My Rose- Jaehyun- NCT

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Rose's POV.

Jaehyun was driving me home. I was staring out of the window in silence. I felt numb. I knew what was happening and I didn't want Jaehyun to witness me like this. He'd think I was crazy. My anxiety was over the edge, and I was seconds away from breaking down. Dizziness and nausea began to take over me and I knew I needed to get out of the car. "P-pull over," I said desperately. Glancing at me with worried eyes, Jaehyun pulled over. Just as he was about to question me, I rushed out of the car. I could feel the vomit build up in my throat.

Leaning over, I emptied my stomach on to the ground. My hands were sweaty and my legs were weak. Jaehyun rushed over to me, pulled my hair back and gently rubbed my shoulder. I was embarrassed at how weak I was. Tears began to well up in my eyes for the third time in three hours. I didn't know how long I was being sick. It was like I was throwing up the terrible emotions I had felt that day. Fear. Anxiety. Panic. Those emotions poured out of my throat often. Ever since I was little I always threw up when I was stressed. For me, it was normal, but I could tell Jaehyun was extremely worried about me. And if I'm being honest, I was worried about myself too.

Jaehyun's POV.

Around half an hour had passed and Rose had finally begun to calm down. We sat at the side of the road. Rose was laying in my arms asleep. Knowing how stressed she must be, I didn't feel like I should question her. I ran my fingers through her hair while I admired her beauty. The sun was setting, but the moment was far from perfect. I knew that I needed to cheer her up, and I think I knew how. "Let's go home baby" I whispered, picking her up and placing her in the passenger's seat.

By the time we arrived at my house, Rose had woken up. Her eyes were puffy and dull. My heart ached when I thought about how terrible she must feel. I reached over towards her, placed my hand on hers and gently rubbed her palm with my thumb. "Want to go inside?" I questioned, not wanting to force her. She replied with a nod and got out of the car, stumbling as she struggled to walk. I quickly ran towards her, picked her up and walked into my house.

I sat her on my bed and handed her some of my clothes. "I've run you a bath, I'll be downstairs if you need me okay?" Yet again, she nodded. But that was enough for me. I knew it was difficult for her to communicate at all in these situations. I walked downstairs and smiled. 'Time for me to get to work'