After bathing her, he carefully lifted her out of the water, cradling her in his arms like a baby. He held her so close, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, as he gently carried her to the bedroom.
As he walked, her body relaxed, her limbs dangling limp. his hands supported her, holding her securely as he moved.
Once they reached the bedroom, he gently laid her on the bed. He took a towel and began to dry her body, the soft fabric moving down her skin. she moans subsided, replaced by soft sighs as the he gentle touch soothed her.
his clothes, a simple white shirt and gray pants, lay on the bed. He helped her into the shirt, buttoning it up to her neck. The sleeves were too long, but he had rolled them up, his fingers brushing against her skin.
Next, he slid the gray pants over her legs, the fabric soft against her skin. The pants were loose, but the he belted them securely around her waist.
With her dressed, he then lifted her into his arms again, cradling her like a baby. He climbed into bed beside her, holding her close as he whispered apologies in her ear.
"I'm sorry for this happening to you," he whispered. "Sorry for everything. If you're feeling better, you can bathe me, and we can bathe together."
The girl's response was a soft sound, barely audible. As the boy drew the covers over her, she drifted off to sleep, her body relaxed in his arms....
As he stood up to leave, her eyes fluttered open, and she grasped his shirt, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't leave me."
yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he looked down at her, her eyes pleading with him to stay. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as her head nestled into his chest.
Her breathing slowed, becoming more relaxed, as she snuggled deeper into his embrace. he fingers intertwined with hers, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him.
As her grip on his shirt loosened, yoongi knew she had fallen asleep. He gently kissed her forehead, his lips brushing against her skin. "Get well soon," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
As he held her close, the boy's eyelids grew heavy, and he too drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the girl's presence...
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As I opened my eyes, I realized my head was resting on Yoongi's chest, his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. It was a gentle, intimate gesture, as if he'd been holding me all night.
My gaze drifted up to Yoongi's face, and I was struck by his handsome features. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes casting a soft shadow on his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, inviting.
I tried to reach out and touch his lips, but my arm felt heavy, as if it was stuck to the bed. I gave up, letting my gaze wander back to Yoongi's chest.
He was wearing something on his chest, a shirt or a jacket, perhaps. I tried to remember what had happened, but my memories were hazy.
As I attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my body, pulling me back down. I fell onto Yoongi's chest, and his eyes snapped open.
"Are you awake, sleeping beauty?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I looked up at him, feeling a flutter in my chest. His eyes were warm, gentle, and inviting...
I slowly uttered, "Hmmm, yes... When did I wake up? Yesterday?"
Yoongi smiled, "You drifted off to sleep, but now you're awake."
I finally spoke up, wondering, "How did I pass out for 2 days?"
Just then, a sharp knock at the door broke the silence. The doctor entered, greeting me warmly and nodding at Yoongi.
As the doctor approached me, he noticed how Yoongi and I were positioned, with my head still on his chest. A hint of a smile played on his lips.
"May I examine her?" the doctor asked Yoongi, who nodded in response.
The doctor began his examination, and after a few moments, he advised, "Your bones are a little stronger now, but you don't have to stress yourself for anything."
He turned to Yoongi and said, "You'll make sure she takes it easy, right?" Yoongi nodded again.
The doctor's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, "And how did you... uh... bathe?"
I looked down at my body and realized I was wearing Yoongi's clothes. The doctor's question hung in the air, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.
"Did he bathe you?" the doctor asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
As I met Yoongi's gaze, I saw a flicker of something there, but it was quickly replaced by a neutral expression. The doctor's eyes lingered on us for a moment before he quietly left the room...
"What do you want to eat?" Yoongi asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Uhm, kimchi," I replied, my stomach growling at the thought.
Yoongi stood up, saying, "Okay," and gently placed me back on the bed. As he turned to leave, I asked, "Where are you going?"
"To cook kimchi," he answered, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
I requested to join him, but he initially disagreed. However, when I said "please," he relented, returning to scoop me up in his arms. He cradled me like a princess, my hand on his neck, his on my waist.
As we headed to the kitchen, I buried my face in his chest, trying to ignore the temptation of his lips.
Once we arrived, Yoongi set me down on the kitchen table, beginning to prepare the kimchi ingredients. I asked if I could learn, and he happily obliged, carrying me forward like a baby.
With his arms wrapped around me, I felt like I was hugging him, but really, he was carrying me. As we cooked together, I couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly Yoongi chopped the vegetables, his hands moving in a blur.
"Am i heavy?" I teased, looking up at him.
Yoongi chuckled, replying, "No," as he continued cooking. Together, we prepared the kimchi, laughing and chatting as we worked....
After cooking the kimchi, Yoongi carried me to the dinner table and gently set me down on top of it. He headed back to the kitchen, returning with the steaming hot kimchi and a spoon.
As he fed me, I couldn't help but exclaim, "This is so sweet! You're a good cook!" Yoongi smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he continued to feed me.
When I asked if he wasn't going to eat, he simply shook his head, focusing on feeding me until I was full. But I surprised him by asking for more food.
Yoongi stared at the plate, and I followed his gaze, realizing that I had devoured the entire dish, leaving the pot empty.
Yoongi chuckled, his smile warm. "So you could eat," he teased.
"I don't usually eat, but it's because your food is sweet, okay?"
After dinner, Yoongi carried the plates to the kitchen, washing them with a quiet efficiency. Once the cleanup was done, he returned to the room, scooping me up in his arms once more. He cradled me close, his eyes gentle, as he carried me back to the comfort of the bed...