Hyejin's POV
I just woke up from my painful sleep last night, as I slowly sat up on the bed, sighing in relief that my period pain is finally gone.
I placed my hand on my stomach when it grumbled, as I mumbled to myself, "Ah, I'm so hungry."
Not long after, Taehyung came, with a tray in his hands, as he brightly greeted me with his brightest smile.
"Good morning!", he beamed.
"Morning," I replied lowly, giving him a small smile. "What is this?", I asked, as he placed the tray on top of my nightstand.
"Breakfast,"
"But why am I having it in bed—"
"Because you're not feeling well," he cut me off, holding a spoonful of chicken porridge in his right hand.
"But I'm fine now," I argued.
"Then I'm doing it as a good boyfriend as I am," he smiled, and held the spoon in front of my face.
"Wait," I stopped him from feeding me, as he looked at me. "Hm?", he hummed.
"I need to wash up first," I said, getting off the bed and went to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom, and a small towel instantly greeted my face, as a hand gently dabbed it against my face.
"Taehyung-ah," I mumbled into the towel, before grabbing the towel from him.
"What?"
"Stop treating me like a baby. I can do things by myself," I said, and dabbed my face with the towel, but not even for seconds, Taehyung grabbed it again, and continued with what he was doing.
"You are a baby, Yoo Hyejin.", he said, finished rinsing my face. He gave me his cutely alluring smile, giving my head a light pat.
"My baby,"
I was stunned at his words, as I stared at him blankly, my cheeks started heating up, as I quickly walked away from him, sitting back on the bed.
"I'm hungry," I said, and started eating the porridge.
Surprisingly, it tastes so good, too good that I had to ask Taehyung if he is really the one who made it.
"Taehyung-ah,"
"Hm," he responded, sitting back on the edge of the bed.
"Did you really make this?", I asked, earning a super eager nod from him.
"Yeah, why?"
"It's too good that I refused to believe that it is really you who made this,"
"That's so mean," he pouted, crossing his arms against his chest.
"No, Tae I didn't mean it like that but—"
He looked away when I tried to console him, causing me to heave out a sigh.
"Yah," I called, poking his shoulder lightly.
"Yah,"
"Taehyung-ah,"
He still remained stationary, neither did he looked at me nor responded, as I looked down to my lap.
"I'm going to be in the bathroom if you're looking for me," I said, getting off the bed once again, grabbing my towel.
I made my way towards my bathroom, and my hand stopped at the doorknob, was about to push the door opened, when I heard Taehyung's voice.
"Jin hyung,"
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• Passenger •
Fanfic"Who are you??" In which he found out there's a secret, hidden passenger in the back seat of his car.
