My Idol [BTS JIN]

#8

[CHAPTER #8]

Yeonji's Point of View

The food Seokjin brought is exactly what I need in this condition of sickness. I am getting better and my fever is dying a little. It isn't as bad as it was last night. I need to make it up to Jimin; he probably didn't get any sleep because of me.

"Jiminnnn," I whine rolling over in bed once again.

"Yeonji-ah, what is it now?" he asks once again. I have been complaining for a while now. He can't do much but douse me with a wet towel. The nurse's office is closed at night, unless it's an absolute emergency, which in this case it's not.

"I'm too hot,"

"But I  cooled you down with the towel like five minutes ago," he complains.

"I know, but it keeps getting hotter," 

He sits up and scratches his head. I can tell he's stuck on what to do. Bless him. He is trying too hard to take care of me. And I thought I was the older one here.

"The most I can do is remove your pyjamas, but your fever will go down and you will get cold in about an hour," 

I thought about it. Remove my clothes in an attempt to cool myself down. Do I even have the energy to move at this point? Do I have any energy at all? Gah! I need to do something.

"Jimin-ah, just do that pleaaseee. It's way too hot," I whine more, this time tugging on his shirt.

"Fine, but you tell no one about this," he gives in. He lifts me up in a sitting position and removes my top and them my pyjama bottoms. I am left in my undergarments and I lie back down to sleep.

"Thank you, Jimin-ssi," I say before closing my eyes in attempt to sleep.

"Don't mention it," he chuckles, "Really... don't."

Thankfully I am now wearing a new pair of pyjamas thanks to Seokjin. It puzzles me to think how these boys can undress and dress me in such a vulnerable state. Maybe I'm too trusting, or they're just incredibly good boys.

After finishing my food I sigh with content. I feel so much better after eating, but the element of sickness still lingered. My muscles were weak and my head spins every time I try to move.

"Here," Seokjin says as he hands me some pills, "It helps with the fever and the headaches."

I take them and the glass of water he hands me. The only problem with this is that I am not used to taking tablets this way. Let's just say that I have never needed any antibiotics and so have never taken them before. I tried once and ended up choking on the tablet. This is quite inconvenient.

"Oh, why aren't you taking it?" Seokjin asks as he enters the room again.

"Uh, I've never taken tablets this way before," I confess shyly. He laughs and I make a face.

"If you had said so before I would have crushed them and put it in your food or something,"

"That would've been a better idea,"

"Just take them, you will need to get used to it if you want to get better," he advises.

I nod and place the tablet on my tongue. It feels dry and unusual. Normally I'd expect a sugary flavour from a sweet or something, but this is just tasteless.

"Pabo! Don't keep it in your mouth for too long, it will dissolve in your saliva and will taste bitter," he scolds as he watches me hesitate. I instantly gulp half the glass of water along with the pill and feel it scrape down my throat. I shiver at the feeling. I didn't like that one bit.