Restless

Qu'as-tu vu?

The following days leave him with aimless conclusions.

Seokjin's boss politely offered him one too many tissues, after his incessant sniffling and coughing he was asked to go home. He had enough sense in him to stop by the pharmacy and grab some cold medicine, then call his mother and update her about the week, he does it every Friday.

Spring is sneaking up, slowly, yet Seokjin is shivering more than he ever did in the previous season, winter never left him this cold before. The chills that shake him every now and then aren't caused by a breeze, nor by the lack of a coat; in fact, they feel as if the coldness is nested within Seokjin's chest, blooming ice within his heart.

That night he makes spicy ramen, something that could warm him up, and tries not to cry too much while he watches the television. He updates his boss that he is still under the weather, and most likely will not be able to come in on Monday, however, time will tell. It has only been a day, less than that since Jia had left him. Jimin has yet to call and check up on him, Seokjin can't expect contact so soon, but it's nice to hope, maybe.

The worst feeling of all is his exhaustion.

He used to look forward to sleeping, caught up in the excitement so much sometimes, he wouldn't even be able to catch a wink. Now, he's just scared. He's uneasy. He won't know what to expect. He used to be able to predict how many seconds it took for the man to smile once his eyes met Seokjin's, He used to calculate how he would stutter based on where Seokjin touched him, he used to be sure of it, he knew everything.

And now he knows nothing.

And it terrifies him.

Seokjin didn't even realize he had been crying until he couldn't see the name of whoever was calling him, pop up on his phone.

"Hello?" He asked, his running nose not allowing him to change his voice to hold stability.

"Hey, Seokie!"

"Hey Jimin," Seokjin allowed himself to smile, just a little.

"You kinda left in a hurry the other day, and you didn't reply to my texts, you okay?"

Jimin had texted him?

"Oh sorry, I'm," Seokjin paused, and took a deep breath, "I'm alright."

The line went silent for a moment, "Have you been crying?"

"What!" Seokjin coughed an artificial laugh, "Of course not I just have a cold."

"Oh, well is Jia taking care of you, do I need to drop off anything for you?"

"Um," Seokjin could feel his lip quiver, "Jia won't be coming by anymore."

"Oh, why not?"

"She um, she left me," he said, tears falling again.

"Oh, Seokie I'm so sorry," Jimin said, softly, "do you need anything."

"No I'm okay," he smiled a little, "but thank you."

"Can I ask you something?" Jimin said.

"Sure."

"How long have you been feeling sick?"

"I woke up with it this morning."

"Do you have the chills?"

"Yeah?"

"And you're sweating right," Jimin said, his tone growing stronger.

Seokjin wiped his forehead, "Actually I am."

"Do you feel nauseous?"

"No, but it's hard to eat I guess."

"Okay, give me your address," Jimin said, along with rustling on the other side of the phone.