After that morning fight, Jungkook was advised to go home for the day after they brought him to the infirmary. Turns out that he was having a fever after all.

Jimin didn't have any choice but to accompany Jungkook home since he's the only one whom they knew was close enough to Jungkook for the latter not to worry about his safety. But of course, that was just their excuse, they just didn't want to go all the way out to help a friend because they were simply being lazy.

Since Jimin was actually a lot stronger than how he seems to look, he literally just carried sleeping Jungkook bridal style until they arrived at Jungkook's house. He knocked politely on Jungkook's home after almost a 15-minute walk but it seems as if Mrs. Jeon was at work so he had to ask Jungkook if he has a spare key in which Jungkook nodded, slurrily pointing at the specific pocket of his bag.

Jimin opened the door with the key whilst he still carries Jungkook in his arms without having any problem. He excused himself and walked upstairs before he placed Jungkook on his own bed, tucking the latter in a warm blanket. He was about to leave so Jungkook could rest but then a hand grabbed his wrist stopping him from stepping further out.

"Stay..." Jungkook told in a huff, his hand felt hot and his eyes were still shut. His chest was moving up and down from how he breathes oddly. Jimin stared at Jungkook for a while before he gently removed Jungkook's hand on him to rest it on the side of Jungkook's bed.

"J-Just wait here..." Jimin said embarrassed by nothing in particular. He fastly ran downstairs and into the kitchen to scan everything, any food supply could do by now. In the end, he decided to cook some congee for Jungkook since it would be easy to swallow and eat.

It only took him a few minutes before he brought a glass of water and the congee in a bowl upstairs. He could still see Jungkook sweating and huffing so he decided to wake the latter even though he doesn't want to disturb Jungkook's rest. He placed the hot bowl down the side table as he hooked his right arm beneath Jungkook's shoulders, his other free hand on Jungkook's bicep to help Jungkook sit up.

"Y-You should change your clothes hyung, it's all sweaty..." Jimin mumbled and Jungkook nodded slowly, his back rested on the headboard of his bed and he was still breathing very hard, beads of sweat displayed on his forehead and on the side of his face, his cheeks and ears reddened in the hotness of his own body because of his fever.

Jimin went to the closet to grab a plain white t-shirt and maybe grey pajamas too for Jungkook to wear. He placed it neatly on the corner of Jungkook's bed before he stepped in the bathroom and grabbed a basin of water and a clean towel which he saw neatly folded at the bathroom counter. He walked back to Jungkook's side of the bed after he put down the basin on the side of his feet, making sure that he wouldn't accidentally kick it and make a mess.

He saw Jungkook having trouble unbuttoning his school white polo but he didn't say a thing. So he waited...

and waited...

and waited--

"Argh! I'll do it! I'll do it!" Jimin got frustrated by how infuriatingly slow Jungkook was unbuttoning his polo. He was still in his second button and Jimin decided to help since Jungkook was having a hard time anyways. Jimin sat on the side of Jungkook's bed, his small fingers working on Jungkook buttons. Jungkook was still huffing, his nose and cheeks turned red in no time once again because he seemed to be really sick. His eyes were still on Jimin who was helping him, a smile crawling unconsciously on his face.

"You could fight for yourself but why would you only do it now?" Jungkook asked with his voice sounded weak and a little shaky. Jimin's fingers and focus still on the last two buttons of Jungkook's polo.

"I just don't want to bother... They're not worth my time and... I don't really mind, I'm used to it." Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed. He thinks it was very wrong for Jimin to think that he should just let other people tell him that they were right about the things that they said to him. Because they are not... what they say are just a piece of crap for Jungkook. Surely, Jimin is nowhere near their descriptions about the said boy.

Jimin is way more.

Jimin finally unbuttoned the last button. He then grabs the towel and submerged it in the water in the basin, making sure that he twists it to remove the excess water on it.

"M-May I, hyung?" Jimin asked shyly, his hand stopping when he was about to wipe the sweat that was on Jungkook's neck. He doesn't know if he was doing this right but he had seen this in movies at least, he knows how to take care of people.

Jungkook gulped, his breathing suddenly slowing down, his eyes still fixated on Jimin but he looked away. He nodded after a few seconds, acting so cool about it when in reality, his hands were secretly gripping tight on his bedsheets for some unknown reasons, or maybe he does know it... he was just nervous but never really wanted to admit it. Because why not? He was being such a shy girl for a simple reason of just thinking about Jimin wiping away the sweats on his body. It was almost torturing.

Jimin moved his hand, the towel now making contact with Jungkook's sweaty neck. And he was surprised when Jungkook just grunts, he swore his breaths had stopped momentarily.

"S-Sorry... it was just... a little c-cold..." Jungkook told, his face more away because he was trying his hardest not to show his blushing face.

Jimin gulped a mouthful, with his shaky hands he proceeded in wiping away the beads of sweat on Jungkook's neck. He saw how Jungkook's eyes were clenching, sending him a shiver and making his hands shakier. He decided that it was enough wiping for the neck so he slides the towel down to Jungkook's collarbones, hearing Jungkook's huffs even more. Jimin doesn't know why he was beginning to feel hot as well, he can care less though since his fast heartbeats were somehow distracting him away from his thoughts.

He dipped the towel in the basin once again and twisted it, now reaching for Jungkook's forehead. Jungkook was still looking away from him so his fingers accidentally brushed on Jungkook's hair when he tried to avoid wetting those black locks. Startlingly, Jungkook looked his way as he gripped on his wrist tightly so Jimin thought he had done something wrong and he began to panic.

He was about to withdraw his hands that were still brushing on Jungkook's forehead and soft locks when Jungkook's hold on his wrist hardened. Jimin raised his head and when he did, he met Jungkook's eyes. Even though Jungkook looked tired, for Jimin, his eyes are still beautiful. It still shines, it's still the same doe eyes he had seen before... it still looks... Jungkook's.

"You were cool earlier..." It was a short compliment accompanied by a small but genuine smile but enough to make Jimin feel dizzy. He suddenly forgot where he is, why he is even in Jungkook's room in the first place or how come Jungkook was holding his shaky hands in place. Jimin forgot a lot of things. Jungkook's eyes swallowed him in a whole and he can't seem to get out. He feels like he doesn't even want to try in the first place.

Maybe he wanted to be engulfed more.

"I..." Jimin was about to say something but the sudden ding-dong of the doorbell made him shot up from the bed immediately, waking up in his frozen trance. He frantically excused himself before he walked downstairs, almost running just to get away from that room.

He calmed his breathing before he opens the door only to meet a familiar face in the doorway.

"Hello Jiminie!" The person greeted with a dazzling boxy grin. And now that Jimin remembers it, he knew that this person was one of those popular and attractive guys in their school.

He was holding a basket of strawberries and he raised it in the air with his boxy smile.

"I am Kim Taehyung..." He smiled wider than before. "I came here for Jungkook."

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"HOW YOU DIED"❤️

"JIKOOK ONE-SHOT COLLECTION"