Hoseok's Bride

Chapter 24

~Jiyeon~

Hoseok sat and watched me as I ate, making sure that I finished it all. It was better than I thought but it was still hard for me to eat too. I couldn't stomach it if I ate too much but I tried to finish it anyways. This was the first thing Hoseok made for me so of course I was going to eat it all.

I watched as Hoseok made a few phone calls and felt bad that he had to be here with me. I needed to look like I wasn't half dead so that he'll leave me and go to the members. They were going to go overseas for a five-day concert and that's enough for me to know they won't be resting until they made sure everything was perfect.

Hoseok made sure I ate medicine before telling me to go rest again. I told him I wanted to stay in the lounge and Hoseok eventually brought the pillows and blankets out.

I felt so loved just watching him. Where has he been all this time? I always took care of myself and somehow being taken care of felt so nice that I teared up a few times. I don't think he noticed it though. It felt nice to be loved like this.

I laid down on the sofa and pulled the blanket over myself.

"Now, rest well," Hoseok smoothed my hair back and kissed my forehead, grabbing his denim jacket and keys. "I'll finish early if I can, yeah?"

I smiled and nodded, even though I knew the chances of him finishing early is really low.

"Call if you need," he said before leaving me there.

~Hoseok~

"Is it that bad?" Jimin asked, worriedly. "You've been checking your phone every ten minutes."

It's been day three since Jiyeon's been sick. Whenever Hoseok went to check up on her, she tried to smile and reassure him that everything's okay but he knows she isn't. He's aware of how feverish she is and she's lost so much weight too.

Hoseok put his phone down on the table and replied, "I just hope she's getting better. I don't want to leave her home alone like that."

"Go home then," Namjoon encouraged. "We can handle this."

"Yeah, it must be really bad if Jiyeon can sleep throughout the day and night too," Seokjin agreed.

Hoseok shook his head, "I can't just—"

Yoongi nudged Hoseok's shoulders with his, "Go. Your mind isn't with us right now so go check up on her."

Hoseok opened his mouth to complain but Taehyung cut him off, saying, "We're worried about her too. We haven't seen her that much so please go home and make sure she's okay."

"Taehyung's right," Jungkook told him, "I miss having her around so make sure she's really okay since she's not the type to come right out and tell us what's wrong."

Hoseok sighed and then smiled at his members, "Thank you."

***

~Jiyeon~

"Why are you not at work?" I demanded, hands on my hip as I watched Hoseok took off his shoes.

He didn't answer me until he threw his keys onto the kitchen bench. That's when he turned to face me, his eyes narrowed at the sight of me in an apron, holding a wooden spoon. I was in the middle of making curry when I heard Hoseok walking in.

"Should you be up?"

I studied him for a bit and saw that he looked really annoyed for some reason before walking back towards the stove and continued stirring. 

"I'm not feeling that sick today," I told him with my back to him. I'm not fully better but I was getting there. I no longer need to sleep at random times like the days before.

I felt Hoseok behind me and tensed.

"I don't think you should be up."

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "When I got up this morning, I was good as new."

"When I got up this morning, you were still dead to the world."

"I'm always dead to the world when I'm sleeping."

Hoseok sighed, obviously irritated with me because his hand shot out and he snatched my wooden spoon away. I watched as he placed it on the bench and grabbed hold of my waist, dragging me away from the stove. He pinned me against the bench, hands on either side of me, trapping me.

"Hey!" I tilted my head up and glared.

Hoseok was glaring down at me too which obviously surprised me because I ended up just blinking at him.

I ran my hand through my hair, nervously, "Um..."

Hoseok stopped glaring and leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine for a brief moment before pulling away. "You're not feverish."

Dropping my hands, I said, "I told you!"

"Still," he moved away from me and towards the stove before picking up the wooden spoon and began stirring. "it's better if you rest until you've fully recovered. That way I won't be too worried about you."

I blinked twice and stared at his back for a while. Hoseok didn't say anything too and focused on what he was doing. I reached out and grabbed hold of his upper arm with both my hands and turned him slightly to face me. "Is that why you're here?"

"Why else will I be here?" he muttered without sparing me a look.

I couldn't help it so I grinned at him. When I didn't say anything, Hoseok's eyes slid to me and Hoseok rolled his eyes at me, making me laugh. I dropped my hands from his upper arm and then took the spoon from him and placed it on the bench. Then I turned him around to face me before closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around him.

I felt his arms come around me as I said, "Thank you for taking care of me while I was sick."

His arms tightened at that but he didn't say anything. I hugged him for a while, remembering his scent and his touch until I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled away from him and then I grabbed hold of Hoseok's face with my hands. His eyes widened slightly at the gesture.

I got on my toes, leaned in and kissed him. We kissed for a while until Hoseok pulled away from the kiss, his eyes filled with lust. 

"Is this mine?" Hoseok murmured, his hands went to my hip.

"Yeah," I replied, breathlessly as I felt his hands sliding over me as he gripped the ends of his shirt that I was wearing and tugged it up slightly. I grabbed his hands to stop him since I wasn't wearing any pants because his shirt fit me like a dress. Instead of letting go, Hoseok tugged me closer towards him. 

His lips brushed against mine, sending a shiver throughout my whole body. I felt him smile against my lips before he murmured, "If you think a piece of clothing is going to stop this," I gasped when I felt one of his hands sliding in between my legs, "think again."