attraction.

Long Distance. 3/4

Jeon Jungkook believes that getting food poisoning the night before their date is karma from God for the various instances where he'd skip church (whether intentionally or due to his schedules) because surely, everyone could see how important their final date before she leaves Paris is! He's usually very careful about the food he puts in his body, especially when in a foreign country and to be fair—he'd someone who seldom gets sick, so he thinks that a mighty being surely is looking for a night of comedy or vengeance against him. The medic told him that he needed to let it all out and get some rest, and gave a few tablets to ease the discomfort but his whole mind and being is focused on one thing.

Or so, one person.

His members confiscate his phone, knowing well that he'd probably go against doctors orders and see her despite his condition.

So there he was, alone, throwing up like a crazy person in a luxurious hotel room in Paris.

What a sick and cruel world.

After brushing his teeth for at least the eightieth time, Jeon Jungkook slides open the bathroom door to see a familiar figure. He jumps slightly, before realising who it was.

Park Chaeyoung.

And he instantly feels regret (giving him a new sense of nausea) knowing that she definitely could hear the disgusting sounds emitting from his discomfort just moments ago.

Can he dig a hole and hide under it?!

"Jungkook, Namjoon let me in and told me what happened, are you okay?" She takes a step forward with a glass of warm tea, "... I made you peppermint tea, it usually helps me when I'm unwell."

He watches concern wash across her face, not even an ounce of disgust or discomfort in her expression or voice.

She really is a saint!

Jeon Jungkook thinks that she's truly, the one he adores.

As he carefully takes a warm mug from her, he watches as she jogs over to the table taking out a plastic full of things.

"I used to get sick a lot when I first started working cabin, so I have some medicine that help, some essential oils, heat rub, and I stopped at the store and got some electrolytes, water and biscuits to help," she begins explaining, voice as smooth as honey, "... I hope it doesn't ruin the rest of your trip, Paris is such a beautiful city."

You're more beautiful than the city!

"Thank you Rosie, and I'm—" he takes a deep breath, "... sorry that you see me like this."

She smiles lazily, taking a step closer, "... I prefer to see this side of you than the one on stage."

"You prefer when I'm throwing out my entire stomach out?" He questions, somewhat confused.

She chuckles, "... you look great on stage, but just being here in your normal clothes—I feel like I'm talking to you, not just your persona."

Before he could reply, she reaches for her phone and bag, "... anyway, I'm sorry to disturb you, I actually wanted to leave it with Namjoon but he told me that I should come in and say hi at least. I'm sorry to intrude, I'll head out now so you can rest."

Without thinking, his hand reaches for her arm, "... stay a little, please."

Jeon Jungkook thinks that a little more time with her, is better than what the doctor ordered.

They spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on his bed, talking about life.

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Jeon Jungkook is a perfect gentleman.