Is Taehyung Sick Novels & Stories

Both of Dae Hyun’s eyes were still closing tight, but his mouth never stopped asking her not to leave him. Qeiza took a long deep breath. “Alright. I won’t go,” purred Qeiza. She knelt again on the side of Dae Hyun’s bed and caressed softly his back of hand. After Dae Hyun looked calmer, Qeiza called Dae Hyun’s private doctor. “Don’t worry, Ae Ri,” said Daniel after examining Dae Hyun. “He’ll be alright. This is just a case of mild food poisoning.”

"Yes, I am truly close with Jungwoo. Please tell me what the matter is." Over the receiver, a long silence flowed. Just what kind of incident had broken out. Haneul Jang swallowed a dry saliva and awaited Yoo Kyungho's words that would follow. -Jungwoo collapsed. Fearing if there was some kind of chronic illness I didn't know about the fellow. His heart dropped with a thud. *** Just why on earth did that fellow, who looked that healthy, behave that way? "Ah, truly? Where is he right now? Is he hospitalized?"

' 'So unprofessional! 'His immature enthusiasm showed S.T.A.Y in poor light.' 'Jeongwoo is why you should never trust these Idols.' Despite always being the careful one when reading these online comments, these conversations were just plain painful. They made me feel bad for falling ill- worse than I already felt about it.

" Everyone agreed with him as he is the most sensible one. "But, we need to find out what are they up to," Hyun-Tae said softly, not looking directly at anyone else. "We will," Ha-Yoon added with a smile. Jung-Hoon shook his head while rubbing Syanja's back gently. She had been coughing badly as she caught a cold. Her body temperature had dropped dangerously fast.

It made me wonder if I deserved such compliments. I was unable to enjoy those compliments nor success and, if anything, while pondering over it, I started to disparage myself. And that is how I got insomnia. I couldn’t sleep at all, so I was unable to properly do the things I had to do during the daytime and ended up injuring myself. That's why I need to get away for a while. The only one who knew about my escape was Taehyung, and he ended up helping me hide at his place that he shares with his members.

Bae Ji said to Hyun Joo, “We both will just wait outside. Bo Ra and you can go inside to consult with doctors.” Hyun Joo said, “What.. What's wrong with it. Come in with us.” Bae Ji said, “I don’t know how to reply when he asks is that all dream. So please count me out.” Bo Ra said, “Bae Ji is right. He has to confess to Dong Jun when he wakes up. Then… Let’s go in Hyun Joo.” Bo Ra and Hyun Joo went to meet doctor. Hyun Joo asked, “What happened to him doctor?” The doctor said, “Nothing to worry! He just fainted because of stress. Give him a little space to recover. Make him happy.”

"But you're mine. And tonight, I'll remind you why resistance is futile." He pushed me back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under our weight as he loomed over me. His body was hot, feverish, pressing me down with his bulk. I could feel the hardness of him against my thigh, insistent, but there was a sluggishness to his movements—a telltale sign the infection was winning. "Taehyung," I whispered, my hands pressing against his chest, not to push away but to steady him. "You're not well. Rest. The claiming can wait—"

Young-Jae smiled, a lot distracted from his previous thoughts and Minjae chuckled fondly, driving with one hand while the other settled onto Young-Jae's hair again. "He is, he is but you sure haven't seen Taehyung. That man's an eighteenth-century art professor trapped in the body of a frat-boy. He embodies delicacy and beauty while Nam believes in Kalguksu supremacy," she laughed shaking her head. "Anyway, so when he met Tae the very first time he fell out of the chair he was sitting in and bruised his knee. Taehyung, who was trying his best to hold his laughter back, tried to help him up but Tae used to be a lot leaner before. He couldn't pick him up and tripped backward, falling on his bu

There was this intense pain running all through my lower body, my legs were sore and next thing I knew I couldn't walk. I crashed to the floor and yelped in pain, Taehyung chuckled at first but then got over and picked me up. "Sorry" he giggled as he carried me towards the bathtub. "Shut up" I blushed and looked away, pouting at him. "The water is warm, you'll feel better soon" he said and got in the tub before me. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes

But I nodded anyway, urging him to continue. "He is uh..." He paused then, swallowing hard; a clear sign that whatever he wanted to say next was pretty hard for him. "Well, he's sick. Actually, he's been sick for a long time now, but he's been managing it well. But now, things are out of control, and it's pretty serious."