Don't Judge So Fast (Hiatus)

Chapter 28

Your POV:

I tried to sleep off my fever but none could do.

If I were at home I would have my medicine and supplements, but I forgot all of those when I moved. Since I don't eat I know that I'm more fragile to sickness so I try to take care of myself as much as I feel like it, which is actually not much. Every time my mom's about to visit I make an effort so it wouldn't be so visible. She knows that if she pushes me I'll shut her down, so she tries to keep me alive as much as I let her.

I felt hungry a few hours ago, which was new. Definitely it was because the amount of food I am obligated to swallow everyday has increased since I came here. Seven boys looking out for you when you actually don't want the attention do that to you. It's amazing how a few more forks of food decreases the glances.

I heard the front door open and a lot of footsteps and loud noises mixed with shush sounds told me they were about to open my door. Even though I still felt horrible I sat up and pulled a book, pretending I was already reading it, I always hated to be laid down and observed when I am sick. I turned on the lamp on my bedside table as quietly as I could and opened up the book in a random page.

My door cracked open just a bit and Jin peeked inside.

"Oh you are awake" He said and fully opened the door entering my room and sitting beside me on the bed. The thermometer was on my bedside table and he took it and gave it to me, not giving me the chance to refuse. I just took it, it was useless to protest.

Jimin and Tae were standing on my doorway and Jungkook appeared with a glass of water. Bless this kid, I was thirsty. Now I have four people looking concerned at me. I shifted on the bed, feeling uncomfortable and Jin, being the amazing person he is, noticed, so he told the others to leave.

"You should take a shower (Y/N), it helps with the fever"

"You don't even know if I have a fever"

"Your cheeks are burning red, your eyes are small and you just look like a sick person"

Great, I'm in no condition to discuss, I'm tired. Being sick is not nice.

"Besides, you're not even talking back" He joked. I gave him a faint smile, the best I could do, and rested on my pillows. The thermometer made a bip and I handed it to him.

"41oC! That's still too high. I'm going to make dinner and then you're going to eat and take a medicine" He said and hurriedly left the room. I finally laid down again and put my throbbing head on the pillows and drifted to sleep.

I was awaken by a gentle hand running through my hair and I unconsciously thought about my mother, but then I realized where I am, so I opened my eyes to meet no one other than Yoongi himself. His words this morning hurt me more than I expected, so he was the last person I wanted to see. I turned my head to the other side and ignored him.

"Please (Y/N), don't shut me out, I'm sorry" He sat beside me "I was a selfish asshole and I wish I could take those words back, you don't deserve them. If I were to offer you words they would be gentle and kind, they would rub on your skin like clouds and warm you like sunlight and be as colorful as rainbows. I told you that I liked you and then I spat so ugly words when it's not your fault. I fell in love on my own and you have nothing to do with it and I'm so sorry for being a dick and acting jealous with things that's not of my concern. I wanted an answer and I demand it from you. If you don't want to look at me ever again I'll do my best to keep your vision clear of my existence, but at least give me the chance to say goodbye"

After this he went silence. My eyes were watery and I turned my head back to his side and his head was buried on his hands. He thinks so low of himself when he truly is an amazing person. He warmed my heart with his presence, I couldn't deny it.

"You were mumbling" I said and his head shot up and he looked at me. He was trying to keep a straight face but I knew better, I have years of practice "I'm not sending you away, how could you think that? You said things in the heat of the moment. You're not going to be hanged for this, don't worry." I reached for his hand but he just stared at mine, like he didn't know what I was going to do, caress him or slap him. I put my hand on top of his and he genuinely smiled at them. He intertwined his fingers with mine and we just stood there, in the moment.

"By the way, dinner is ready" He said after sometime "Do you want me to bring it for you?"

"Actually no, I have to get out of this bed" I said and got up, surprised that I was feeling a lot better.

"Shall we?" Yoongi said and opened the door for me, bowing and offering his arm like a gentleman.

"Yes sir" I said and took his arm as we were leaving my room.

Special POV (Namjoon):

"Did you notice that after they made up (Y/N) seems a lot better?" I said to Jin while I took a glance at her and we both disappeared to the kitchen.

"Are you implying what you think you are?"

"And what would that be?" I asked him.

"Emotional sickness"

"Damn right"

A/N:

Ok so this and the previous chapter weren't revised, sorry, I'll do that later. I'm trying to write the next one.