Descended Angel | PJM

Chapter 22

A set of days passed by that were exactly the same. You would have nothing to do after Jimin leaves home for work and by the time he returns, it's almost midnight.

For Jimin, it was another hectic day at the office. He was to release a new collection in less than a week and the fact that some idiot messed with the files wasn't helping at all.

He was on his way back from work when you were figuring out a new recipe in the kitchen. The door played the tune that indicates that someone has entered as a warm expression took over your face as you just finished cooking.

It's a warm expression because you were tired of being left alone all day. You looked to your right to catch a glimpse of him passing by and noticed how he was paler than usual.

Shrugging the thoughts off, you decide to ignore and not question his state. You placed the rice on the dining table as you slumped on the couch and used the time to scroll through social media.

Twenty minutes had passed by. It was a bit odd that Jimin wasn't downstairs for dinner yet so you called him. "Jimin! Are you not going to eat?" you called for the second time as there was no response.

Worried, you jogged upstairs to see him lying on the bed and in a deep sleep. His chest was rising and falling violently so you could make out that he was struggling. There were droplets of sweat that broke from his forehead.

Placing your palm on his forehead, you felt it burn. It hit your senses that he had a high, burning fever. Pulling your hand quickly due to the heat, you rushed out of the room and prepared medicine and some healing soup.

Your mom would have done the same; boil some soup and grab paracetamol and then wait twenty-four hours for the fever to disappear before visiting a doctor. So that's you learned how to make the soup and take care of a normal fever.

As the soup was cooling, you took out a piece of cloth, soaked it in water, and squeezed the water out of it before placing it on his burning forehead in hopes of reducing the temperature.

'Shit, Y/N! How did he get a fever!? You were supposed to make sure he was always well and healthy! The excessive overworking and skipping meals must've caused this tremendous high fever.' you cursed to yourself as you looked at his poor condition.

You then placed the hot bowl of soup on the nightstand beside the bed and got into your tiptoes to open the top cupboard before pulling out a thick duvet that would help his shivering state.

You shook his shoulders gently and called out his name softly. One eye opened before both of his eyes were on you. You indicated to him to sit up as you spread the duvet over his shoulders before pulling a chair closer to him and sitting on it.

He let out a groan as the weakness was killing him inside. "You need to eat to take these tablets, you have a high fever. You're burning!" you said, a worried expression taking over your face.

"But...I wanted to sleep," he pouted as he spoke in a quiet, weak tone.
"After this soup, you need to heal quickly right?" you smiled at him warmly before raising a spoonful to his mouth.

His cheeks slightly turned to a warm shade of pink as he took in the spoon. You weren't sure if you were dealing with a cute five-year-old boy or a grown, mature guy in his twenties anymore.

All of his actions were adorable; he was hiccupping and shivering in the cold. "Turn the air conditioner off," his voice was shaking with his body. "It's already off, Jimin," you replied. "Here is the last spoon."

He once again opened his mouth wide. "There you go, swallow this now," you handed him a tablet that would help with the fever. He obediently gulped the tablet before dissolving into the sheets as you covered him with the warm comforters.