𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter twenty-five

He is burning with high fever yet...he didn't even bother to let anyone know about it? Is this man even real?

My eyebrows furrowed with concern, I gently shook his shoulder, trying to rouse him. "Jungkook, wake up. You're not well."

But he just moaned and turned his head, his eyes closed. I felt a pang of worry and wondered what had happened to him.

He had been working too hard recently... is this the reason why he got suddenly sick? I knew I had to get him to a doctor, but for now, I just wanted to make him comfortable.

I can't just let him sleep uncomfortably on the couch here for the whole night...I need to get him to his room first but how..?

"Jungkook...?" I called.

"Mhm?" was all I got in response. I sighed and decided to take matters into my own hands. Alright, I can do it. I gently lifted his head and helped him sit up on the couch, then carefully placed his hand around my shoulder.

My goal was to get him to bed, but first, I had to get him standing. I slowly tried to lift him up, supporting his weight and balancing him against me. But just as we were about to stand, my leg tripped, and he landed back on the couch with a thud. I felt a sharp pain in my jaw as my face landed on his lap.

"Ouch-" A groan escaped my lips as I rubbed my sore jaw. But then I felt a strange sensation in my fingertips, like I had touched something uh....unexpected- what is this?

I slowly opened my eyes to find my hand on Jungkook's...ahem...private area. My cheeks flushed bright red as I realized what had happened. I had touched his-

"What are you doing?"

Abruptly, hearing a low, husky voice, I glanced up only to find Jungkook staring down at me with his brows furrowed in confusion. "I-" that made me jump. I quickly scrambled away from him, my face still burning with embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I was trying to help you..I didn't mean to..uh- touch you there-" I trailed off, mortified. Jungkook simply looked at me blankly, but I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

He took a moment to process, as if the realization of the situation had finally sunk in. "Uh-I understand," he said, his voice laced with a mix of emotions. We both looked away, the silence between us becoming awkward and uncomfortable. It was as if we were both trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stood up, but his legs seemed to give way beneath him. I instinctively reached out and caught him, holding him steady. "Are you alright?!" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

"Yeah...I'm fine," he muttered, his tone unconvincing. I could tell he was hurting, but he didn't want to admit it. His eyes, his voice, everything about him screamed that he was suffering.

"You're burning up," I said, trying to reason with him. "Let me help you back to your room." I expected resistance, but instead, he just looked at me, his gaze piercing through mine. Then, without a word, he placed a hand on my shoulder, as if finally accepting my help.

As I supported him, I could feel his warmth, his vulnerability. It was as if he had finally surrendered, allowing me to take care of him. I guided him gently, trying not to jar him too much. With each step, I could feel his weight bearing down on me, but I didn't mind. I just wanted to help him, to make him feel better.

-#[Jungkook's bedroom]:

As he sat on the bed, he slowly released his grip on my shoulder, setting me free. "Thank you for your help. You can leave now," he said, his voice firm but polite. I furrowed my brows, taken aback by his dismissal.