Why? || Kim Taehyung

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A/N: important notice at the end, please do read it ^^ lame chapter ahead guys... Pls comment and vote :3

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"Yah Jeon Jiwoo what are you doing in your damn room?" I heard Yoongi oppa shout from outside.

I tried my best to open my eyelids but they seemed to be extra heavy today. A constant prod in my head was pounding vigorously, feeling like my head was splitting into two. It felt so cold yet so hot at the same time and my throat seemed to be beyond parched.

My attention was soon again drawn back to the sound of my door getting opened.

"Yah, what the f- are you okay?!" He spoke and soon I felt Yoongi's warm hand on my forehead. "Dammit, you're burning,"

I finally got the energy to sit up and speak. "I'm fine..."

"How the hell can you say that in this state?!" He exclaimed and ran his fingers through his newly dyed ash grey hair. "You're definitely not going to school today, that's never going to happen,"

I emitted a loud sigh and broke down into a fit of coughs until my chest hurt.

"What am I going to do? I can't miss out on any days for this helping program, so I can't take care of you!" Yoongi oppa held his arms up in the air like as if he was done with this. He was about to speak up again until our doorbell rang a couple of times. "Who the hell can that be?" He grumbled and went outside to see who it was.

Such a grumpy grandpa...

I heard a conversation going on downstairs which was too quiet for me to comprehend. My eyes slowly drooped down and I found myself lying back down then falling asleep.

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My conscious woke up as I felt a damp towel on my forehead. I didn't feel so warm as before but still felt nauseous and dizzy. Slowly, I lifted my eyelids up and immediately squinted at the bright light that flashed to my eyes.

"I forgot the close the curtains, oops," a familiar voice spoke and soon, the room darkened up.

Sitting up, I saw Jimin hurriedly rushing towards me for support with a worried expression.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm offended Jeon Jiwoo," Jimin pouted. "I gave up my school day for today to take care of you instead of Yoongi hyung and that's the first thing you ask,"

My eyes widened at his statement and smacked his arm, not to hard since my energy was already drained out. He gave me an exaggerated pained expression in return then flashed me a goofy smile again.

"Why did you come here in the first place?" I asked.

"I was going to walk to school with you guys and then Yoongi hyung told me you were sick... So here I am!" He gave me his signature eye smile.

"You shouldn't have..." I muttered, feeling guilty about it.

"Now now, it was my choice so don't feel guilty. I'll bring you some porridge I cooked earlier, just wait a sec," Jimin pat my hair a few times then left my room to go get the food.

In a few minutes, the boy came back in with a tray of food, water and medicine. Jimin plopped himself on the stool next to my bed and carefully placed the tray on my lap.

"Do I have to eat it?" I groaned and attempted to lay back down again.

"If you want to get better, then yes," Jimin gave me a stern look, then picked up the spoon to scoop up the boiled rice. He lifted it up to his lips then blew on it softly before extending it out to me.