Blight - [JJK]

VII

Jungkook could tell you hated that you had to hide your fear from someone who helped bring you into this world. Someone who despised you.

So, as you walked into the diner, and slid into a booth in the corner with only a few other bodies in the dead hour of 2 o'clock, Jungkook was beside you. The whole time.

As you and Jungkook sat at the booth's table, you cupped your chin. Index finger tapping mindlessly at your cheek. Jungkook, who sat to your right watched you. After having another run-in with Zaros and how you put up a brave front and still being afraid of him, of course, you were irritated. He could see the negativity whirling around in your head. It practically oozed out of you.

Moreover, the diner you decided to come didn't look too friendly- towards you at least. It was like these people knew you or something. That or maybe they just didn't like the bandage around your arm and the dark look in your eyes. They could probably feel the magic pouring off your arm even after all these weeks of it being on you.

"Y/n-"

"Not now, Jungkook," you lowly requested. He shut his mouth as he looked at the drink in front of him, then to your own drink. Watching the condensation of the glass drip and roll down it, something about the beverage itself started bothering him.

You ordered a simple Cola when you walked in and where sat down. Jungkook getting some sparkling water as you two sat at your booth. You didn't even argue when he slid in next to you as opposed to across from you. He was worried about you and how you felt and he definitely didn't try to hide it.

In the middle of the dark, fizzling drink, a sort of pulsing discolorment sat inside and caught his sensitive sight. He thought he was going crazy for a moment. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, but that distorted sort of wrongness remained.

You sighed, lowering your arm from your chin so you could grasp your glass. Jungkook gasped lightly as he quickly snatched the glass away from your fingers.

"Jungkook," you warned.

"Something isn't right about this."

"Yeah, because it's still not in my hand. Give it."

Jungkook shook his head, refusing your order. You repeated yourself and he found himself fighting against the command you issued. Fighting the contract's absolute obedience you held over him. He knew something in this drink was wrong, but you wouldn't believe him. Not right now. Your judgment was too clouded.

He watched as you stood- the best you could in a booth anyway- and reached for your glass. Going to just take it back from him.

Jungkook- in mid-panic decision- held you back and down the glass himself. You gapped at him as you watched him chug your fizzy delight until he slammed the glass on top of the table like you would a shot glass. He huffed from the lack of air it took to drink it all in one go as you plopped back into the booth. Mouth agape and bewildered.

This reptile-man just drank your drink you paid for. How rude! You were ready to scold him when he covered your mouth with his palm. Leaning closer to you, you stiffened as his nose touched yours and you huffed against his hand. His eyes were lidded as you blinked at them.

They were their dragon gold with his black slit pupils, but something else was there. A tinge of lavender dancing around almost menacingly in color behind the gold, consuming the natural color of the dragon. His breath hitched as his body slacked and he smirked slyly at you.

"I told you so," he muttered before his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell backward. Tumbling out of the booth bench entirely.

"Jungkook?!" You jumped and shuffled out of the booth as you moved to kneel beside the now unconscious dragon. You slapped his cheeks and gasped, pushing your palm against his forehead. "A fever?" You whispered. How could he have a fever? His species type is supposed to be immune to most illnesses and even poisons? So how could he?