You realized that inviting an almost complete stranger into your home when you lived alone was an extremely bad idea. However, you also realized that you, quite simply, didn't care. This (kind of) stranger needed help and you were never one to deny help when someone truly needed it.

      "(Y/N)-ssi, I'm really ok!" Taehyung tried to insist, even when you shoved him into your apartment with an eye roll. 

     "Drop the formalities, Taehyung-ah." You grumbled, tugging on his arm gently to lead him to your bathroom. On your way there, you threw your backpack on your couch along with the scarf you wore. You couldn't see him, but you were 99% sure Taehyung was pouting. Glancing back, you were right. 

       "(Y/N)-ah, this is really unnecessary!" He whined, his eyebrows scrunching together cutely. You resisted the urge to coo. To further smother the urge, you shoved him on top of your toilet (with the lid down of course). Taehyung scowled at you. 

      "Mean little thing, aren't you?" He muttered. You snickered and flicked his nose playfully, grinning at him when he glared at you in offense. You just rolled your eyes (jeez, if you roll your eyes anymore, they're gonna roll right out of your head) and grabbed the first aid kit from underneath the sink. 

     "Yes. I am." You agreed, pulling out a disinfectant wipe. You unfolded it carefully and gently pressed it to his face first, biting your bottom lip in concentration. The three cuts on his face weren't deep, but they weren't shallow either. Even though they didn't need stitches, you were worried about infection. So, you cleaned them as best as you could, not noticing the way Taehyung was trying hard not to stare at your mouth, his cheeks a light pink. Even though you tried not to, you couldn't help but notice how ridiculously soft his cheeks were. Your imagination was running rampant, images of you kissing his cheek (and other places, like his mouth) flashing in your mind's eye. You tried to ignore the heat crawling up your neck and into your own cheeks. When the wipe in your hand was too bloody to use, you grabbed a new one and started on his hands.

    His hands...they were larger than yours, but not so that you looked like a child in comparison. Taehyung had rough callouses on his palms from work, but they were oddly soft. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to hold his hand. You couldn't help but imagine what those rough callouses would feel like against your own palms. 

     Since the raccoon didn't get his hands too badly, you decided to move on to his forearms. He might look scrawny and weak, but he was actually muscled. Ropes of wiry muscles lay hidden underneath smooth, tanned skin, a shade darker than the skin on his palms. Reluctantly, you pulled away and threw away the wipes you had used and grabbed bandages, carefully wrapping his forearms and palms with gauze. You leaned back and studied your handiwork, nodding with satisfaction.

     "Thank you," Taehyung muttered softly, his eyes downcast. You smiled softly and ruffled his hair (and you died a little bit inside because his hair was so soft) teasingly. 

     "Ah, don't worry about it, Taehyungie-ah." You replied as you washed your hands. Taehyung looked up at you and gave you a bright, boxy grin, his warm eyes twinkling. Your cheeks heated up, yet again because whose wouldn't? It's almost literally the sun. Too bright and too hot for your small apartment; let alone your poor soul. 

     "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go make something." You suggested as you dried off your hands. At the mention of food, Taehyung's smile dropped off his face and he started to nervously play with his fingers. Noticing this, you narrowed your eyes and placed a hand in your hip and pointed a threatening finger at him. 

    "You are staying for dinner." You stated, your tone final and determined. Taehyung dropped his eyes and shrugged. 

     "Taehyung. Promise me." You demanded. He looked up briefly before looking back down at his hands, mumbling. Your eyes narrowed to practically slits and your nostrils flared. 

      "Tae. Hyung. Promise me." You hissed, flicking his forehead. He yelped and rubbed his forehead, pouting at you. Your expression didn't change, even though you were dying on the inside because oh god he was so cute. 

     "Fine! I promise I'll stay for dinner." He grumbled begrudgingly. You smiled gummily in response, ruffling his hair affectionately. 

     "See? Was that so hard?" You teased, putting the first aid kit away. Taehyung stuck his tongue out at you childishly and you responded in kind. Since everything was put away, you exited the bathroom, Taehyung on your heels. 

     "What do you like to eat? Do you like American food?" You asked over your shoulder as you headed towards the kitchen. You pulled your hair up into a ponytail as you walked towards your sink. 

     "I've never had American food. Wil you make me some?" He asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. You chuckled and nodded. 

     "Sure, Taehyungie. I'll make spaghetti." You answered, pulling out the ingredients. You had just put your pot of water on the burner when the door opened. 

     "(Y/N)-ah! We're here!" Your best friend, Kim Seokjin called. . You had totally forgotten that Jin and his boyfriend, Namjoon, were coming over for dinner today. You turned and looked at Taehyung, only to realize he wasn't there. Your eyes widened. Where did he go?

      "Yah! Taehyung, where did you go?!" You called, running out of the kitchen, back towards the bathroom. The door was open, but you checked anyway, ignoring Namjoon and Jin when they asked who you were calling for. Frustrated, you ran back to the kitchen. However, you noticed something strange under your table. You paused to study it. It looked like a rather large potato. Narrowing your eyes, you stepped forward to get a closer look. You ignored Jin and Namjoon looking at you like you were crazy. Then you noticed the orange hair. Taehyung peeked up at you, his brown eyes wide with fear and shame. Your eyes softened and you crouched down next your table. 

     "Taehyung...you can come out, they're my friends. I trust them." You cooed softly, holding your hand out for him to take. He bit his lip and slowly reached for your hand. You smiled gently and tugged him gently out from underneath the table. 

     "Taehyung, these are my friends. Jin and Namjoon." You said, pointing to them. Taehyung gripped your hand and bowed slightly to them, looking down shyly. 

    "Hi. It's nice to meet you." Jin said gently with a small smile. Namjoon nodded and wrapped his arm around Jin's waist. Taehyung nodded. 

    "Taehyung, I'm gonna make dinner with Jin oppa." You said, turning to him. Taehyung frowned.

    "I wanted to help..." He murmured, pouting cutely. You chuckled and flicked his nose gently. 

    "You can make sure Namjoon stays out of the kitchen." You replied loudly, throwing a pointed glare in Namjoon's direction. The latter had the decency to look sheepish, his cheeks flushing. Taehyung chuckled and you turned to find him smiling squarely at you. You blushed and let go of his hand. You isn't notice that Jin had been watching you shrewdly, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his mouth. 

    "Yah! (Y/N). I'm starving!" Namjoon whined, not noticing Taehyung's flinch. Jin, however...

    "Kim Namjoon! Watch what you say!" Jin scolded with a slap to accompany his words. Namjoon yelped and raised a hand to the back of his head with a pout. 

     "Jinnie hyung, what was that for?" He whined. Jin pulled him closer by pinching his ear, whispering harshly. Namjoon's eyes widened and a he muttered a weak "sorry". You sighed and face palmed internally, wonder why you were friends with the socially (and physically) clumsy idiot. 

    "I'll keep an eye on him." Taehyung said, winking playfully at you. You blushed and nodded, walking back into your now boiling pot of water. You added the noodles, not noticing Jin's presence in the kitchen.

    "Who is he?" Came Jin's voice from behind you. Startled, you jumped and almost whacked him with the stirring spoon you had picked up. He leaned back with an indignant huff. You sighed and turned back around. 

    "A...friend." You answered after a while, blaming the heat on your cheeks on the steam coming from the pot. Jin moved into your line of sight, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. 

    "Oh? When did you meet him?" He asked. You avoided looking at him. 

    "Today..."

     "(Y/N)!"

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A/N: Hehe....*hides* don't hurt me! I'm so sorry it's been so long, but I really wasn't planning on continuing with it anyway. So...surprise!!!