BTS MAKNAE LINE ONESHOTS

Taehyung-Rain

This was a request! Hope you like it!

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"Honeyyy I'm going to take the trash out now." Taehyung yelled from the kitchen.

"Okay! Hurry up! It's going to rain soon!" I yelled back from my room.

"Whaaaat?" He yelled.

"I- ugh." I muttered. I got up and went to the kitchen.

"I said don't take too long. It's about to pour." I said.

"Okay, mother." He teased.

"Aish, I just care about you, okay?" I said, helping him with the trash bags.

He chuckled, "Alright, then."

Just like how I predicted, while he was taking out the trash, it started pouring. I saw him running to the front to put down the pail and running back. Then, he did what I thought was unexpected.

He started dancing. In the rain. The damn rain.

"Yah Taehyung-ah!" I yelled.

"Yes?" He yelled.

"Come in! You're getting soaked!"

"But it's actually fun! It's cool! Come join me!"

"Wha- no! Get in!"

"Noooo." He shouted.

He started to open his arms out and lay his head back. He started to play in the rain. He looked adorable. He started to jump and annoy me, playing in the rain for about 8 minutes or so.

He looked all happy and jumpy when a loud thunderclap roared.

He yelped quickly, running up the stairs. I chuckled.

"Idiot." I laughed.

"See, you're so wet now. Tsk. Wait here." I said, going upstairs to get a towel. I came down and brought the towel to his face. He started to shake like a dog, splattering some water on me.

"Yah-"

"Hueeee," he sang out.

I started to dry him and he suddenly sneezed.

"You probably caught a cold. I told you to come in. Geez."

"Sorry, mother." He smiled.

"Stop calling me your mother,"

"Okay... honey." He smirked.

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A few hours later, he called me.

I went to our room, seeing him all cuddled into our blanket.

"Yes?"

"I'm cold." He said, blinking slowly. I touched his forehead.

"How did you get a fever this quick?" I asked.

"I don't know... I have a fever??" He weakly asked.

"Yes."

"Aw man," he whined.

"Well, who told you to go out in the rain?"

"Heh," he chuckled.

In the end, I always had to take care of him. I don't mind. I love him.

"Okay, I gave you medicine and everything so all you need to do now is sleep. Goodnight." I said, walking out of the room.

"Wait- no..." He peeped.

"What?

"You forgot one thing."

"What did I forget?" I asked, clueless.

"Where's my kiss and cuddles?"

"I'll catch the fever if I kiss you or cuddle you."

He made a whiny noise, pouting, reaching both his arms out and wriggling his fingers, like a kid who wants a piggyback ride.

I sighed, "alright fine."

I snuggled up to him. His arms wrapped around me like there was no tomorrow and eventually we fell asleep together. But guess who got sick the next day?