A Flower of...Love

20- Just Sick?

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A/N: Before you start reading allow me to fangirl about that gif up there. First his blond hair looks awesome on him and second his smile looks so sweet I am going to die. 😍😍😍😩😩😩

Third Person's POV

"Come in." Jungkook said.

Jin opened the door and walked in, surprised to see Jungkook with a long sleeved t-shirt. He had put on the t-shirt over his original one before Jin came in, so he busily straightened up the creases and adjusted it so it could cover the one under it.

Jin tilted his head slightly, wondering what Jungkook was doing, but was quickly realized by Jungkook who said "I just changed clothes." to reduce suspicion. Jin was hesitant, but proceeded to sit down on a chair.

Jungkook peeked at the now white mattress, and placed a hand on the pillows he had covered the red stains with. From where Jin is sitting, it was impossible to see those stains. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief in his heart, instantly relaxing since everything was covered completely.

Jungkook had tried to keep everything inside his heart to himself, but his facial expression is what betrayed him, is what gave his secrets away.

"Are you ok? You look pale." Jin stood up from his seat and walked away from it, closing towards the boy sitting on bed instead. Jungkook closed his hands into fists, feeling the sticky moisture between those fingers and palms.

Jungkook observed Jin's every move, which happens to be his right hand reaching out for what seems to be Jungkook's forehead. Jungkook's eyes followed the hand, all the way from Jin's side to right in front of his face, which is also when he couldn't take it anymore.

Jungkook found his hand shooting out and slapping Jin's hand away, emitting a gasp from Jin's mouth.

"I'm..." Jungkook wanted to say sorry, but a lump in his throat stopped him from doing so. "I'm fine." Jungkook felt like he was supposed to say more, but those two words was everything that managed to get out of his mouth.

"Ok..." Jin was angry because of the slap, but he was also worried about Jungkook's action. It seemed very out of place to Jin. He retreated back to his seat, not wanting to infuriated Jungkook anymore.

Then there was an awkward silence.

The atmosphere was very heavy, and it got heavier and heavier as every moment of silence passed by. The heavy atmosphere made breathing hard for Jin, as if there was a thick fog filling up the small room. Finally Jin couldn't take it anymore, the weight on his shoulders was such an unnecessary issue; there was no point in him remaining silent because of a teenager.

"So why are you wearing long sleeves? It's summer and it's really hot in your room. You are sweating." These words acted like a finger poking a bubble, and in an instance the heavy atmosphere is lifted away from Jin's shoulders, finally allowing him to breathe.

Jungkook had wished that Jin would forget about this question and moved on to the original reason he had invited Jin in—to entertain him and help him escape from boredom. But alas these wishes remained wishes and he had no choice but to lie.

"Because I am...feeling a little sick." He hated that he hesitated a while, and feel his heartbeat speeding up rapidly when he saw the suspicious glares from the person right opposite of him.

Jin looked at Jungkook's pupils that darted left and right, attempting to avoid eye contact. Jin knew something was going on, but he didn't know what and there was no way to prove that to himself. The only choice left is to believe Jungkook and forget about those images of flashes of red just minutes ago.

"I see, do you want me to get some medicine from the first aid kit? I can also cook some congee and chicken soup for you." Jin returned to his 'motherly' self and found himself offering Jungkook loads of care.

"No, that won't be necessary. I have some medicine in my own drawer and I'm not hungry yet, you can cook later." Jungkook forced a weak smile between his dry lips, and waited for Jin to leave.

"You sure?" Jungkook nodded a bit too furiously, silently getting excited that Jin is leaving. "Ok then. Rest for now, I will cook dinner soon. It's your turn tonight, but since you are sick Yoongi and I will take care of it." Jin smiled again, genuinely worried now, and walked out the room, forgetting everything he was supposed to ask.

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Namjoon's POV

I can't wait anymore. There are only a few days left, 4 to be exact. I have to know where Jin is. I don't even know how I managed to live happily during this month. I feel disgusted that my mind seemed to be able to forget about my missing boyfriend and live my carefree life with my friends.

Luckily, my heart still agrees with me and is still forcing me to think about Jin every now and then. But then again, I still feel like my heart gets stabbed every time I remember about Jin, my boyfriend that I am not able to see.

Is my heart giving me reassurance that I still love Jin? That's a good thing right? But at the same time why does love bring so much pain? Jin can't even think about me, his boyfriend, because of he loves me. It's confusing, but I guess this is what love is.

I looked through my window at the blue sky and white clouds. It was a good day, but it didn't exactly match my feelings today. I am contemplating on love, instead of going out there enjoying the nice weather.

I looked at my watch, when it reached 20:00 I expect my doorbell to ring.

And it did.

"Hey Namjoon, ready to go?" I heard the familiar sound of a sweet, slightly high pitched voice, and turned around to see my friend beaming at me with his signature eye smile. I couldn't help but to smile back, nodded at him, took my jacket and left my apartment.

I sat on the driver's seat, hands on wheel and eyes on road. I was engaged in a conversation with Jimin, but my mind wandered off somewhere else. I am heading to the bar with Jimin, and my plan is to drunk him so that he would tell me where Jin is.

When I saw the road sign pointing to the bar, I can already imagine Jimin getting drunk, telling me everything I need to know. His drinking capacity isn't that great, this wouldn't take long.

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Yoongi's POV

After talking with Taehyung, I have nothing to do, once again. I found myself staring at my phone screen, at the messages I just sent to Taehyung. I reread it dozens of times in my head and slowly lost interest.

My fingers, eager to make themselves useful, found there way towards the home button below the screen. The whatsapp screen disappeared, my home page in replacement.

I scanned my eyes over the apps I own, it wasn't much. Most of them are the default apps that Apple gives you when you buy an iPhone. Contacts, App Store, Maps, Clock, Weather...

There was a decent list of them, but I reached the last one soon enough. It happened to be Photos. And because I am bored, my body was relaxed, my mind is taking control, and I let my body do whatever comes into mind.

My eyes saw my fingers reach for the icon, the colourful one with a white background, my gaze never leaving it until my fingers went into contact with the cold screen.

Of course, I didn't really know what I was doing; it's all my instinct. I blame it all on my instincts.

Yes, it's not my fault that my photo albums would be full of selfies with my boyfriend right?

A/N: Sorry everyone I am not going to proofread this one and edit it because I am super tired right now. I am currently on vacation and I had a long day of shopping so I really don't have the energy to reread this chapter...

Anyways thanks for reading my story even though I am not the best at writing. I really appreciate the people that take time reading my story. :)