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It was freezing.

As in nose and ears red and feet like two blocks of ice, that type of freezing.

You and Jimin were walking home from the diner after your shift finished and as you walked silently you breathed out into the cold crisp air, making cloudy fog come from your mouth.

You felt like a little kid again.

You used to do that when your mother walked you to school during winter. You used to tug on her sleeve and show her how you were half dragon.

Don't judge, you were like six!

But she used to laugh and mimic you and that ended up in a game of who could make the biggest cloud.

It's funny the small things like that can trigger those types of memories.

Jimin glanced to his side seeing you breath out heavily only for you to smile at the small cloud.

Adorable.

He hasn't been feeling exactly right. He had a bit of a stomach pain ever since he was at the diner.

"I- Eh, I don't feel too good" Jimin said feeling a bit embarrassed, his ears and cheeks tinting red.

"I think the feeling of nausea is a side effect of your medicine as well as the drowsiness you said you had earlier" you replied, sniffling a bit due to the cold weather.

"But it's after getting worse" he added.

"Where do you feel it?" You asked.

"My stomach"

You stopped walking, as did he after seeing you stop also. You hesitantly placed a hand to his forehead checking for a fever.

His breath hitched feeling your soft, caring touch once again after what seems like years.

He melted against your hand, loving the skin-ship and the feelings that it brought with it.

"You are running a bit of a temperature" you noted, Jimin not even realizing you started speaking as he was too immersed in your touch.

"I'll draw you a bath when we are back at your dorm" you said, taking your hand away in the process.

You continued to walk, seeing the dorm building in the near distance you turned back to glance at Jimin.

He had noticeably paled.

He was already pale due to the cold, dull weather. But this was a step further.

You didn't want to tell him and possibly alarm him so you simply hooked your arm around him for stability in case he fainted or something.

"I feel dizzy" he whispered.

"I know, just hold onto me" you encouraged. "We're nearly there"

You entered the building, Jimin kept losing balance along the way and the elevator made him feel even worse.

You brought him over to his dorm and you began to unlock the door.

The minute you pushed the wooden surface open Jimin rushed inside to the bathroom.

You quickly closed the door and followed him into the bathroom.

You saw him hunched over the toilet, heaving his entire weight into the toilet bowl.

You sat down on the floor beside him and stroked soothing circles on his back. This was a tough job as you were a very squeamish person.

"You're gonna be okay" you said encouragingly, whispering other things while your at it.

It had gotten to the point where he was vomiting, but nothing was coming out.

He hesitantly laid his head on his arm that was laying around the rim of the toilet.

You continued to sit beside him and try calm him down in every way possible.

"I-I think I'm okay now" he spoke with a raspy voice, sitting away from the toilet after flushing it.

You sat on your knees opposite him.

He was breathing heavily.

"I'll fill up the bath" you spoke gently.

You quickly made your way over to the bath and turned on both the hot a cold water, making sure that it was warm but not too hot.

You closed the lid of toilet seat. "Come and sit on this" you said, grabbing his hand and helping him up.

He carefully sat on the seat and he wrapped his arms around himself, holding his own stomach in agony.

He groaned from the pain.

You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously.

You watched patiently as the tub filled with water. You regularly tested it making sure the water wasn't going to warm or cold.

Once the water was a good enough height, you coaxed him to stand up.

"It's too sore to move" he grunted.

"You need to strip from your clothes and get into the bath though" you informed, but he shook his head. "I'll help you" you added.

He looked hesitant for a few moments but eventually, he nodded.

You began by taking his jacket off, he rushed into the bathroom before he could do so.

"Raise your arms for me please" you whispered and his limp arms went into the air.

You pulled the hem of his hoodie up and raised it over his head, throwing it off to the side.

He then wrapped his arms around himself yet again and he began to shiver from the cold, tiled bathroom.

You then bent down and began to untie his shoelaces, eventually pulling off his shoes and socks.

"I'm gonna do your jeans now, okay?" You asked, making sure he was alright so far.

He gingerly nodded.

You unbuttoned and zipped down his jeans and began to slide them off his legs, which deemed to be quite difficult.

You eventually got them off and threw them to the side where all the other discarded clothing were.

You then turned back to him. There was goosebumps all over his body and his teeth chattered softly.

"Is it-" you began as you noticed what was left to do.

"Y/n I don't mind, I trust you" he cut you off.

You carefully began to remove his boxers and again placed the clothing to the side.

"Now I need you to stand up so you can get into the bath" you informed him of what you wanted him to do.

He nodded and stood up with your help, slowly hobbling over to the side of that bath and getting in very slowly.
He immediately relaxed against the warmth.

As he was lying down and he was about to let his hands fall into the water but you quickly stopped him.

"It's probably better to not get your cast wet" you said, still grasping onto his hand.

He looked at you.

He noticed how melancholy you looked.

He looked at his cast.

He felt the pain that remained under the cast.

It's almost as if he froze the scene before him like a picture.

He looked at your melancholy figure holding his casted arm/hand that was still in pain. He watched you hold it with the utmost care even though you are so beyond disappointed in him.

He gently tugged at your frail hand and brought it closer to him.

He kissed your knuckles as softly as he could, knowing to treat you with delicacy and nothing less.

"Thank you" he whispered.

You cheeks blushed.

And just for a moment, for just a split second you forgot all about everything.

You forgot about the cigarettes.

About the strip club.

About forgetting your speech.

About drinking his weight away.

It all just disappeared.

Sitting before you was the guy you were first introduced to when you tripped and left his Muffin fly up in the air only for him to catch it and call you Muffin from that moment forward.

It was the guy who pried and meddled into you business because he was just so damn curious about everything that has ever happened to you.

He was the one that when he did eventually find out your entire backstory, he bought you an apartment to hide you away from any danger.

He risked most of his teenage life by going to China for years instead of simply breaking up with you and continuing on in life.

"N-no problem" you replied, feeling a bit shy. "I'm going to just get a cup so I can wash your hair. It's probably a bit sticky from all the sweat" he smiled softly and nodded.

You glanced him for another few minutes before standing up and leaving to get that cup.

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You washed his hair as thoroughly as you could. Gently rubbing shampoo into his scalp and carefully scooping some of the bath water with the cup and pouring it over his head.

You placed your hand on his forehead, making sure that no water will get into his eyes.

Once you were finished you told him to just wait for a few minutes while you get towels, warm pyjamas and what not.

Upon returning, you unplugged the drain stopper and held out the towel to cover him once he stood up. He sat on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped around him as the bath water drained from the tub.

You began to dry his hair gently as the towel wrapped around him soaked up the moisture from his body.

Once he was dry, you slowly put a clean pair of boxers on him as well as a fresh set of pyjamas.

You helped him stand up and you walked him over to his bed.

He noticed a few fluffy blankets and extra pillows that were never there before.

He usually just had two pillows and a duvet on his double bed.

"Are these yours?" He asked as you began to sit him down on the soft surface.

"Oh, yeah I ran over to my dorm and got them while I was getting towels and stuff for you" you said, gently tucking him into the covers that were bombarded with fluffy everything.

"Thank you" he smiled and you nodded.

You then went around and got his clothes from earlier and his wet towels and put them in the laundry basket then you got his shoes and put them away neatly.

You proceeded to get him some ramen that you had in your room and run down to the kitchen to cook it for him.

You brought it back up and handed it to him with chopsticks.

The scent of the food alone nearly knocked you out, your hunger becoming more and more prominent to you but your appetite quickly squished any thoughts of it.

Walking away from Jimin who was eating his "dinner" (it wasn't exactly much of a dinner but you had nothing else to give him), you made your way over you your bag and took out his pills as it was coming up to the time where he had to take another dose of them. You counted out the right amount and you also got a bottle of water and placed all of them on his nightstand.

You sat on his desk chair, silently looking at the food he was hobbling down.

Jimin looked up and saw your noticeable stare.

"Here, have some" he said, gesturing the bowl to you.

You quickly snapped out of your trance and shook your head. "Oh, no I'm fine. Sorry I was daydreaming" you awkwardly said.

"I haven't seen you eat all day" Jimin said, worry in his voice.

"I ate while you were being tested in the hospital and I ate in the kitchen at the diner with Yugyeom" you said, lying might I add.

You hadn't eaten in a few days now, except having coffee this morning.

You don't even like coffee.

But you didn't sleep all that much and you have no energy from food so that was your energy for the day.

Jimin eyed you carefully but let it go. He'd be surly checking on you though over the next while though.

You took the bowl off him when he was finished and left it near the laundry basket so you'd be sure to clean it when you go and do his laundry.

"You need to take the tablets I left beside you" you told him.

He looked over and immediately shied away from them, not wanting to get sick again.

"Jimin you have to take them" you said upon seeing his behavior just looking at them.

He sighed and carefully took each one, gulping a load of water down as he did so.

"You should rest now. Your body as been through an awful lot over the past forty-eight hours.

"Okay" he responded and he snuggled into all of your fluffy blankets and the pillows you brought over, the scent of you surrounding him.

You took his bowl down to clean it as well as his laundry basket to throw his clothes into a washing machine and they'd be clean in no time. It was really just to clean the sweat from the clothes as Jimin's temperature was all over the place.

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When you returned after visiting the laundry room, you found Jimin sleeping soundly in his bed.

He awoke however after hearing your footsteps. He saw you put the laundry basket on the floor.

"You didn't have to do that" he said making you snap your gaze over to him, thinking he was asleep.

"I thought I might as well" you answered.

You began to fix the pillow and blanket on the couch, getting ready to lay down there for the night.

Jimin sat up on the bed, watching as you were about to sleep on the couch again.

He asked you to sleep on his bed this morning when you got home from the hospital and you refused to, but he had hope that you might accept his offer today.

"Please sleep here" he pleaded, pausing for a moment. "With me" he added.

"But-"

"I know your mad, and you have every right to be, but don't sleep somewhere uncomfortable because of that" he explained.

You glanced between your position on the couch to the space beside him on the bed.

You stood up and began to gather your pillow and blanket.

"Muffin, I'm pretty sure there is enough blankets and pillows already on the bed" he chuckled softly and you swooned over the nickname that he hasn't used in a few days.

Which was a big change from him saying it multiple times in every conversation he had with you.

"But they're for you" you said innocently.

"I'm up for sharing with you" he smiled and you nodded.

You sat down on the bed and Jimin covered you with a blanket. You laid your head against the pillow.

Jimin waited a few moments until he was sure that you were sleep.

"Goodnight Muffin" he kissed your temple and drifted to sleep also.

TBC

A/N: Happy late Christmas lol

I was going to publish this chapter on Christmas but then I thought it might down your Christmas bc it only goes downhill from here haha

But I might publish one on New Year's Eve, I'll have to see.

But the next chapter isn't happy either so idk.

Me being indecisive part 4729879🤪

Lots of love xx