Y/n's POV~
You drag yourself out bed, your head pounding hard with no end, your body feeling weak and you in general felt sick.
A warm, almost hot feeling bubbles up in your throat and you can feel it rising.
You run into the bathroom and fall to the toilet, you gag harshly and then fluid comes up and out.
With one hand you hold your hair up, the other clenched the toilet bowl hard needing something to keep you distracted from the pain.
You coughed painfully, and threw up again.
You stand up and look into the mirror, "you have to go to school."
Then pain in your face begged you not to go, your pain begged, but your mind and heart urged you on.
To see him, though you knew it'd crush some part of you.
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Taehyung's POV~
"Good morning class." Taehyung greets his tired students, who greeted him back.
"Mr. Kim! Do you want me to bring Y/n the copy notes?" Jackson asks sitting in his seat.
Taehyung shakes his head, "I'll get it to her eventually but thank you."
He still hasn't said a word to her, much less seen her.
He was beyond worried, but Jimin reassured him and promised that she'd be at school.
But, she hasn't shown up yet.
Taehyung prepares to start class, but the door opens and closes revealing a painful sight.
Her eyes were dark, mouth looked red nearly bruised as if she hit something, skin still slightly pale, eyes foggy.
"Ms. L/n." Taehyung mumbles grabbing her notes off his desk.
He makes his way to her, but notices how she sits a seat away from Jackson.
"Y/n?" Jackson says looking at her.
Looking at her Taehyung rushed to her, without looking too suspicious.
"Are you okay?" Taehyung whispers kneeling at her seat.
She avoids eye contact with him and slightly nods, "y-yeah."
Taehyung looks over her face, he sighs "this is this week's notes."
She slides them closer to herself and looks over the glossy paper.
Laminated.
Taehyung begins down the isle but suddenly Y/n pushes the chair underneath her out and she bolts towards the door with her hand covering her mouth.
Taehyung and everyone's eyes were on the closing door, Taehyung glances at Jackson. Who shrugs.
"Class... Will be dismissed." Taehyung quickly walks out the room then jogs down after Y/n
He stops at the girls bathroom, debating whether or not to go in and help.
But, his head says no.
But, that would be one of the times where he ignores it and listens to what he really wants.
To help Y/n.
He pushes open the door and is met by a large row of cubicles.
He looks at the ground and see's Y/n sitting on the floor, puking her guts out.
"Y/n." Taehyung makes his way to her stall.
"W-why are you in here." She says and he could feel the scolding in her voice.
"Open up." He says stopping at her blue door.
She said nothing but you can feel her refusal.
"As a teacher I need to know whether or not your okay." He says sternly.
Finally finding a way for her to open up.
He immediately kneels beside her, hand on her back and the other on her forehead.
"Your burning up." He says looking at her with a scold.
His turn.
"Why'd you come if you knew you were sick?"
She looked down at her hands, "I promised Jimin."
His face softens, but he still stayed angry.
"I have to get you home." He says standing.
She looks up at him, "what?"
"I'm taking you home.. can you get up?" He asks holding his hand out.
She nods and attempts to stand but all her strength had already left her body.
He sighs, swoops down and picks her bridal style, the way he had before.
He uses his foot to flush the remains in the toilet and ignores the stench of throw up.
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Y/n's POV~
You don't remember when you fell asleep, whether it was in the back of Taehyung's car or when he was carrying you.
One or the other.
But, you don't remember being put in a bed with red sheets.
Red pillows, and a room that smelled like men.
Great.
You look at your clothes, they changed.
You were wearing your school uniform last time you checked, and now you were wearing a black long sleeved shirt.
Your hair was down, and smelled like men and was slightly damp.
A blush crosses your face, you sit up and the feeling of nausea rushes back making you lay back down.
Slowly.
A bright haired boy walks into the room, his back turned to you as he attempted to close the bedroom door with no sound.
He turns and makes awkward eye contact with you.
He smiles and props your head up with pillows.
"You feeling any better?" Taehyung asks frowning at you slightly.
You nod, "yeah actually." You give him a smile.
He smiles back, "good."
He sits on the bed next to you.
He puts his hand on your forehead and smiles relieved.
"It's gone down a lot but not completely."
You blush, his hand on your face reminded you of that night.
"Tae..." You mumble.
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Can we talk... I mean we never did after... That night." You say not intending it to sound like you didn't like it.
You did.
More then you should've.
Especially for someone you didn't like.
"We don't have to if you don't want to." He sounded offended, he stands up and walks towards the bedroom door.
"Wait!" You shout getting him to stop, "w-when I get better do you think.. maybe we can... Try it... Again."
You said it!
Holy crap!
Now what? What if he rejects you?!
What if you pissed him off and he says no!
He turns slowly, he looks at you with a shocked face.
Jaw nearly touching the ground.
His eyes sparkling.
You haven't seen this part of him.
He comes back to you and kisses your forehead, making you flustered.
"H- hey! I said when I was better." You pout.
"You meant an actual kiss this was nothing more than a mere get better soon kiss." He says with a smirk.
You blush.
You look away and out the window.
"W- wait did you change my clothes and wash my hair?" You ask looking at him.
He nods, "don't worry I didn't see anything."
You bit your lip.
"Thanks." You mutter.
He ruffles your hair and then walks away again.
"Tae!" You say quickly, "don't forget."
You hear him murmur something but he walks out.
The door doesn't close fully so you could see him fist pumping and cheering for himself.
You smile.
Cute.
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A day later,
You wake up, still in Tae's bed.
And, the best part was you hadn't thrown up yet.
Your stomach felt better.
Much better.
You grumble tiredly as you sit up, you rub your eyes with the sleeve of Tae's shirt.
Quietly you shuffle out of his bed, his long shirt hit just below your thigh.
Your feet tapped the floor, you escaped out the room and see Taehyung sleeping on the couch.
Your eyes widen as you notice he isn't wearing a shirt.
And he doesn't have a blanket.
It was somewhat cold.
You rush back into his room and pull the sheet of his bed.
Quickly you bring it back to him and put it over his tan body.
In his sleep he smiles, warmth catching the blankets making him shift comfortably.
You smile and sit on the couch on the other side of his black carpet.
Bored, you shifted in the chair.
Your feet in the air and your body upside down.
You searched over his things, decorations, and such.
Exquisite taste.
That's Taehyung for ya.
You roll off the chair and begin to admire the pictures on the walls.
You've been inside his house before, but it was crowded the last time.
Your house was vintage like, his was fashionable and pretty.
Aesthetic.
You tap the marble counter tops and jump over the squares of the tile floor in the open kitchen.
You hear a amused laugh, you look over at Tae and see him smiling.
"Have fun with your own detour?" He asks, his voice... Was hot.
It shot shivers down your spine.
"This place is nice." You say innocently approaching him
He nods, "I'd like to think so too."
You put your hands on the back of the couch and he takes it gently.
He pulls you around the couch and he brings you close to him.
He sits you on his lap.
Your legs straddled him once again.
He checked your forehead and smiled wide.
"Guess your all better."
You nod, "I feel better.. what medicine did you give me."
He presses his index finger on your forehead, "the get well kiss."
You blush and try to scoot off him.
"No, you said as soon as you felt better you'd want to try that kiss again." He says with a smirk.
"I didn't say as soon." You blush intensely at his bare chest and stomach.
Wow, he wasn't fit like Jimin but did he still look good.
His stomach was fit, no sign of fat anywhere, you could see the start of a six pack.
His chest was attractive and soft looking.
"Then do you want to or not?" His eyes narrow, seductively.
You thought immediately how unfair he was acting.
You sigh, you come back close to him
He was somewhat proud that you were doing it with consciousness.
You put your hands on the sides of his head, gently.
You blush, but you don't let your nervousness bring you down.
This was a fight, you declared it.
A war of dominance.
You closed your eyes and slightly peck his lips, but only as a beginner.
He smiles, pulling you back for more.
He wanted you to experience it the way you had always imagined.
His lips were soft, warm yet somewhat cold, his hands traced up your arms landing on your cheeks.
He turns his head slightly to deepen the kiss, the one you were melting in.
The endless, breathless sensation brings you to no end.
The feeling was addictive so you craved more.
You kissed him back.