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"Is this love"

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-edited 2026-

Chapter eight

"Is this love"

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"Jimin, you okay?" Hoseok asked, concern lacing his voice. Jimin stared back at him, momentarily lost.

"You're spacing out... it's lunchtime," Hoseok added.

Jimin sighed, massaging his temple. "I don't feel so good."

"Huh? Are you sick?"

Jimin shrugged. "I must've had too much coffee this morning." He had woken up far too early, trying to review his notes because he hadn't had enough time to study for the upcoming exam.

"Didn't you study last weekend?"

Jimin bit his lower lip, guilt creeping in. "I tried... but I also thought it would be best to spend more time with Taehyung..." His voice trailed off as nausea hit him. He pressed a hand to his mouth. "I'm not feeling well—"

"What is it? Are you going to puke or something?" Hoseok jumped back instinctively.

"No, no... I can hold it—" Jimin said weakly as he struggled to stand. "I'm going home."

Hoseok nodded quickly. "Wait, I'll call Taehyung to pick you up." He reached for his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. "Huh?"

Jimin gave him a sheepish smile. "He changed his number... ugh."

"Oh... give me your phone. I'll look for his number," Hoseok said, holding out his hand.

Jimin smiled shyly. "I never asked for it... I forgot. We were always together anyway."

Hoseok shot him an incredulous look. "Seriously? You guys didn't think having each other's number might come in handy?" He shook his head. "Now we have to bother Namjoon hyung... I hope he's not busy."

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"We're here. Need help?" Namjoon greeted with a smile as they arrived. Jimin just nodded. The taller opened the car door for him.

Jimin staggered slightly, his head spinning. "I might throw up."

"We're almost inside your house—just hold on a minute," Namjoon said, steadying him as they reached the doorstep. He knocked loudly, then waited. No answer. "Taehyung!" he called impatiently. "Hey, Tae!"

Jimin groaned, crouching slightly. "Where is Tae... ugh, Joon, I need to puke now—" He pressed a hand to his mouth.

"Where's your spare key?" Namjoon asked in a panic, seeing Jimin bending over. Jimin dropped his bag and pointed. "Aigoo!" Namjoon rolled his eyes briefly but grabbed the key quickly. As soon as the door opened, Jimin bolted toward the toilet.

Namjoon let out a long sigh. "But where the hell is Taehyung?"

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After a while, Namjoon left once he was sure Jimin was okay. Jimin felt grateful for trustworthy friends. He waited for Taehyung to come home, clutching a mug of warm tea and watching anxiously through the window.

An hour passed. Jimin wondered why Taehyung hadn't arrived yet. Finally, he saw him—dressed all in black. Since when did he start liking dark clothes? Jimin thought briefly.

When Taehyung entered, he froze, surprised to see his lover by the window. "You're home early?"

Jimin sipped his tea slowly, then wiped his lips with his sweater sleeves. "Wasn't feeling well... Namjoon hyung brought me home," he explained, placing the cup carefully on the nearby drawer.