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

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Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door slowly opened.

I looked up with teary eyes and saw Jimin in front of me.

He was looking at me with a surprised face.

"Y/n?..." Jimin asked, still confused. "I must be dreaming or I must have died and gone to heaven."

"Jimin I am real, this is real. Will you let me in?" I asked quietly, still not fully understanding what I was doing here.
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Jimin moved aside without saying anything and I walked inside.

Jimin went somewhere.

I locked the door before catching up with him.

"Jimin?" I followed him. But he didn't react to me.

Maybe he was high on something? Drugs or sleeping pills.

I had no idea what was wrong with him, but it made me feel horrified.

"Fucking, Park Jimin. Listen to me." I raised my voice as I followed him into his bedroom.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed and gave me a dazed look. I had a feeling he wasn't quite here.

I knelt down in front of him and took his face in my hands.

"Jimin, have you been drinking something? What did you take?" My eyes scanned his face.

"I drank a lot of different things. I wanted to get at least one good night's sleep. I took medication and I drank alcohol." Jimin couldn't focus on me. He simply didn't focus his gaze.

BTS has a private clinic with private doctors. This is done to prevent their health problems from becoming public.

Very scared, I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number of the main doctor.

"Hello. I'm sorry to bother you so late. But Jimin..." I held back tears. "He's very unwell. I think he's mixed the sedatives with alcohol. He doesn't look like himself. What should I do?" Panic built up in my voice and body.

"It's all right, Y/n. That's what I was hired to do. Now there are two options, depending on how much medication he has taken. If the amount is not too high, then it is enough that he is supervised, that he drinks a lot of water, that he even eats something, and that he gets some fresh air. But if he has taken a lot, then a stomach cleansing is needed. I think for the time being, if you can, stay with him, watch him. And if you see that he is getting worse, then call me again. Shall I send a nurse if you can't be with him?"

"It's all right, thank you. I'll stay with him." I ended the call.

"Jimin, sit here, I'll be right back."

With quick steps, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Please drink it all." I said after opening the bottle and I handed it to Jimin. "Please for me." I added when he didn't want to drink.

Then I pushed him into the shower.

"How are you feeling?" I asked when we got back to the bedroom.

"I don't know..." He mumbled. "I want to sleep."

"Maybe we can go grab something to eat and then you can go to bed?" I asked hopefully.

"No. I don't want to eat." Jimin mumbled and went to bed.

My heart ached so much. I was so worried about him.

Jimin lay down, covered himself with a blanket and curled up in a ball, and seemed to be already asleep.