn't get to finish his sentence as I walked through the door to meet Taehyung.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay? Is your neck stiff? I know you're stressed. You must be sick from sleeping in the cold!" I squealed in anger and concern at the now-slightly-frail man in front of me.

"I'm fine, but neck is a lil stiff though," he said while stretching his neck in a circle.

"You have dark circles under your eyes. You need proper rest and food," I sighed.

"Damn Chanyeol," I mumbled. Chanyeol has no mercy.

"Huh?" Taehyung questioned.

"Nothing..." I coughed.

"I'm going to get you some food and compromise with Chanyeol, got it?" I said pointing at Taehyung. He nodded, closing his eyes and slumping his head over while I walked out.

I made my way to the kitchen, making some warm soup and a cup of water which will probably help him. I brought the food to Taehyung and set it down. I was going to walk out again when he called me.

"Um, Y/n. I can't eat with handcuffs," he chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh...yeah, sorry I forgot." I pushed back a strand of my hair on my ear.

I picked up the spoon and tried feeding Taehyung. He looked like a kid as I brought the spoon to his lips and sometimes the glass of water.

Why am I feeling sympathy and remorse for this man?

I looked at him studying his features subtly, noticing that he was forming a stubble. 

Eh, I probably just feel bad for not noticing his disorder. 

I sighed. "Y/n? You there?" Taehyung called. "What?"