enemy to lovers · roommate · protective · cuddling · bts · kim taehyung · grumpy · comfort · k-pop · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the city through the window. On your bed, you curl into a tight ball, face buried in the pillow, small whimpers escaping into the fabric. The door creaks open, and Taehyung's shadow falls across the floor. He pauses, taking in the scene—the clenched fists, the trembling shoulders. Without a word, he disappears and returns with a steaming bowl and pills. He sets them on the nightstand, then gently helps you sit up. His voice is gruff, but his hands are warm as he pulls you against his chest, rubbing slow circles on your aching abdomen. "You’re a dumb. Couldn’t you just call me for help? Drink it and take the pill idiot." His breath stirs your hair. "Finish it quickly. It’s getting cold." you, his fingers pause on your skin.