JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Sick

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When he pretended to be sick after having an argument with you.

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"Just say it, Y/N. Tell me you had something with him before!" Jimin's voice was sharp, practically vibrating with anger. His eyes burned into mine, every word like a dagger.

I stood my ground, trying not to let his outburst rattle me. "Park Jimin, can't you just listen for once? I don't have anything with Jungkook, he's just my best friend."

The tension in the room was thick. He didn't believe me. Again.

He folded his arms, jaw clenched. "Right. Here comes your explanation... again."

I blinked slowly, biting back the frustration bubbling inside me. "You know what? Fine. I tried to explain it calmly, but you're not even willing to listen. Figure it out yourself."

Without another word, I turned and walked toward our bedroom. I didn't want to see his face right now. Not when he kept choosing jealousy over trust.

JIMIN's POV

God. I messed up.

I sat in the living room, staring at the wall, feeling like the dumbest man alive. She was furious. I could feel it in the way she slammed the door. And honestly? She had every right to be.

My phone buzzed. It was Jungkook.

"Hyung, I'm heading back to Busan tonight. Things with my ex are finally over. I'm sorry if I caused any trouble between you and Y/N. She was just helping me through everything. That's all."

I let the phone drop onto the couch next to me. So that's what it was. Jungkook was going through hell, and Y/N had just been there for him, as a friend.

Like she always has been and me? I acted like an insecure idiot.

Suddenly, an idea sparked. What if I fake being sick? Maybe then... she'll come around.

It was childish. But maybe it would give me a way to fix this. To talk to her without the wall she had rightfully put up.

I grabbed some medicine from the drawer, poured a glass of water, and set it beside the couch. I even threw a blanket over myself for dramatic effect. Then, I texted her.

"I think I caught a cold..."
I waited.

Moments later, I heard rushed footsteps.

"Jimin? Are you okay? You said you're sick?" She called out, her voice already filled with concern. She knelt beside me, eyes scanning my face.

I nodded weakly, playing it up. "Yeah... just started feeling bad."

"Should I make you some soup? Or get you some medicine?" She offered, already starting to stand.

I gently caught her wrist and pulled her down beside me. "I don't want soup. I just want you," I whispered. "Your care... your attention."

She exhaled, resting her head on my chest. I could feel her relaxing.

"I'm sorry," I murmured. "I acted like a jealous jerk. Jungkook texted me, he explained everything. I should've trusted you."

She let out a soft laugh. "You get jealous way too easily, you know that?" She tilted her head up, eyes meeting mine.

I hesitated before admitting, "I'm not really sick..."

"What?" She sat up in mock outrage. "You—" I grinned. "I just wanted a reason for you to take care of me."

She rolled her eyes, then leaned in closer. "You don't need a reason. I can take care of you 24/7..." Her gaze dipped lower, teasing. "And in more ways than one."

She smirked, and I blinked, surprised.

This girl.

I grinned. "Well then... I'll gladly take you up on that."

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