I hate you but... I love you| Jimin

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Feeling dizzy, I went to open the door with slow steps.

"Jimin?" I asked when I opened the door and saw Jimin with several paper bags in his hands.

"Can I come in?" He looked at me with eyes full of concern.
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"What are you doing here?" I still didn't move away from the doorway.

"Minho said you're sick. So I came to see how you are. So you'll let me in orrr?"

I sighed loudly. "I don't know, Jimin. All the stress and psychological exhaustion combined together and I got sick. I thought I wouldn't even get out of bed today. I think I could go at least one day without you and your dramas."

Jimin stood a little confused.

Did I see the guilt on his face?

"Umm... Then at least take what I brought." He held out the bags.

I looked at the bags and thought.

What should I do?

Not accept the bags and tell him to leave, take the bags and kick him out, or accept him with all the bags?

I sighed deeply. "What kind of person would I be if I threw you out when you came to me. Come in."

"I won't stay long. I don't want to cause you any more stress." Jimin walked in and took off his shoes and went into the living room.

Shit. It felt like I was too angry with him. But I told the truth...

Why do I feel bad about being unfriendly to him? When I don't act even half as cruel as he does to me.

Me and my good heart... Me and my soft spot for him...

I felt weak. I stopped in the middle of the room and leaned against the wall.

"Y/n? How are you?" Jimin dropped his bags and ran over to me. He hugged me around the waist for support. "Come sit down." Totally not expecting it, Jimin picked me up bridal style and carried me to the couch.

I looked at him with dazed eyes, I think my temperature had risen again. I could see both concern and warmth in Jimin's eyes. It was very surprising to me. I still didn't believe that he could look at me like that.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital?" He laid me down on the sofa and touched my forehead.

"No. It's all right, I'll get better." I sat more comfortably on the sofa.

"Are you hungry?" Jimin pulled out food bowls from one of the bags. "I have soup and noodles. Do you want anything?"

"Maybe I won't turn down the soup. Although I'm not hungry."

Jimin opened the soup bowl and handed it to me, along with the spoon.

"Thank you." I thanked him silently and started to eat.

Neither of us said anything. Jimin just watched me, I could feel his gaze on me.

Jimin started to pick at the bags.

There was fruit, herbal teas, juices, and a few packets of medicine. "I bought some medicine, too, in case it gets worse."

"Oh, maybe I need to take some." I put the soup bowl on the table and took a flu pill.

"Is there anything else I can help you with? Because if not, I won't bother you anymore and I'll leave you alone."

There was only one answer in my head that I couldn't say out loud.

Cuddles. I needed his cuddles.

"Say it, Y/n. I can see something going on in your head." Jimin was watching me intently.