His Warmth [Kim Taehyung]

The doorbell rang, snapping you back to your senses. You turned off the TV and looked toward the door.

Taehyung (from outside): "Open the door, Y/n..."

You got up and opened it. He didn't even look at you-he walked straight in and sat down on the sofa, his face tired and dull. You locked the door and were about to go to the bedroom when you suddenly stopped.

You remembered what your mom used to do for your dad when he came home from work.

You walked to the dining table, took a glass of water, and went over to the sofa. You held the glass out to him. He looked at you.

Y/n: "😶"

He took the glass, and his fingers brushed against yours. You felt something-an unfamiliar feeling you couldn't understand. He drank the water, placed the glass on the table in front of the sofa, and leaned back, closing his eyes.

You thought for a moment, then bent down and reached for his shoes to take them off-but-

Taehyung (opening his eyes and pulling his feet back): "Stop... what are you doing? Don't touch my shoes." 😣

Y/n: "😶"

He stood up and walked toward the bedroom, then stopped and turned back to you.

Taehyung: "I think I didn't bring a slave home with me."