I Need You - Jikook

-15-

Jimin started panicking after Jungkook played a new song named "begin" after "euphoria" was over.

"Umm... Jungkook..?"

He was not heard because of the loud music. And by the look of it, this song didnt have any easier dance steps either.

"Jungkook?"

"Why is he working this hard when he's not well? He had an upset stomach yesterday night. He skipped his breakfast and now his lunch too..." Jimin thought.

Being done, Jimin went and pulled the wire that connect the phone to the speaker. Startled, Jungkook turned towards the owner of this act.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jungkook asked as he moved towards Jimin to plug the phone to the speaker.

"Dont you think that you've practised enough?" Jimin asked as he stood in front of the speaker, blocking it from Jungkook.

"This is merely practise Jimin. Now move that cute ass of yours or I'll do it myself."

"No." Jimin said as he folded his hands and stood as if daring him to do it.

Jungkook sighed as he rubbed his sweaty face with his hands.

"Jimin please."

"Jungkook no. Look at you... you are looking tired and you haven't had your food yet from yesterday night. That too you had to throw out in the sink. Please rest. You dont look. Look at your hands... they are shivering."

Jungkook keenly looked at Jimin who had a cute worried look on his face.

"So what are you my wife now?" He asked smirking at the flustered boy in front of him.

"This is just me caring for someone who saved my life. Please Jungkook."

"Ok. But just this once?"

"Aha! No way....." Jimin said as he dragged him away from the speaker.

"Ok ok... just a minute. Let me take my phone." Jungkook chuckled at his wife. I mean.... at Jimin who was acting like his wife.

Jimin went to take a water bottle for Jungkook when he hear a loud thud. He turned back to see Jungkook lying down.

"Fuck." Jimin cursed as he ran towards him and sat down next to Jungkook.

"Hey Hey... Jungkook.... fuck..." He called out as he slapped his cheeks slowly. Not seeing any motion, he poured water from the bottle to his hand and sprinkled it on his face.

Jimin sighed in relief after seeing Jungkook open his eyes slowly.

"And you said you wanted to practise more." He said slowly with sarcasm and a pout on his face.

"I'm fine." Jungkook said with a low voice as if he was forcing the words out if his mouth.

"Well you dont look fine to me!" He said pouting more.

"Is my wife pouting? Maybe a kiss might make me feel better!"

"Ugh. Go die.!" Jimin said as he got up and walked towards the door. Covering his flustered face from Jungkook.

"Dont go.... help me get up." He called out to Jimin even though he had enough strength to atleast get up and walk.

"You had the strength to practise this much. Where did all that go?" Jimin asked, standing next to the door, hands crossed and staring at him with keen eyes.

"Come on... I just fainted.... dont treat a patient this rudely. Pick me up." He said as he put his hands up like kids do.

Jimin sighed and walked towards to him. "Get up." He pulled his hands and turned around to walk.

"Where are you going? Help me walk."

"You dont have any sprained or fractured leg. You can walk."

"Aahhh...." Jungkook yelled as he sat down, showing that he was tired.

"Such a kid." Jimin mumbled before pulling him up and placing one of his hand on his shoulders.

"This position is not right.... "

"What do you mean?"

"Its uncomfortable." Jungkook said as he placed Jimin's hand on his shoulders and he placed his hand on Jimin's waist. Just the opposite way.

"Perfect."

"Wh-what are you doing? Are you the one sick or me?"

"This is easier for me to walk.
Why is your face red though? Is my hands on your waist making you flustered?" Jungkook asked with a low voice and their close proximity was not helping Jimin at all.

"Pfft!! What are you talking about? Come on let's go." Jimin said as he hurried towards the door pulling a stumbling Jungkook with him, not caring if he was able to pick up Jimin's pace or no. He just wanted to escape the studio room and go to his room and hide under his blanket and think about all the things that happened today. Specifically the things that made him flustered.