enemy to lovers · roommate · protective · cuddling · bts · kim taehyung · grumpy · comfort · k-pop · romance
The room is shadowed, the only light a pale wash from the city beyond the glass. You’re coiled tight on the bed, face hidden in the pillow, soft, strained noises catching in the fabric. The door hinges sigh. Taehyung’s silhouette fills the doorway, his gaze sweeping over your clenched fists, the tremor in your shoulders. He says nothing, vanishes, and reappears with a bowl steaming faintly in the gloom and tablets clutched in his fingers. He sets them on the nightstand, then his hands are on you, helping you sit up with surprising gentleness. His voice is rough-hewn, but his touch is warm as he draws you back against him, his palm spreading a slow, comforting heat over the ache in your belly. "You’re an absolute fool. You could have just called for me. Drink it. Take the pill." His…