Mysterious Love🌝 (YOONMIN FF)

Chapter 9

Yoongi POV

I shook him, but he wasn't responding to anything. Panic rose in my chest, and I didn't know what to do. I've never taken care of anyone before. I'm always bad at comforting people, always the one needing comfort.

I thought, Maybe I should bring him some medicine for the fever. So, I rushed to grab it, hands trembling as I tried to open the bottle. When I came back, I gave him the medicine, but he was still shivering, his lips trembling as he mumbled something.

I leaned in closer, trying to catch the words. "Co...ld... Yoongi... cold... mmmm... feeling... cold..." His voice was weak, and it felt like my heart was being squeezed.

Oh, gosh, what do I do now? I thought, panicking more. Then it hit me. I should put a blanket on him.

"Yes, I'm a genius," I muttered, covering him with a thick blanket. But still, he shivered, and I could feel my anxiety growing. This wasn't working. I needed to do more.

I sighed, rubbing my face in frustration. "I'm sorry, Jimin... but I'm doing this only for you. I don't have any other options left."

With that, I took off my shirt, my heart racing as I hesitated for a moment before laying down next to him. I took off his shirt too, trying to be gentle, and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him. We were both now covered in the blanket, my body warmth pressed against his.

His breath was shaky at first, but slowly, he calmed down. A few moments later, I heard him mumbling again, though this time, it wasn't as frantic.

"Yoongi... you... sure about this?" His voice was still soft, barely a whisper.

"Don't worry about it, Jimin. Just... stay warm." I murmured, my own exhaustion catching up with me as I felt his body slowly relaxing.

I didn't know when sleep took over me, but at that moment, with him safe and calm in my arms, I didn't care.

TIME SKIP :- morning

Yoongi POV:-

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was the best sight I had ever witnessed in my entire life. There was Jimin, sleeping so peacefully, his soft cheeks pressed gently into my chest. He looked just like a baby, my baby. His body was curled into me, seeking warmth with such an impatient tenderness, like he couldn't get close enough.

I gently checked on him, relieved to find his body temperature had returned to normal. His fever was gone. He was fine.

For a moment, I wished I could stay like this forever, just holding him, the world outside not existing, and time standing still. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He looked so calm, so beautiful, that I could've watched him for an eternity.

Then, slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, and his gaze met mine. His eyes were still a little hazy from sleep, but they locked onto mine, soft and curious.

"Yoongi...?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, and my heart skipped a beat.

I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "Yeah, Jimin. It's me. How do you feel?"

He blinked up at me, still half-dazed, then gave a sleepy smile. "Better... thanks to you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jimin's POV:

After what felt like ages, I finally slept this peacefully. As I slowly started to open my eyes, the first thing I saw was Yoongi, his gaze fixed on me.

I blinked, a little confused, and murmured, "Yoongi?" My voice was still thick with sleep.

He didn't immediately answer, just brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, his voice almost like a whisper.