Jimin saw you walking timidly behind an older woman as she accompanied you to the entrance of the building. He was covered from head to toe, dark sunglasses, black mask and peaked beret to hide his face.

"Thank you for coming, Mr..." your boss greeted him, unsure of what your connection to him was.

"Park. Good evening" he answered briefly.

"Feel better soon" she wished you well and made sure you were safe in this man's care before turning around and heading back to the elevator.

You were still looking down, ashamed of this, of how your entire day went. You couldn't look Jimin in the eye, this was the situation only because you had no choice.

He held your upper arms gently and looked at you, hoping you'd make eye contact or say something to him. However, when you didn't after a few seconds, he didn't push it and just wrapped an arm around your shoulders to help you walk back to his car.

As he silently drove to your place, he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other held yours on the armrest in between both seats. He had wanted to offer some comfort, even if only with this small gesture.

You held his hand tightly, these things were more calming to you than you'd ever openly admit to him.

He parked round the corner from your apartment and helped you out as you clumsily got up, still feeling dizzy and not being in total control of your weak body.

After walking in your apartment, he made you sit on the couch and looked for a glass of water for you. Taking a seat next to you after putting it down on the coffee table, he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug.

"I'm sorry" you muttered guiltily and explained yourself, "they wanted to send me home with someone and I couldn't call anyone else. They wouldn't have understood."

Jimin moved one hand to your head sweetly and kissed it, letting his lips linger as he took in the scent of your hair.

He liked this closeness, more than he'd let himself admit considering he was trying to stick to his resolution of being a friend to you.

"It's okay. I'm glad you called me, noona" he whispered close to your ear as he moved his arm back and around you and you tightened your hold on him slightly. Silently thanking him for what he had done for you.

You stayed like that in silence for a few minutes, both secretly enjoying the contact you craved so much from each other.

Jimin pulled back and you drank the whole glass of water, knowing you probably were dehydrated from being sick all day long.

"What is it that you're feeling? Have you eaten today?" he asked wanting to know exactly why you were unwell.

"I couldn't keep anything down. There's this throbbing headache that's making me feel dizzy and my vision blurry."

"Oh, baby" he said sadly, feeling his chest tighten, "are you still nauseous?"

"It's better" it really was now that he was here and you weren't stuck at the office surrounded by people who gave you weird looks and fueled your anxiety.

"Do you think you can eat some soup? I'll make it myself for you" he asked tentatively, hoping the fact that he was cooking made his offer more tempting. More liquids to rehydrate you and a kind of food to feed you, he thought.

"That would be nice" you smiled a small smile at him, figuring it would be harmless. Thinking about how you wanted to stop feeling miserable and not let this get worse. Jimin smiled satisfied.

He saw you open the door to the hallway and curiously observed you from the kitchen island as he cut up some vegetables he went out to quickly get.

After you changed into something more comfortable, you laid in bed and closed your eyes, trying to make everything stop spinning while you waited.

Once he was done, he found a bowl and filled it to the brim with the hot soup. He grabbed a napkin and a soup spoon and cautiously headed to the open door.

Peeking on the first door to the left, he found a bathroom and observed all the beauty products you had for a second.

Then he walked to the only door left ajar a little further down to the right and gently pushed it open with his elbow.

The sound made you open your eyes, you were only half-asleep. He set the bowl on your night-table and pulled a beanbag chair that sat in the corner closer to the side of your bed.

Before he could sit, you spoke up, "did you get any limes?"

"Limes? I can go get some" he'd get you anything if that meant you'd eat. You smiled at him moved by the offer and pressed your lips together.

You wanted to say he didn't have to bother going out yet again, but that was the only way you had soup really.

"Eat before it gets cold, I'll be right back" Jimin said as he was about to turn around and leave.

"I'll wait for the lime, it's too hot anyway" you said raspily, your throat was still sore.

"The lime is for the soup?" he asked confused.

"Yes, it'll soothe my throat, it bothers me a little" you commented nodding and he looked at you with a small smile.

"I didn't think of that" he said softly and walked out with his lips still curled in amusement.

By the time he got back, your bowl was room temperature as you liked it. You squeezed the juice of the entire lime in it and he chuckled.

That's what he would have used for the entire pot. He made a mental note about how tangy you liked your soup.

He wanted to safely store everything he learnt about you in his memory. If only you liked pictures too, he would have taken and kept many to cherish.

"Would you eat with me?" you felt off eating alone, it made you feel like you shouldn't be doing it.

You tried to shove the thought to the back of your mind and get this done. His joining you would help at least a bit.

"I wanted to leave the rest for you, but I'll get myself some" he wasn't planning to have any of your food, so you'd be able to keep it for later.

Jimin guessed you probably felt uncomfortable eating by yourself in front of him though, so he obliged.

He got himself a full bowl like yours, to show you it was okay to have as much. It was with these small gestures that he tried support you.

You ate slowly and frequently put down the bowl on the small table and paused for a while. Your stomach couldn't take it all at once, but you were really making an effort.

You were anxious, but it was just soup and Jimin was with you and wouldn't judge. That eased part of the discomfort.

The day replayed in your head and pushed you to not want to extend it and repeat the earlier incidents.

Chatting light-heartedly as you ate, Jimin tried to match your pace not to finish his bowl too quickly. His soup ran cold as he kept you company.

He didn't really mind. He thought that if he heated it up multiple times, it would bring attention to how long you were taking. Making you feel self-conscious.

All these little details came to him as he was reminded of his own thoughts when he was struggling.

Of how the guys wanted him to eat and would make sure he had food and ate a fair amount before he practiced at least so he wouldn't faint.

Once you finished he took the bowls back to the sink, washed, dried and put them away. He walked back to your bedroom and as he sat back down, you questioned him.

"Did you do the dishes? You should have left them for me to do later. After all, you cooked."

"Isn't it more attractive when I do them though?" he said with a little smirk looking up at you mischievously. Just by the way he looked at you, you blushed and quickly looked away.

Jimin chuckled amused at your reaction, it was so ingrained in him to act flirty and he wasn't sure if that was appropriate as things were.

He never questioned himself about the way he naturally went about things like this. But now that he was very aware of himself, he noticed.

You laid in an almost sitting position with your eyes closed, the pillows helping you stay propped up. If you laid down you were sure you'd get heartburn.

Internally, you were willing yourself to remain calm. You had eaten a lot of soup even if not all.

Mentally you felt like it had been a terrible mistake, but you tried to focus on the fact Jimin was here with you, the emotional side of it.

On his kind acts, the fact that he didn't hesitate to pick you up from work. That he cared about you, even if he didn't want a different type of closeness anymore.

It made you sad to think about it, but you were grateful to have him here right now, whatever the reason was.

Opening your eyes, you turned your head on the pillow to look at him. His eyes were shut as he laid back on the pouf chair, arms crossed over his stomach. He looked so content and relaxed.

You would have told him to go, but you were afraid of being alone with your thoughts right now. He didn't once hint at the fact that he needed to leave, so you selfishly kept him to yourself for as long as you could.

He stayed until you felt like what was done was done. Your body had probably started digesting what you had eaten already.

Getting anxious over it wouldn't do any good. Even when you've just eaten, getting rid of food right away doesn't mean your body doesn't process it at all. The sensation is different though.

Your head didn't ache as much now, yet you were overwhelmed by the thoughts that this day had brought up, by the guilt of having eaten and kept it down whether you liked it or not because Jimin was here.

Sleeping was the only way you knew that helped stop your mind from wandering endlessly. You weren't safe from nightmares, but reality had been a nightmare in itself today.

It would be more of the same if you did dream, but at least it wouldn't be happening. Surprisingly, for once, that thought was comforting after what you went through.

"Jimin-ah" you said sleepily and he hummed, squinting as he opened his eyes and the light coming from the window bothered him, even if it was starting to get dark outside.

"You okay?" he checked wondering why you weren't sleeping like he figured you were.

"I am, I feel better. You should go home" you smiled softly at him and he knew it was genuine. It wasn't about pushing him away. He wished he could stay, he wanted to be next to you all night even if just sleeping. He shouldn't, he couldn't though.

"Alright. I'm glad you are. Please message me in the morning so I know how you're feeling" he got up and walked up to you. Lightly holding your head again to press a kiss on it. When he pulled back his eyes met yours, they begged for you to listen to his request with his slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"I will, I promise."

He smiled satisfied at your reply, his expression instantly softening as you reassured him.

"Good night, noona" Jimin said after closing the curtains and walking out of your room.

"Jiminie" you called him cutely and he chuckled as his head poked in once more as he was closing the door.

"Thank you."

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