I followed her back to the bedroom, and I climbed into bed next to her. She turned, her back facing me, and I moved closer, putting my arm around her gently, and moving my face close so that I could smell the scent of her shampoo. I felt her take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and I hoped that she was okay. I didn't care if we laid here all day. I just wanted her to feel better. It was raining out anyway, it wasn't like we could go do anything outdoors.

•°•♡•°•

It wasn't medicine for an infection. It was medicine for my heart. It was some new experimental drug that was supposed to possibly slow down the progression of the walls of my heart thickening. Not stop it. Just slow it down. Maybe. But there were possible side effects, and nausea was one of them. Headache, blurry vision and hand trembling were others, but so far, the nausea was the only thing I'd experienced. This wasn't the first time. It was only supposed to last a few days though, so I should be good here soon.

I was proud of myself for how quickly I'd come up with the fib about it being medicine for something else. I still hadn't decided if I would ever tell him that I was dying. At this point, I was starting to think it really wouldn't matter one way or the other, because the fact that he'd admitted to having feelings meant that he would be affected, once I was no longer here. So knowing ahead of time that he was going to lose me, or just letting it happen and him not finding out until after I'm gone, the outcome would be the same, I imagine. 

But there was a plus to not telling him. It would give him several months of ignorant bliss, and in my opinion, that would be better than knowing I was going to lose someone I had come to care about. So I really didn't think I would tell him. 

It felt good, lying here, his warmth pressed along my back and his arm around me. I knew his face was close to the back of my head, I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. Part of me wished he would press his lips to my skin.

Things could be different if I had been okay with him having feelings for me. Maybe then, he would be nuzzling his nose into the space behind my ear, or kissing my neck. But I knew he was respecting my wishes. 

Did I regret not letting him show me how he felt? Yes and no. I would love nothing more than to be showered with love from this amazing, gorgeous, sexy man. It would be more than my heart deserved. But he didn't deserve any more heartache, and letting him express his feelings would possibly lead to them getting stronger, which would make the pain in the end worse. I couldn't do that to him. 

☆~☆~☆

It continued to rain, and we continued to lay in bed, snuggled together, dozing off occasionally. We got up just after noon, and made some lunch, sitting at the table in the kitchen to eat it. Taehyung had let Yoshi out, but he'd hurried to do his business, running right back in seconds later. I didn't blame him.

"I hope you didn't have anything planned for today. This rain doesn't seem like it's ever going to stop."

He raised his eyes to look at me, blowing on his soup. 

"I didn't. I would think you would be happy it was raining. I'm surprised you haven't gone outside to stand in it yet."

I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I'm wearing nothing but a t-shirt. I'm sure the neighbors would enjoy that."

He lifted his head to look straight at me, his eyes sparkling.

"I have a back yard, and it's surrounded with a privacy fence. If you want to go stand in the rain, no one will see you back there."

I looked at him, and suddenly, I was seriously considering it. I could use a good cleansing. It had been awhile since I'd been able to just stand in the rain and let it soak me to the bone.

"Are you sure no one will see me?"

He raised his eyebrows at me, one corner of his mouth quirking up.

"Of course I'm sure.  But are you really considering going out there?"

I nodded, a smile taking over my face as I stood up. I literally was only wearing his t-shirt. I was actually excited about the thought of going out in the rain next to naked.

I looked at him, and he shook his head at me.

"You're going to get sick. Shouldn't you be being a little careful, if your immune system is weak?"

"I've never gotten sick before. Besides it's not like it's cold out or anything. I'll be fine."

I made my way to the back door, turning the knob and opening it, the sound of the rain making me smile in excitement.

"Be careful, Soo Ah..."

I turned, smiling at him, then I stepped out, pulling the door closed and stepping off the small landing and into the pouring rain. I was immediately soaked, my hair sticking to my face, and the t-shirt melting to my body like a second skin. I stuck my arms out, and with my eyes closed, I turned in a circle, allowing the rain to wash away all the thoughts I'd let build up, all the worries and fears. 

The water ran down my body, forming a puddle under my feet, and squishing through my toes. I wiggled them, looking down at the muddy puddle I was standing in. I couldn't stop smiling. But I was so wet that I was starting to get a chill. I crossed my arms, rubbing them as I stepped onto the landing, realizing I should have asked Taehyung to get a towel so I didn't track water into his kitchen. 

I turned the knob, pushing the door opened to look for him, but I was immediately wrapped in a big fluffy towel and pulled into a pair of strong arms. He brought the ends up to rub the dripping water from my hair, then wrapped me tightly, his hands rubbing my back and upper arms, trying to get me warm. My teeth started to chatter, and I tried to clench them together so he didn't notice, but it didn't work. 

"I told you that you were going to get sick. You've caught a chill, haven't you?"

I nodded, because what else could I do. 

He steered me to a chair, and made me sit, making sure the towel was still around me. He went to the sink, getting me a glass of warm water and bringing it over.

"Drink this. It'll warm up your insides, and help you get warm quicker.

I made a face. I'd never been a fan of warm water. 

"Do you want to catch a cold?"

"N-n-no" I stuttered through my chattering teeth.

He pushed the glass into my hand, and I brought it to my lips, making a face as I drank it down.

Five minutes later, I had, indeed, warmed up some, and my teeth had stopped chattering. 

"Thank You Taehyung."

"I think you should go get a hot shower, and put your dry clothes on, unless, you want to get back in bed after your shower."

I glanced at him through lowered lashes, biting my bottom lip.

"Maybe I do."

His eyes narrowed, just a bit as he watched me clutch the towel around me, wanting to hold onto any warmth I could, even though it was now damp from drying me off.

"Go. Get a shower. Now."

I got up, handing the glass back to him and heading for the stairs to go up and take a shower as I was instructed. I actually was looking forward to it because though I'd warmed up some, my skin still felt cold.

☆~☆~☆

I had been right about her all along. She was crazy. I could hardly believe she had just gone out to stand in the pouring rain, wearing only my t-shirt. 

I ran upstairs, and grabbed the biggest towel I could find, bringing it back down, because she obviously hadn't thought about the fact that she would need one by the time she was done. I looked through the window on the door, and I felt my pulse quicken.

Besides the fact that she was soaked completely, with her hair sticking to her face, the t-shirt had molded to her body, and had left nothing to my imagination. I could see everything, almost as if she were naked. Her breasts, the aroused nipples poking into the fabric, the curve of her waist as it traveled down to where it became the swell of her hips, the roundness of her ass, the fabric sticking to it everyplace except the crack, her tummy, with it's tiny bit of fluff,  it was perfect, and then the spot between her legs that she kept shaved clean, the t-shirt kind of getting pulled between her legs to mold to the area.  As she turned her circle, I could do nothing but stare at her, glad I had sweats on so that my suddenly hard cock didn't feel like it was being strangled.

It seemed that she had had enough of the rain, because she suddenly came towards the door, and I  grabbed the towel from the chair I had dropped it on. As soon as she pushed the door opened, I wrapped it around her, pulling her inside and hugging her to me. I grabbed the loose ends of the towel, bringing them up to catch the water dripping from her hair, rubbing it dry as best I could, then I rubbed up and down her arms, trying to rub some warmth into her.

Her teeth started to chatter, and I decided she was like a child, going out into the rain because it seemed like fun, not taking into consideration that she may catch a cold. How did she even manage to take care of herself when she was so careless?

"I told you that you were going to get sick. You've caught a chill, haven't you?"

She nodded, and I guided her to a chair, making sure the towel was still wrapped around her, and I made her sit. I grabbed a glass, running some warm water in and taking it to her, telling her to drink it, so it would help to warm her up, and she made a face at me. 

"Do you want to catch a cold?"

"N-n-no..."

I made her take the glass, and she finally drank it, thanking me not long after. I suggested she go take a hot shower, and put dry clothes on, but as an afterthought, I mentioned that maybe she'd rather get back into bed. The little vixen pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, making my blood run hot, and said that maybe she would.

"Go. Get a shower. Now."

She stood, handing me the glass with a playful smirk on her face, and went upstairs. 

I stood there, wondering what to do. I could park my rear on the couch, and just hang out down here for awhile, and let Soo Ah do whatever she chose to do, even if it was go back to bed. Or I could go upstairs and wait to see what she decided to do, and if she did get back into bed, I could join her. 

I had no idea why I was even standing here trying to decide what to do. I locked the back door, putting her glass and our bowls from our soup in the sink, and then I took the stairs two at a time, going into my room and sitting on my side of the bed to wait for her to get out of the shower. It wasn't like there was anything else to do. It was raining outside, and if she had to choose between watching TV or getting back in bed, I'd be willing to bet she'd pick getting back in bed.