Sincerely, Yours ♡ p.j.m & y.j.y

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Jimin woke up in a very uncomfortable couch at Tae and Namjoon's place, surrounding himself with empty beer cans and opened bags of chips. Him and the boys almost got into a fight last night just because someone spotted Jeongyeon and the party, wanting to know her phone number. And you guessed it right — Jimin was spitting curses on the poor guy before getting dragged out by Yoongi and Jin.

I honestly don't know what the fuck is happening to me right now. Everything changed when she came into my life. I've been feeling extra frustrated at myself especially if there are guys oogling their eyes towards her. I can't have these types of feelings towards a woman. It makes me weak. It makes me vulnerable and I hate it. I hate the way she keeps on pushing my buttons recently. The more I push her away, the more the universe keeps on letting us meet. She's fiesty and she thinks she can keep up with me with her sassiness — it's fucking annoying the hell out of me. I think the gods are punishing me for being such a dipshit of a son and a brother. I just wish this ends, let her get out of my head for once.

"Chim? Are you alright? You look kinda pale." Namjoon said as he spotted Jimin sitting on the couch looking lifeless and sick.

"I feel like utter shit." He groaned.

Namjoon went over to his side, putting his hand over to his forehead. "Shit, you're burning up."

"Like I always do, baby." Jimin winked but Namjoon smacked him by the back of his head.

"Aish, are you kidding me? Getting a cold a few days before the race?!"

"Do I look like I can control my germs inside my body?" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"No you can't but you should have avoided Jungkook last night, he obviously had a cold and you were sitting by each other!"

"It ain't my fault he wasn't wearing a mask. And besides, who the fuck allowed him to tag along with us if he's sick." Jimin shrugged and right after a few seconds, he sneezed loudly to the point that Tae flinched from his bed, waking up by the sound of his voice.

"Alright, that's it. You're not spreading any germs out here, man. You have to go home and get some rest." Namjoon sighed as he puts the cans and bags of chips in a trash bag.

Jimin didn't want to go but Namjoon insisted on dropping him off by his place and keep his sedan at their place for a few nights until Jimin fully recovers, they're good mechanics anyway so they can have the time to modify Jimin's car with whatever it needs to have.

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As soon as Jimin got home, he was already burning up. Namjoon was supporting him to stand but he was just too weak to stand on his own. Jihyo already left home and Namjoon needed to head home to deal with some stuff so she doesn't have anyone to help her out with on him. Jeongyeon opened the door to his room and it wasn't something that she expected. She was expecting it to be darker, full of car posters, and clothes lying around the floor but his room's well-kept, bright, full of small plants, and there's not much furtnitures inside.

Namjoon laid him down on the bed and crossed his arms, "Please take care of him, Jeongyeon. The race this Saturday is important for him, I'm hoping he's going to be well before then."

Jeongyeon sighed at Jimin's weak state and nodded her head, "I'll do my best."

After sending Namjoon out by the door, Jeongyeon immediately dialed Mrs. Park's phone number. After a few several rings, she picked it up