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38•Massage

Massage, gone wrong

"Ma, you are telling me to give her a massage?" He asks, lips parting away in denial. "Have you actually gone mad?"

His mother simply shrugs and holds her own palms together to give her son a meaningful glare. The amount of extraness this woman possesses honestly...

"Yes? I have researched a lot last night. During pregnancy, women tend to get really stressed and their muscle needs relaxation." She advises. "Plus, you, yourself is adding onto her stress, so you better start working!" She claps her hand.

I was enjoying Mrs Kim's antics a lot. After all, she made him cook me breakfast, run me a bath and bring me everything I needed. Adding to that, we will be leaving around some time later as Taehung has promised his mother, that he will take me around Malta and approve all the things I wish to do.

"Ma but massage is a bit too much!" He moans.

"No, it's not! All you gotta do is touch her shoulder and squeeze it gently. How is that hard Actually, that's too easy..." She begins to think all over again. "How about... you also massage her belly and oh yeah legs too!" She abruptly proposes excitedly.

Taehyung chokes on his saliva once again. "Mum!" He groans. "You are getting too excited!"

"I don't know about her, but I'm pretty excited!" I beam. ''Ah, my shoulders are so tensed,'' I comment, teasingly whine to rile him up. He scowls towards me instantly, for which he receives a slap at the back of his head from his mother.

"You hear that?! Come on, start already. There are the oil and towel. Y/n, you can go change to the bathrobe if you want." Mrs Kim informs. I nod with a smile when she does the same. "Anyways, You kids enjoy, I will go take a shower."

She kisses my forehead in adoration before taking the leave. As the door closes behind her, it leaves us with a silence. However, it wasn't an uncomfortable one, as he continues to glare while I keep on flashing the cheesiest grin ever. "So Mr Kim Taehyung, I will go change my clothes." I stand up. "You may prepare for the massage, make sure to treat my tender body well."

"You are enjoying this too much, aren't you?" He frowns.

"Of course I am!" I speak before tiptoeing to the bathroom. ''You annoyed me so much all this time. This is payback.'' With a chuckle, I change my outfit quickly.

When I enter the room once again, Taehyung was already frowning at me but nevertheless, he was willing to give me a message. After all, he couldn't risk his mother's rage.

"Stop grinning like an idiot and just come quickly. I wanna get this shit over and done with." He rolls his eyes.

I rest my body against the mattress. Removing my hair from my shoulder, I give him access to my skin. "Tie your hair.'' He orders.

I nod and dart my eyes around to find a hair bubble. Seeing the table being further away, I attempt to get up from my comfortable position. It usually takes me a bit of effort to get up these days. I hear Taehyung sigh as he notices my struggle. ''Sit back down, I will get it.''

I hide a smile when I watch him reach the table and grab the hair bubble and comb. He returns a second later, I try to take the belonging, but he refuses. ''Whatever, I will do your hair.''

I gape at him in astonishment. By looking at him, it was clear to me that he was trying to hide the fact that he's helping me behind a scowl. ''Stop staring at me. Look ahead.'' He clicks his tongue. I do as he asks, but wearing a huge grin.

He gentle treats my scalp and combes the knots in my hair carefully. I close my eyes as sudden comfort takes over me. Nostalgic memories of the past flashes my vision. I remember when Taehyung learned how to braid my hair, simply because he liked touching my hair. Promising that, one day when we welcome a baby girl in this world, he will do her hair too.