His Medicine

12. A Dream

Y/N P.O.V.

I didn't know why i did that, but i had to. I couldn't just let him leave like that. I had to make sure he was okay, i didn't know why he was like this. Why skipping meals? Why not taking care of himself? Why so stressed? I didn't even have any right to but that didn't matter too. What mattered most was to make sure he was perfectly fine.
And here i was, standing in front of the stove, cooking food for him. A bowl of soup full of chicken, knowing he might need proteins the most at that moment. Jisoo was also there looking some pasta for us, which  she might have to have alone because i didn't feel any hunger in me after spending all day almost starving .
As i finished, i poured some on a bowl and headed to my room. I lightly knocked not wanting to burst in all of a sudden. So many things going on my head, almost making it heavy.
As i stare at the bed, he was sitting there. Sensing my arrival, his gaze were on mine. I stood next to the bed.
" Have it and complete it. I'll leave " i said turning on my heels.
" Wait... " i stopped, still turning my back to him.
" sit.. " that was more like a command.
But i didn't bother to protest or anything. Keeping my head low, i sat down on the bed by his side.
" Did you eat ? " his voice was almost like a whisper.
" I'm not feeling like. "
" Why? "
This time, i looked up at him. It was almost night, he looked better than morning. I hoped he was fine but i wanted to make sure he would be taking care of himself. It made me feel so restless that he was ignoring his needs.
" Why you're not taking care of yourself? " i couldn't help but to ask.
He looked a little shocked at my sudden bluntness.
" I-i'm busy and i.. " like he was finding words..
" But you'd always been busy before but always used to fulfill your needs. Then what happened now? " i was straight, i didn't want to him to come up with any lie.
" I-i.. " i didn't let him finish.
" Can you promise me some thing? " i asked.

I knew that was going way out of my limits but he was above any limit, any border. I could cross any limits when it came to you. I even could the courage to leave him to give him what he loved, desired. That's what he was to me. But what a shame, he might not even realize that.

He didn't say anything just nodded like he was hypnotized.
" From now on, you'll take care of yourself like before. Can you do that? " i asked looking straight into his eyes to prove how much this promise of his would mean for me .
" I will " his voice was firm, i could see the truth behind them. I could feel myself relaxing, i knew he wouldn't break that promise.
I just smiled.
" Thank you, now I'll leave. " i got up but instantly felt a tug on my wrist.
" Stay.. " that little whisper was ringing loud on my head.
Stay..
I sat down again.
" How's your leg? " he suddenly asked.
At this realization hit me, all this day i was walking with pain on my leg.
" I-it's fine. "
Why the hell i had to shutter !
" Then why were you walking like that? Did you think i didn't notice? "
I gulped.
" I'll take the medicines. I just.. "
" Why always so clumsy? You haven't changed "
At this i looked up at him, seeing his eyes full of affection, care, equity. My eyes starting to build up the liquids, liquids of my weakness.
" I'm nothing like before Jimin, nothing and I'll never be. "
As i completed, a drop already managed to make it's way.
" I'm all wasted.. nothing's left.. "
And with that i could feel some movement and in an insant i could feel his hard chest against my head and his warm embrace around me. I closed my eyes letting everything fall away.
" Everything will be fine. I promise. Do you trust me? "
More than anything.
I just nodded, humming against his chest. And there we were, sitting there in each other's warmth. His hands slowing stroking my bare arms, his slow breathe over my head. It was perfect.
It almost felt like old times.
Then i could feel something a drop like fell over my hair. I lifted my head from the warmth and saw tears in his tears, which weaved me with so many emotions i wouldn't even be able to name it, if anyone asked.
I reached for his eyes, wiping them with my thumb as he opened his eyes.
Were you crying because of me? Or because you're with me and not with her?