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I slept through another night like a rock and I was feeling hyped for the upcoming week. While walking to school, I listened to some happy music and held back the urge to break out in a dance in the middle of the street. And all this because of that damn Taehyung. I smiled thinking about his hoodie that was neatly folded and placed inside my backpack, sadly enough I had to return it to him today.

Leaning against my seat after entering the noisy classroom, I patiently and a little nervously wait for Tae to show up. The minutes pass and the class was just about to start. Furrowing my eyebrows as Mr Vong enters the classroom and starts preparing for the lecture, I begin to wonder why he hasn't showed up yet. The lecture begins, and the seat next to me is still empty. Maybe he overslept or something? I should probably not worry too much. But I couldn't help the feeling of emptiness without him whispering sarcastic remarks to me or poking me whenever I was trying to concentrate. Class was certainly boring without his annoying presence.

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Another day passed and Taehyung didn't show up again. My mind wasn't able to pick up on what Mr Vong was teaching because the only thing I was thinking about was where Tae is. I was starting to worry.

After lunch I excused myself and went to the roof, with a sprinkle of hope to see him sitting there against the wall, telling me he just wanted to skip classes. However to my disappointment, he wasn't there.

Had something happened? Was his dad angry with him because I kept him out on a Sunday evening? Maybe I should text him, but I don't want to seem too clingy.. Perhaps he just need some time for himself.

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It's now Thursday and the seat next to me is empty yet again. This wasn't like him at all. He usually skips one day if he really doesn't want to go to class. But four days straight? Now that means something isn't right.

We're sitting by our regular lunch table and everyone are chatting along like usual and joking around. However I keep staring at the empty seat in front of me where he usually sits. God, why was I feeling so empty? It really annoyed me that his absence was affecting me this much. Being done with myself and my internal bickering, I finally decide to ask the others if they know anything.

"Guys, isn't it unusual that V has been gone for four days now?" I ask them, trying not to sound too bothered by the fact that he isn't here. They all shrug and shake their heads.

"He's probably sick or something because he hasn't answered his phone," Namjoon says calmly. Yoongi and Hoseok nods in agreement.

"Yep. When he's sick, he kinda disappears for two weeks. But then he comes back like nothing happened," Jin explains.

"He has such a bad immunity system, it takes him forever to recover," Jungkook says with a chuckle while shaking his head.

"Oh I see. But he has someone that takes care of him when he's sick, right?" I ask them, feeling relieved.

They all give each other a sceptical look before slowly shaking their heads at me. And thus my worry returned once again.

"Nope. But don't worry, he'll be fine," Jimin reassures me with a soft smile. Then they go back to their previous conversation. I slowly nod and with much, much energy I conceal the fact that I am now dead worried about him. How could they just leave him to be by himself when he's sick? What the hell, why doesn't his father take care of him? I had to literally drag my mom out of the house when I had a simple cold because she was willing to skip an important meeting just to take care of me.

Focusing on the lecture after lunch was practically impossible. Their words lingered in the back of my head, echoing and kept me from doing anything productive at all. Maybe I should pay him a visit? No, that would be weird, especially if I don't have a valid reason except checking if he's still alive. It'll be like: Knock knock oh hello there Taehyung I'm just checking if you need anything not because I care or anything which I do way too much anyway and I don't have a crush on you either lol who would like someone as handsome and perfect like you fuck me- what the fudge did that last part come from?! Brain, you idiot!

Cringing at myself, I let out a hopeless sigh and stare down on my notebook which was filled with small scribbles of chibi Tae's eating a cake and bickering with a chibi version of myself. Why did I even sketch that? I erase it before I freaked myself out even more. Wait, did I just admit in my mind that I have a crush on Taehyung?!

"Miss Aldini?"

A stern voice breaks me out of my thoughts with a flinch that causes me to slightly jump in my seat. That voice immediately sent a herd of shivers running up my spine, because the last time it held that tone I got sent to detention for an entire week.

I gulp, almost starting to sweat as I slowly look up and meet my teacher's eyes. Please don't kill me I still need to know how One Piece will end if I manage to live for that long.

"Yes, Mr Vong?" I quietly squeak out, trying to stay calm. I then notice that the entire classroom is empty. Did I seriously miss the bell ringing?

"You seem to have a habit of spacing out. I can give you a note to the counselor here in school if you think it's disturbing your learning," he suggests kindly, he actually seemed genuinely worried.

"Oh, no it's okay. I just have a lot on my mind lately but I'm sure it will go away soon. Thank you for being concerned," I hurriedly reassure him while bowing several times.

"If you say so. I also wanted to ask you if you could bring some homework to your bench mate, Mr Kim, who seems to be ill. Are you up for that task? Since I know you two did the assignment together three weeks ago."

I silently stare at him for a moment while processing his words. This time my spacing out actually did some good, because it was exactly what I needed; an excuse to visit Taehyung. After this, I totally forgive Mr Vong for giving me detention the first week.

"Of course I can do that. What exactly should I hand over to him?"

Mr Vong gives me a smile of appreciation and places a bunch of papers onto my desk. "These will do. It is nice of you to help your classmate, I'm sure he will appreciate it."

I nod and bow. "You can count on me! Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow." I beam at him, while stuffing the papers in my bag. Then I exit the classroom with a wave and make my way out of the school.

Before making my way to Taehyung's house, I swing by my home and change out of my uniform and put on something more comfortable and casual. Before leaving, I check the kitchen if there's something I could bring to him. But the memory of Taehyung's fridge being full reminded me that he probably had everything he needed at home, so I decided not to bring anything. I quickly bought medicine at a convenience store on the way, though. Soon enough, I reach my destination that I never thought I'd return to again.

My heart is beating a couple of hundred miles per hour as I'm standing in front of his door, deeply concentrating to dig up the little courage I had to be able to press the doorbell. Why am I suddenly so nervous? Check if he's okay -- which he probably is, return the hoodie, hand over the papers and then leave. How hard could that be? I inhale deeply and let out a sigh in attempt to calm my nerves. Just ring that goddamn bell.

I lift my hand and hold my index finger one millimeter away from the bell and it remains in the air while my brain is malfunctioning again. This must look incredibly stupid for the people walking by, but then again I'm the master at making myself look stupid so this wasn't affecting me as much as it should be. Hundred years later, I finally press the button. A soft, muffled tone could be heard from inside the door indicating that the doorbell had done its job. Now I wait -- while my heart literally was about to explode from beating so fast. Several seconds pass. Then a minute. Then two minutes.

Nothing.

I press the doorbell again and wait. Once again, no response at all. While my worry was building up, I kept pressing the button several times, afraid that something had happened to him. I almost start panicking as my mind keeps imagining horrified scenarios involving an unconscious, half-dead Tae all alone in his room with no one caring for him.

Suddenly, the door finally swing open. My eyes immediately travel upwards to meet the familiar, dark gaze of Taehyung that always managed to release a herd of butterflies in my stomach. However, my stomach immediately drops in dread when I noticed how weak he looks. His skin is pale -- really pale. His eyes are sunken in, the bags underneath them prominent and almost purple. The golden brown tips of his hair are sticking onto his forehead, beads of sweat glistening in the light. It was a horrible sight. I was right to worry. Staring in disbelief was all I could do while my mind was trying to process what I was seeing. My mouth was open, words trying to come out but they remain stuck in my throat, unable to produce any sound at all. It was worse than I thought.

"Blue?" his voice quietly spoke. It was so raspy, and not in the good way. His voice literally made my throat feel as dry as sandpaper. "What are you doing here?"

".. I- Mr Vong asked if I could leave some homework for you," I explain, while slowly raising my hand up to his forehead. The back of my hand carefully presses against his moist, hot skin to check his temperature. Yep, it's a fever without a doubt. "You look horrible..." I quietly squeak, not even trying to conceal how worried I sounded. "Do you need medication? Is your dad home? Is someone-"

He interrupts me by taking a sharp, steady hold of my wrist and yanks it away from his forehead. A wince almost leaves my lips at his sudden roughness, but I suppress it.

"Just stop. I'm fine," he mutters while breaking our gaze.

"Don't be an idiot, you're clearly not fine, Taehyung."

"Leave, or else you'll be sick too. Stop being so stubborn-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence until his eyelids suddenly fluttered closed as his body gives away underneath him, causing him to lose balance and stumble forward. Reacting quickly, I put my arms around his torso in a steady grip before he could collide with the ground. Damn he's heavy.

As I'm holding onto him, my hands suddenly releases signals to my brain indicating that they aren't feeling any fabric against them. I look down on his limp body that's currently pressed against mine and slowly realize; he was only wearing sweatpants. His torso is completely exposed. Topless. Kim Taehyung is unconscious and topless while I'm embracing him.

"Oh my god," I breathe out as my brain was working on overload as it was trying to process this entire situation. My heart wasn't really helping much since it's already beating out of control, probably exploding any second.

Okay, first I need to get Taehyung up to his room because this must look hella suspicious to his neighbors that a random girl is holding him up while he's passed out without a shirt. I take a deep breath and gather all my strength so I can stand up straight while he was hanging onto my body. It worked. Kinda. I take one step at a time towards the stairs, but it wasn't an easy task because it took like ten minutes to take ten steps. Did I mention the fact that he's very heavy?

Panting. Totally out of breath. All limbs and muscles hurting. Muscles I didn't think even existed hurting. Sweat and more sweat. All this thirty minutes later when Taehyung finally is resting safely on his bed, while I now was the one close to passing out any second. I've never done so much exercise in my entire life. Yes, dragging an unconscious body up a flight of stairs is exercise, because I was in pain in so many places there's no doubt I won't be able to even lay down without wincing in agony.

I sigh to myself as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall as he's breathing steadily. At least he is alive. Then I quickly make my way downstairs to close the door since I was too busy carrying him before. After closing the door, I search for a thermometer and a cloth, which I soak with cold water. I jog up the stairs and enter his room where he still is sleeping soundly.

Carefully, I sit down next to him and put my hand on his blazing hot forehead, slowly stroking his hair upward to completely expose his skin. I grab the cloth and place it on the warm skin to cool it down. Then I slowly poke the thermometer in between his lips and hold it for a minute before checking the temperature. My eyes immediately widen in shock as I'm staring at the small digits on the display. Forty degrees. That's a really high fever, how was he going to survive this all on his own?! I stand up and make my way to the kitchen where I fill up a glass of water and search through my bag after the medicine I bought. After finding what I was looking for, I went back upstairs and placed the glass on the bedside table while kneeling down in front of him. Before waking him up, I quietly admire his facial features for a while. Even though he's sick, he still manage to look so beautiful.

Instinctively, my hand reaches for one lock of hair that has fallen onto his cheek and carefully stroke it away. But my hand remains in place as I let my fingers slowly glide over his smooth, warm skin. My lips automatically curved into a soft smile at the sensation of his skin against mine. For a moment, I wished that I could stay like this forever.

There was just something about him that made my heart melt. I felt weak but strong at the same time. Crazy, but so, so incredibly happy. He was a mystery, for sure. How he made me feel this way was knowledge beyond my reach.

But that only made me yearn for him even more.

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