𝖲𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 | JJK |

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 🥀

I reached for my neck and wiped the beads of sweat before opening my eyes. I was burning beneath these thick blankets and it was barely sunrise. I glanced over at my clock and sat up in disbelief. I had only been asleep for an hour since- he came into my room.

I pushed the blankets off my bed and waited a minute before standing. The heat was making me nauseous and I had no glass of water beside me to drink. I slowly opened my door and began walking to the stairs when I heard faint groans coming from the room beside mine. My brows furrowed and I moved closer towards his door before pressing my ear against it.

I took a step closer only for my body to tense when the floorboard creaked. I winced and tried to slip away from his door and into my own room, but his door opened. I glanced up at him and his brows furrowed, "My—earring." I said, bending down, and pretending to find it.

"Lia." He said, and my eyes flickered to his bed behind him. "What happened?" I asked, having noticed the bloody tissues laying over his bed and floor. His arm grabbed the edge of his door, closing it enough to block my view. I stood, my eyes trying to see where on him the bloody as coming from. It was then that I had noticed his state. His eyes were slightly red and the veins in his neck were throbbing enough to be visible beneath the thick layer of sweat which ran down the sides of his face.

"What?" He grunted, and I blinked. "Nothing. I didn't say-"

"Then go back to bed." He interrupted, his jaw clenching when I held the door open. "I can help you if you're struggling." I told him, and he scoffed before rubbing his temple. "Help me with what?" He asked, and I swallowed hard. "You're clearly bleeding- somewhere, it'll be easier if I just help rather than your grunts keeping me awake." I lied.

He stared at me intently, his eyes narrowing as he extended his arm, opening the door. I walked in, taking in the state of his messy room. He cleared his throat and I turned around when he closed the door. "I'll let you help, but under one condition: you don't ask me any bullshit questions." He muttered the last part and I raised a brow, "Bullshit questions?"

He turned his back to me and my eyes widened. There was a cut just behind his shoulder as if something had dug into his skin and forcefully dragged through it. "How did that happen?" I gasped softly, and he glanced over his shoulder at me with a blank expression.

No bullshit questions.

It must've happened when he left at dinner, but what could've caused this?

"I'll try my best." I told him, "But, I'm not stitching any skin-"

"Are you going to help me, or not?" He said, and I pressed my lips together in a thin line. "Sure." I murmured, opening the medical box on his bed. I will probably need the Antibiotic ointment-

"Are you just going to stare at the box?" He questioned, and I looked up at him. "Come, sit." I said, patting the space on the bed in-front of my knees. He complied, "Can I just ask one question?" I said, slowly wiping the blood from around the cut. "What?"

"Did you really like Japan?"

I was met with silence before he suddenly stood. The bloody wet wipe fell into my lap and I looked up at him confused, "What are you doing-"

"Just go back to your room, Lia, it's late and I'm tired." He sighed, and I got up from his bed. "Why are you being so stubborn- all I did was ask you about Japan-"

"Because it was hell." He said, his eyes meeting mine. "I was there for almost three years, yet I kept re- living my last night here- with you. Over, and over again- your lips, your scent, your cries- it haunts me, and now, you're in my room in your little fucking night dress- pretending to worry about me."