You squealed loudly, probably waking up the children. You felt your pants damped, as you shivered. Taehyung chuckled, a dark look in his eyes.
You grabbed the dog, "Tannie, No! Stop shaking!" You called, quickly wrapping a towel around him. You looked at Taehyung and saw him wringing out his shirt.
After successfully washing the small dog with the soap, you rinsed him, and turned the water off. Right when you turned to grab the towel, the puppy jumped out of the bath and on to Taehyung, who almost threw the poor baby off of him.
You gasped and went to help, when Tannie started shaking out his fur, soaking you, and Taehyung even more, leading you to the situation you were in now.
You looked at Taehyung, and stood up, grabbing the extra towel he had brought in. Ignoring your own clothes sticking to you, you walked over and wrapped the towels around the boy.
You began to rub his shoulders in attempt to dry him. You grinned,"Don't want you getting sick." You clarified. Taehyung let you dry him, as he stared at you with a peaceful look on his face.
After a few moments of your attempts at drying him, he shook your hands off, removed the towel, and placed it over your own shoulders, and began to dry you in return. "Don't want you sick either, right?"
You giggled and nodded, allowing him to return the favor. While he dried you, you began to carefully dry Tannies for, the puppy closing his eyes at the content feeling.
You giggled as he stopped moving the towel, and instead got up and dug around in the cabinets, before pulling out a hair dryer. "This may help a bit."
You grinned, "Good idea!" You giggled, grabbing the dryer from his hands after he had successfully plugged it in. You turned towards the puppy.
Making sure the heat was on low, and the pressure wasn't high, you turned it on, and moved it around him, tussling his fur.
Feeling the air, Tannie turned towards the device and began chomping at the air. You watched, and began to laugh.
Growing curious at your sudden outburts, Taehyung leaned over your shoulder, and witnessed the dogs antics, and began to chuckle along with you.
"Dogs are weird." Taehyung admitted, watching the dog lazily. You nodded in agreement,"They are, but they always have happiness at heart. If you raise them with love, they'll respond with love. If they are raised without love, they become mean. But if you show those mean dogs what a loving environment is, they will learn to love, and remain happy."
Taehyung stared at you with a look that was indecipherable. Even he, himself didn't know what it meant. Maybe a mix between admiration and a clench in his heart.
Your words were true, the spoke numbers, and Taehyung knew that. He knew that it also didn't only apply to the fluffy, loving animals as well. He was raised in an environment that turned him into a mean, closed off person.
However, he didn't believe that after all he'd been through, there would be someone who could make him happier. Even his own siblings couldn't cheer him up sometimes, how could someone else?
He shook the thought out of his mind, and stood up. "He's dry. It's getting late, we should probably get some sleep." Taehyung phrased it like a suggestion, but you could clearly tell it was a demand. You bit your lip sadly, having fun playing with Tannie and talking with Taehyung, and nodded.
You stood with the now calmer pup cuddled to your chest. "Where will I sleep, TaeTae?" Taehyung thought for a moment, before making a decision, "I can either wake up Saemi and ask her to sleep with Junseok so you can use her bed, or you can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch."
You shook your head at both options. Taehyung raised a brow,"If neither of those work, then what did you have in mind?" He sighed, annoyed. You ignored his short temper, and balanced Tannie in one arm.
With your free arm you took hold of Taehyung and began pulling him, "Where's your room?" You asked, pausing in the hallway. He nodded at a door down the hall. You walked forward, still connected to him, and walked through the partially open door.
Setting Tannie on the floor, you pulled Taehyung to the bed, and flopped down. With your grip on his arm, Taejyung stumbled, but held himself up, "Careful! What are you doing? Let go." He huffed, pulling on his arm.
You shook your head as you laid on your belly, your face in a pillow. He huffed once again,"Why?" Exasperated, you moved to sit up, and with all your strength, pulled the boy to lay next to you.
"Lay down and sleep, TaeTae. I'm too tired to deal with your weirdness." You whined. You pulled the blanket out from under yourself, and draped it over your shoulder. Taehyung hesitantly followed your lead, too tired to argue.
Once you were both under, He turned away from you, making you frown. You sighed lightly before closing you eyes. You felt the bed suddenly move, making you jump, before realizing it was just Tannie.
The puppy found a comfortable spot down by your feet, and curled up, making you smile in contentment. As you closed your eyes again, your mind began to race with the events of the past few days.
The last couple hours have helped in clearing your mind, but that was only temporary. As expected, as soon as you were left to your thoughts, everything returned, and you found yourself frowning deeply, replaying the cafeteria scene.
It hurt you badly that Hoseok had been so judgmental about the situation, instead of asking about the condition, he assumed it was the first thing he found in the internet.
However, you also didn't blame him. You're able to understand the attention seeking tactics of some males and females, and a hefty amount of those tactics included Littlespace.
Even if it was a kink, you were distraught that he could be so ignorant. Some people like that stuff, so who was he to judge? If someone wanted to be sexual about it, they had the right to.
You shook the angry thoughts away with a huff of air, and closed your eyes, forcing yourself in to a slumber.
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Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔
FanfictionStig•ma /ˈstiɡmə/ noun 1. A mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person. "the stigma of having gone to prison will always be with me" "my stigma? my mental illness." synonyms:shame, disgrace, dishonor;More ...