HIM{A Kim Taehyung/V Fanfiction} Book 1

CHAPTER 20: Soup

    After dinner, it was finally time to go to sleep, since there were classes tomorrow.
    Taehyung stopped in the hallway and I turned towards him, confused.
    "Do you want to sleep on the bed?" He asked me.
    I widened my eyes and shook my head. "It's your bed, not mine. You shouldn't give me it like I'm a princess or something."
    "Are you sure?" He asked me gently.
    I nodded. "Besides, I think couches are very comfortable."
    I heard a small "mm" from him as he nodded and directed his eye to the couch, as if thinking.
    Suddenly he grabs my hand and starts to lead me upstairs.
    "T-Taehyung! Where are we going?"
    "My bedroom." He simply said.
    I rolled my eyes and tried to tug him out of my grasp, but he was surprisingly strong. The image of me punching Taehyung popped into my mind and I felt my face heat up.
    He opened his bedroom door and I couldn't stop staring at the beauty of it all. I was once again filled with an attracting vibe that came from it.

    He let go of my hand and looked at me.
    "You will sleep here tonight." He told me, pointing to his bed. "I'll get the couch."
    "No," I immediately said. "This is your bedroom and I will not have you sleep on the couch."
    He protested for a long time and found it was no use. Then he placed his hands on his hips and looked down, as if thinking again.
    He looked at me and I already felt my heart rate pick up when I realized what he was going to say.
    "Then we'll both sleep on the bed."
    "No, no way!" I replied back. I couldn't handle that much tension. I didn't want to deal with the pressure.
    He smiled. "It's not that bad. Look, c'mere, let me show you how easy it can be."
    He grabbed my hand and my heart sped up thirty miles as he got on one side of the bed and lead me down onto the other side.
    "You can stay turned to that lamp over there. And I'll stay turned to the other one, like this."
    After we were both laying down, I did feel a bit more comfortable. A bit of a happy feeling past through me even.
    "Alright." I said quietly.
    "Good. He said, getting back off the bed, "I'll be back shortly, I need to shower."
    I nodded my head. The feeling of the dark purple practically fur blanket and pillows, as well as the sound of the storm outside, I drifted off pretty quickly.

    The sound of a door opening caused me to open my eyes and glanced towards the sound. When I did however, I could have sworn I died.
    There stood Taehyung at the edge of the bathroom almost naked. His hair was wet and his chest and legs were bare, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and I then just steadily stared at his slow breathing.
    I looked at his eyes and they seemed to be a bit distracted. They looked continuously in different directions every few seconds. I furrowed my brows and lazily sat up.
    "Taehyung," I said in my sleepy soft voice, "Are you okay?"
    Suddenly he held onto the door frame with his hand and held his head with the other, a slight groan came from us mouth. His cheeks were slightly pink.
    I got up and had to slightly pull his shirt back down that I was wearing, since it seemed a little high.
    I headed towards Taehyung and gently placed my hand on his forehead. His eyes met mine and he stopped looking around.
    "You're burning up."
    He stayed silent.
    "How long have you been sick, Taehyung?" I asked him, a bit angry.
    He looked down and quietly answered, "Since you went up to take a shower."
    That was nearly an hour ago. I glared at him and then I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed.
    "What's wrong with you?" I asked him, beginning a lecture. "You should have took care of yourself! You can get some serious damage done if you don't tell someone or if it's left untreated."
    He sat down on the side of the bed and I pointed to the pillow, telling him to lay down.
    I looked at him and asked, "where's your medicine?"
    "It's downstairs next to the fridge on the top cupboard." He told me.
    I nodded and headed downstairs, wondering why he decided to leave his fever not taken care of for as long as he did. When I found the cupboard I opened it up to see all kinds of medicines and first aid kits.
    For a small playful moment I looked at the side of the cupboard to determine whether it really could hold that much or not several times.
    I grabbed a fever medicine and decided that some tea and soup would help him get comfortable and ease down his sickness as well.
    While the tea was brewing I quickly asked for some ingredients next door, when they agreed grumpily I replied with a polite thank you.
    I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it, the guy's jaw dropped.
    He looked around inside and sort of smiled. With a mischievous glint in his eyes he said, "Taehyung finally getting down, eh? I thought the person on the phone sounded a bit feminine." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
    I rolled my eyes and he handed over the ingredients. After a few polite words and another unnecessary comment from him, I headed towards the kitchen to start.
    I began humming to myself as I sliced up celary into small bits and had the water boiling. The celary went in as well as some chicken bone and a potato. The water flavor had to be good. Drinking plain hot water wasn't fun.
    I chopped another thing of celary and cooked some chicken. Draining the soup through a strainer into a bowl, I added the other bit of celary into the soup, added small pieces of chicken, put a plate under the bowl and crackers on the sides of the bowl. I heated some rice.
    I stood back and looked proudly at my wonderful creation. Mom would be so proud of me that I learned how she cooked this soup when I was little. Taehyung was going to love it.
    Making sure that the tea wasn't too hot, and reheating because it was too cold, I headed back upstairs with the medicine and food.
    When I reached the bedroom I placed the food on a small table next to the door.
    I headed toward Taehyung with the medicine and as I gave him the pills and tea, he asked sleepily, "What smells so damn good?"
    I laughed. "It's either me smelling like you or the soup I just made." I replied to him confidently.
    "Probably both." He said right before he sat up and sipped the tea, swallowing the pills.
    I shook my head with humor. "Sit up all the way, I'll put everything on the bedside so you can eat easier."
    He did as he was told and as I placed the soup on the bedside, his eyes widened.
    "How'd you make this with nothing in the house?" He asked.
    "Well, dinner is one thing that's okay to have delivered," I said as he took a sip, "but when someone is sick, I need to take desperate measures. I called out neighbor and he, reluctantly, let me borrow some of his ingredients."
    "Ah," Said Taehyung, wide eyed as he stared at me, "This. . .were you a chef? I mean like maybe you worked in some sort of high class restaurant before or something?"
    "That," I responded with a smile, "is my mama's recipe. I've never worked in a restaurant and mama was always creative."
    He smiled widely and dug in the rice. I laughed.
    "Or it could be that it's because it's probably your first homemade meal." I added.
    He shook his head. "This is beyond awesome."
    I sat next to him and made sure he ate everything before I took everything back downstairs. When I got back he was sitting there, just smiling to himself.
    I leaned against the wall and chuckled. "Was my soup that good?"
    He looked up and I noticed the pink in his cheeks seemed brighter than they were before I felt his forehead.
    I walked up to him concerned and felt it again, when he made eye contact with me was when I realized how close I was, though I tried to ignore it and we both looked opposite directions.
I furrowed my brows. He wasn't warming up at all, and if anything it may have went down a little while he was eating.
    I touched his cheek with my hand, then flipped my hand around and felt it with the back of my hand. His cheeks were really heated.
    I didn't understand what was going on. I made eye contact with him and that's when I realized that his cheeks weren't pink because of the illness anymore.
    "Could you. . ." He started with a hesitant tone, "Could you pull my shirt down?"
    My eyes widened as I looked down and noticed his boxers on me were visible. Since they were big on me, there was space from my leg to the cloth, having my full legs revealed.
    Blushing, I yanked his shirt down over my legs and stood up.
"Sorry, I wanted to see if you were feeling better."
He nodded and said quietly, "Its okay, I'm feeling a lot better now. Thank you."
"Don't mention it," I replied, "I wasn't going to just let you suffer."
He looked up and me and tugged my waist closer to him. I couldn't help but have my face increase in temperature.
This almost naked guy was sitting on his bed with a girl in his arms who is standing up and wearing his clothes.
Oh yeah, nothing strange between us at all.
"I know you don't want me to suffer," he said quietly, interrupting my thoughts. "You've already proved that. That's why I'm trying to move on, Mei."
Based on impulse, I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled a little.
"Good."
His smile was adorable as he looked up at me, I laughed and pulled away, though when I did my waist felt cold and I wanted to go back to that position.
He got up and grabbed some boxers, went back into the bathroom and came out in only those.
    Before I could peek I made sure to cover myself with the blanket and curled myself in its furry softness.
    "Do you like sleeping like that?" He asked, laughing a little while he covered himself as well. I felt the mattress go down a bit when he layed down and and I turned with a little smile on my face.
    "It's very comfortable." I admitted. For some reason I felt my heart soaring staring at Taehyung next to me in bed.
    He turned around and placed his elbow on the mattress and his hand on his cheek.
    "You look like a little ball of my clothing." He chuckled.
    "Is that such a bad thing?" I asked, giggling.
    He looked up with a smirk on his face, mockingly thinking hard.
    "That depends," he teased. "Are you a clean ball of my clothing or the smelly ball?"
    "Well, considering I smell like you right now I'd say I'm the dirty clothes."
    His facial expression was a huge smile with shock at the same time. He grabbed a pillow and covered his face in the pillow, pretending to fuss.
"Yah, that's not nice," he whined through the pillow.
    I was laughing and I took the pillow from under his hands and smacked his head.
    He turned to me with his hair a total mess with a big, box smile and grabbed the same pillow and returned my gift.
    Instead of backfiring, I curled it between my legs and stomach.
    "Now my tummy has a pillow to sleep with." I said, shouting at the end because Taehyung interrupted with "Oh no, it doesn't!" And tried to pry it from my hands.
    After a bit of resistance, he yanked it and finally got it free. We were laughing and hyper. I felt almost like I was fourteen. Not twenty-two.
    Once we calmed down, it's like the rule of us facing the opposite direction never existed. We stayed up a lot longer than we should have, just talking about things like food and fevers, but mostly about Yeontan.
    We fell asleep sometime after about an hour or two.
    When I woke up, I widened my eyes as I realized what was so warm.
    Taehyung had his arms around me, and my head was against his chest while my arms were tucked between our bodies, creating the only space between us.
    How'd we get like this?