𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕖 - ᴘᴀʀᴋ . ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ✓

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"H-How did you-" I asked before getting cut off my Jimin carrying me bridal style towards my bed.

"Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? Should I call Jungkook?" He asked frantically, trying to help me in any way passible.

"I'm fine." I said, short breathed.

"Y/N, you're sick. You have a fever." Jimin said, quickly going to the bathroom and getting a damped towel for me.

He then put it on top of my head, soaking wet.

As all the water leaks onto my face, I look at him unamused.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" He asked innocently.

"You're supposed to squeeze most of the water out first before putting it on my head." I said, taking away the towel from my forehead.

"Oh, okay." He said, running to my bathroom and squeezing the towel.

He then smacks it on my head, to which I groaned in pain.

"Yah. That hurt!" I said, getting mad.

"Aigo, your temper is getting worse as your temperature rises." Jimin said, crossing his arms.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

Jimin stopped moving before saying, "I don't know. My necklace keeps teleporting me for no reason." He said, playing with the pendant of the necklace.

"Yah, noona. Did you take m-" Jungkook said barging in my room before stopping when he saw Jimin.

"Kookie, don't you know how to knock?" I said, pretending to act calm.

"Yah, hyung. Why are you here again? When did you get here? I didn't hear the door open." Jungkook asked, his eyes as daring as ever.

"Uhm, I came through the window..?" Jimin said scratching his head, "By the way, is there any medicine for fever? Y/N got a fever." Jimin asked.

"The maids should have one. I'll call them." Jungkook said, leaving the both of us.

"Jimin, I'm fine. Taehyung's going to be worried about you. Go home." I said as I rolled my body away from him.

"I'm not going home. You're sick." He said, holding my hand.

"But Taehyung's going to be worried. You don't even have your phone with you." I said.

"It's fine. Just rest." He said, holding my hand.

He seemed to have really change.

Wait, we're not even dating. Why is he holding my hand?

"Jimin-ah." I said.

"Hm?" He responded.

"What are we?" I asked, looking at our hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this." I said, holding our hands up, "Are we a thing now?"

He smiled and said, "Why don't we talk about that when you're feeling better, hm? Right now, we should prioritize your health."

"Why? Why can't we say it now?" I asked, pouting.

"Let's do it in the right time, okay?" He smiled and held my hand tighter.

I kind of looked down, disappointed when Jungkook came in the room with my medicine, "Noona. Here's your medicine. Oh, hyung. My dad wants to talk with you."

"Me?" Jimin asked, shocked while pointing at himself.

"Yeah. Go." Jungkook said, "He's in the living room."