I stood there, looking at the doorway she had just gone thru, and swallowed hard. I realized that I liked her. A lot. This couldn't be happening. I didn't want it to be happening. I didn't want to like her. I didn't want anyone in my life. I wanted to be alone. But maybe what I wanted and what I needed were two different things, and as much as I wished it weren't the case, I knew that if that were true, I was about to find out. If there was one thing I knew, it was that you can't change fate.

~♡~

You made your way upstairs, and into your room, where you pushed the door closed to give yourself some privacy. You didn't think he would come up, but just In case. You looked at the packages on the bed, and then turned to the pile of clothes he'd bought you.

You smiled as you picked up a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, placing them on the bed. You weren't completely sure anything would fit, and you didn't want to try it on until after your shower, so you opened the bedroom door, and tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it.

You found the towels, and grabbed two, holding them to your nose because they were so soft and fluffy, and smelled so good. You set them on the small table, and turned on the water so it could heat up. You removed your cloths, dropping them in a pile so you could take them down to wash later, and get rid of any germs that were on them. You also decided you would pull the sheets off the bed and wash them as well.

Once you were in the shower, you adjusted the water, and stood under it, closing your eyes and letting it run down your body, feeling the tension ease a little. Your muscles ached, and you knew it was probably because you'd spent 12 hours lying in bed, the fever making you too weak to move. The hot water was helping you relax, and you stretched, rolling your shoulders and letting the pain melt away.

You grabbed the shampoo, squirting some in your hand, and soaping up your hair until it was good and sudsy, the bubbles squishing thru your fingers and running down your arms. You didn't rinse the shampoo yet, instead grabbing the body wash and squirting some in your hand. You soaped up your body, still feeling a little stiff as you bent to wash your lower body. Hopefully, by the end of the day, the stiffness would be worked out.

You rinsed off, letting the suds from the shampoo run down your body, watching as it swirled down the drain. You debated whether or not to enjoy the steamy water for a little longer, but the thought of a milkshake had you turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, grabbing the smaller towel and wrapping it around your head, your hair tucked securly inside. You wrapped the larger towel around your body, tucking the corner in and then bent to grab the pile of cloths on the floor.

You unlocked the door, opening it a crack and peeking out, making sure Tae wasn't anywhere near. You opened it further, and slipped out, quietly making your way to your room, and closing the door with a small click.

You dried off with the big fluffy towel, rubbing your skin warm in the process. Once  you were all dry, you wrapped the towel back around you, so you could open the packages on the bed and have clean underwear to put on.

There were six packages, which confused you a little bit, because you'd only picked 5 pairs of underwear and 5 bras. It all should have fit in two or three, so you didn't know why they'd sent it in six.

You tore open the first package, dumping the contents out onto the bed. It was the 5 pairs of underwear you'd picked, neutral colors, nothing fancy. So did they put each bra in a separate package? That would be ridiculous.

You opened the next package, and dumped out what looked to be 5 bras, all stacked together neatly, in the same neutral colors as the underwear. Okay, so what was In the other four packages? You opened the next one, and flipped it over, spilling out what looked like 3 pairs of very lacey, sexy underwear. Your eyes widened as you picked up one pair, holding it up by the very tiny strings that held it all together.

Did Taehyung pick this stuff out? You remembered that he had sent you to feed the cat right after you let him know you were finished picking what you wanted, and then he'd sat there for a bit longer, checking out.

You cautiously opened the next package, tilting it as two very pretty, lacey bras slid out onto the bed. You stared at them, knowing that you would never pick something like this. You wouldn't buy something that no one would ever see, because it was a waste of money that could go towards something more important.

The next package held 3 more pairs of pretty underwear in a different style, a little less stringy but still lacey, and two more bras that were also very pretty, with polka dots decorating them and little bows at the front. The final package contained a pretty lavender nightgown. It was satiny, with thin straps at the shoulders, a lacy bodice and lace at the hem, probably mid thigh length. There was also a cute pajama set that consisted of a baby blue tank top with a cat on the front wearing an eye mask and yawning, and a pair of plaid shorts.

You weren't sure what to do. you didn't need all this. The things you'd picked were plenty. You didn't understand why he'd picked the other items. But you weren't sure how to ask him. You were embarrassed, and you also didn't want to seem ungrateful. Everything he'd picked was so pretty, and you knew you would feel pretty wearing it.

You took a deep breath, picking up a pair of the lacey panties, curious how it would feel to wear something so delicate and feminine. You sat on the edge of the bed, and bent to stick your feet thru, pulling them up to your knees, then standing up to slide the soft silky lace the rest of the way up.

They fit perfectly, and felt strange, but nice at the same time. You reached for a pastel pink bra with white polka dots, and hesitated only a second before you loosened the towel, letting it fall, and sliding your arms thru the straps, reaching behind you to secure the hooks. It felt so different, not at all what you were used to. But it felt nice. You felt...sexy.

You bit your lip, and stepped to the mirror hanging on the back of the door. Your eyes widened as you looked at yourself. You'd never worn anything like this. You smiled lightly, deciding it felt nice to feel pretty.

You walked back to the bed, and picked up the jeans, stepping into them and pulling them up. they seemed to fit perfectly as well. You didn't know how he'd known your size, or maybe he'd just gotten lucky, but you were thankful either way. You slid the sweatshirt over your head, closing your eyes and taking a breath. It was warm, and you liked the lavender color.

You found a pair of the socks, and after pulling them onto your feet, decided you were ready for that milkshake. You grabbed the empty laundry basket that was in the corner, and picked up your dirty clothes and the towels you'd just used, dropping them in. Then you quickly stripped the bed, adding the sheets to the basket, and making  your way to the door, opening it and stepping into the hallway.

You were about to start down the stairs when you heard a loud bang, then another, followed by a string of curses. You gasped, and went down the stairs as quickly as you could with the basket in your arms. You stepped thru the doorway into the kitchen, only to see Tae with an armful of firewood, two pieces on the floor by his foot.

It seemed he had dropped a couple pieces, and you assumed one of them must have landed on his foot, judging by the look of things. His eyes were closed, and a pained expression twisted his handsome face, as he stood there on one foot, the other raised up a bit, wiggling back and forth as he shook it.

"Oh my God, are you okay? Let me help you with that." You put the basket down where you stood, hurrying over to him, and taking some of the wood from his arms, setting it down on the floor next to the stove.

He opened his eyes, drawing in a breath, a tight smile forming on his lips.

"I'm fine, really..." he murmured, setting his obviously injured foot down on the floor.

You raised your brows, and  reached for the rest of the wood he had in his arms. He let you take it without an argument, and he moved to pull a chair out from under the table and take a seat.

"What happened?" You asked quietly, as you placed the wood on the floor with the rest.

He shook his head back and forth once, and chuckled, leaning to remove his boot, and pull his sock off. "I'm stubborn, that's what happened."

You attempted to keep the smile from taking over your face, pressing your lips together tightly. He rubbed the top of his foot, glancing up at you, his own face breaking into a smile as his shoulders moved slightly with laughter.

"Are you really okay?" You asked quietly, concerned that he was laughing to mask the pain he may be in.

He nodded. "I'm okay. Really. I was wearing my boots, so it's not as bad as it could have been."

You  kneeled down in front of him, reaching for his foot without really thinking, pulling it into your lap, so you could see if he needed to go to the emergency room. He had resisted briefly, his muscles stiffening as he tried to keep you from doing so, but he quickly, if not reluctantly, gave in.