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Unidentified Jealousy

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The first rays of the morning sun gently peeked through the open blinds, casting a warm glow upon the peaceful space. He fluttered open his eyes. He took a moment to adjust to the brightness, rubbing his eyes with his fingers when he felt a piece of clothe over his forehead. He frowned, lifting his hand, but his movements paused when his gaze landed on her.

She was sleeping in a sitting position, while his head was resting on the pillow she had placed on her lap. Was she sleeping like that the whole night? He got up instantly, roaming his eyes around the room. His gaze fell on his t-shirt, tossed at the edge of the bed.

Memories flooded his mind, which took him back to the previous night. He remembered her guiding him back inside when he calmed down and instructing him to lay down on the bed. His mind was hazy, but he faintly remembered her applying warm towel compresses to his face and chest. She was massaging his palms and feet to soothe his muscles while changing the towel from time to time.

His gaze slowly dropped as his brows furrowed slightly. He couldn't recall when he fell asleep. Was she doing it throughout the night? He looked back at her as guilt washed over him for troubling her like that.

Her head was slightly tilted, resting against the headboard. Her loose strands were gracing the sides of her enchanting face. She was sleeping so peacefully. He couldn't help but admire the serene expression on her face, the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every soft breath she took

He tucked her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Exhaling, he held the back of her head, and tried to make her lay comfortably, but as he lifted her head, she flinched and opened her lashes, battling them couple of times before she looked at him. Her eyes met with his cold gaze while he moved back from her.

"Taehyung," she mumbled, but no response came out from him as her gaze dropped at his body.

"Y-you're not sweating, right?" She touched his forehead, her eyes worried and fearful. she grabbed his palm after checking his temperature

"Your hands. Can you feel your muscles. We should visit the doctor, you know those weren't good symptoms. You were too col -"
She was squeezing his palm, her hands repeatedly checking his forehead and neck, while her gaze was moving everywhere but his eyes. He silently watched her every impatient action which made him sigh heavily. He scooted closer, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her to his chest, silencing the rest of her words and stopping her actions.

"I'm fine, little doll. It's ok," he cooed softly, sliding his palm over her head, and those words were enough for her tears to spill free from her eyes. She was too terrified to watch him like that last night. She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest, allowing herself to cry in his arms and lift that weight off her heart.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their calm breathing filling the air. They didn't know how much time passed. Her tears had stopped long ago. She had her head pressed to his heart, and a hand dropped on his chest. Her fingertips draw invisible patterns over his bare skin while staring absentmindly. His arms were wrapped around her waist as serene silence was surrounding them. Both were laying comfortably on the bed until she decided to break it.

"Are you awake," She asked softly, making him hum in response. The soft yet husky sound resonated in the silence.

Y/n raised her head to meet his eyes. He lifted a hand, pushing her hair from her face and caressing the skin of her cheek, making her close her eyes at the warm and gentle touch. He smiled faintly, watching her and slid his palm around her neck to close the space between their faces and take her lips in his.