Til Debt Do Us Part

025

I did not want to go back to my apartment, thinking that Jungkook was living just a few steps away. I could not go to Sooyoung's for I knew she would be with Sungjae. Nor could I go home to my family which would take hours of travel.

So I found myself knocking on Jimin's apartment.

I needed someone to confide to.

However, when Jimin opened the door – it turned out that it was him who needed help.

He suddenly fell on me, making me carry all of his weight, but instead of noticing how heavy he was, I instead noticed his temperature.

"You're burning," I told him.

"I'm too hot, I guess," he chuckled weakly.

"Urgh. Let's walk you back to your room," I grunted and dragged him to his bed with difficulties.

I saw some used up medicines in the table near his bed but I think none of them were effective seeing his messed up state. He must not have been drinking them on time.

I rummaged through his condo to get a basin and a cloth. I needed to wipe his face and limbs in order to get his temperature lower.

"Jimin, you have to remove your shirt," I told him.

"Why? Miss my sexy body already?" he teased.

"Come on. Just take it off," I scowled.

"So impatient, Dubu," he continued mocking as he struggled to remove his shirt.

"Shut up, Mochi," I retorted as I proceeded on wiping his torso too.

I was supposed to 'innocently' wipe him clean, but I guess I spent too much time on marveling on his well-toned abs that Jimin also noticed the way I glossed the cloth upon his skin ever so slowly.

"You're enjoying this too much," he mocked and too embarrassed, I threw the wet cloth upon his face which sent him chuckling.

I gave him a new shirt before putting the wet cloth on his forehead. I made him drink some medicines too, and I made sure to note the time. Jimin was starting to fall asleep once again, feeling too lethargic because of his fever.

I merely sat on the edge of his bed before a mischievous idea dawned upon me.

With a smile on my lips, I took the bottle of nail polish in my bag and proceeded on painting his nails with a light color of purple. He stirred from his sleep when I was already done painting his toes and I was on the second coating of the nails in his left hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Revenge," I smirked, "That's for making me go to the reunion alone."

"Would you have brought a sick boyfriend to your dinner, then?" he asked back.

"No," I answered, "But I would have rather taken care of you than attend that dinner."

I thought he would retract his hand, but instead, he merely let me finish painting his nails.

"Was it that bad?" he asked.

"Well, not that awful as I expected," I replied, "Just some casual conversations here and there."

"Congratulations then, for going through it successfully," Jimin greeted.

"Thanks," I chuckled but my laughter died as I confessed, "But not everything's great."

"Something happened?" he questioned.

I sighed before saying, "Reunions mean reminiscing. My high school memories are great overall but maybe I hated the part where I was reminded of how much Jungkook and I loved each other."

There was silence between us, as if Jimin was giving me all the time I needed to process my words.

But my eyes started tearing up again as I finally admitted, "Maybe I'm still hurting because a part of me never stopped loving Jungkook after all."

I was taken aback when Jimin suddenly pulled me towards his bed and trapped me in his arms.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm hurting," he whispered.

"Then, let me go, and I'd get you painkillers," I replied as I struggled under his grip, trying to free myself.

"No, just stay still," Jimin tightened his hold of me.

"I don't see why hugging me would make you feel better," I reasoned.

"I don't know why as well," Jimin whispered, "But this is enough for me."

"Jimin, you're contagious," I insisted.

"Then, I'd just take care of you if you become sick," he retorted.

"What if we're both sick at the same time?" I kept arguing.

"Then, we can stay in bed together."

"Urgh. This fever of yours is making you unreasonably mushy," I complained.

I was complaining but my actions showed otherwise as I shifted in the bed to be more comfortable in Jimin's arms. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth that he brought, and soon, I could feel my lids becoming heavier.

"Jimin," I called him in a whisper, my voice showing my sleepiness.

"Hmm?" he hummed, and I felt the vibration of his voice.

"Would I be committing a grave mistake if I allow myself to fall for Jungkook once again?"

He tightened his hold of me and answered, "If that happens, then I'd be the one committing the mistake of letting you go."

I did not dwell into the conversation longer for I did not want my heart to be more confused than it already was.

I closed my eyes tight.

I know that deep inside of me I honestly wanted to follow Sooyoung's words.

I wanted to love again.

However, I feared of gambling with my already tattered heart.

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AN: For all those who were missing Jimin, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Suzuhauaah this story really has a lot of fluff.