You jolt awake, panting hard as memories of the incident with the drunk men came back to haunt you in the form of nightmares.

Running your fingers through your hair, you focus on calming your breathing as you finally take in your surroundings.

You weren't in your bedroom.

Panic bubbled in your chest as you frantically look around for a sign, any sign, to give away where you were.

Your eyes land on a photo frame resting against a wooden desk that was placed in front of the window.

Cautiously, you slip out of the bed, making your way towards it as you pick up the wooden frame, your eyes gazing at the photo the frame held.

It was of a baby, maybe around the age of 2, sitting down on a chair clad in - what looked like - cow pyjamas with a matching hat worn over their head.

Their plump lips were parted as their attention was fixated on something down below.

A gasp left your parted lips as you realized who it was.

Jimin.

Your eyes glossed over the room once more before returning back to the picture, a smile breaking out of you as you gazed at baby Jimin.

This must be Jimin's room.

Baby Jimin is cute.

Gently placing the frame to it's original, you exhale sharply, making your way towards the door.

Just as your fingers wrapped around the knob, the door opened, causing a yelp to leave your mouth at the sudden action.

Jimin's head poked in, furrowing his eyebrows at your defensive stance before fully entering the room.

"What's wrong with you?"

You clear your throat, straightening your clothes as you attempt to speak in a confident voice, "Nothing. I was just... stretching. What's wrong with you?"

Jimin scoffs, "Let me guess: You were going to open the door, but I beat you to it. You weren't expecting the door to open, which scared you."

He cocks an eyebrow up, a smirk playing at his lips as he awaits for your response.

You were rendered speechless.

"I.. you.. uh," you try your best to form a coherent sentence, but ultimately fail, so you resort to keeping your mouth shut and your eyes trained on to the floor which suddenly became interesting to you.

A giggle escapes between Jimin's lips, his hands coming up to ruffle your hair as he walks past you to his closet.

You huff, making your way towards the bed, sitting down on it.

Jimin stepped in front of you, holding out the clothing in his hand towards you, "Here. Change out of your school uniform and into these. You can take a shower there. A towel is already there for you."

He points to a door on the other side of the room as you take the clothes from his hands.

He turns around to leave, but you grasp his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

"Uhm," you begin, trying to let out the words that you had formed in your head, "Thank you for helping me. With those men. I don't really want to know what would've happened if you hadn't arrived."

"Hey," he called out softly, kneeling down in front of you as he released his wrist from your grasp.

He gazed at you softly, a hand resting against your own, "I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"

You nod, your eyes, once again, land on the frame resting peacefully on Jimin's desk.

A small smile made its way towards your lips, "By the way, Baby Jimin is adorable."

Jimin's eyes widen, as he spins around, grabbing the photo frame to keep it out of your sight.

His actions caused you to laugh as you clutched your stomach, "Too late. I already saw the picture to it's entirety before you came into the room."

Jimin huffed, mumbling incoherent words under his breath with a smile as he placed the frame back down.

"You should take that as a compliment," you stand up, "Puberty hit you with a damn truck."

. . .

You walk out of the bathroom, sighing as you felt relieved after it.

It wasn't until you had taken a shower, that you noticed the bruise mark in the form of a faint hand encircling your wrist.

You had forgotten all about it, if you were being honest.

You had applied an ointment you found in the bathroom drawer, but failed to find anything to wrap it, so you had no choice but to leave it like that.

Just then, Jimin walked in with exactly what you had been looking for. He stood directly in front of you, requesting for your hand before wrapping the bandage around the bruise.

He laced his fingers through yours, holding your gaze softly.

You pulled your hand away, sighing as you look away. Jimin was confused as to why you pulled away, but then remembered that you had broken up and that you still probably didn't trust him after all the incidents.

"So," you let out as you felt tension building in the atmosphere, "You and Hyerim, huh?"

Jimin knits his eyebrows together in confusion to the words that spilled out of your mouth, "What about me and Hyerim?"

"I don't know what plan you were going on about before, but I'm glad to see you have moved on quickly," you spat, resenting the fact that maybe he never held feelings for you in the first place.

His eyes widen slightly, a baffled look taking over his face, "What? No! I haven't moved on. Heck no! I'd never date that thing called Hyerim. Never."

It was your turn to be confused, "But, I saw you guys holding hands the other day."

Realization dawned upon Jimin as he sighed, "We're not a thing. Hyerim was holding my hand, but I wasn't holding on to her. It's kind of complicated to explain, but I can assure you I'm not dating Hyerim. She isn't you."

You paused, about to pop off about everything that had been going on, but you refrained. You were tired and didn't have the energy for an argument. Instead you exhaled, "I'm tired right now, Jimin. Is there somewhere I can sleep right now?"

After a brief moment, Jimin slowly nods towards the bed next to you, "You can sleep there. I'll leave you alone now, get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."

"Thank you," you whispered, slowly making your way towards the bed whereas Jimin was heading out the door.

"Goodnight."

. . .

Groaning, you opened your eyes, lightly stretching as you let your eyes adjust to the brightness of the morning.

Your eyes focused on the details of the ceiling for a while as you contemplated whether or not you wanted to get out of bed.

Releasing an exhasperated sigh, you get out of bed, making your way into the bathroom where you managed to find a spare toothbrush after rummaging through the cupboard.

Once you had finished your morning routine, you made your way down the stairs where you found Jimin sleeping on the couch, mumbling incoherent words, brows furrowed.

As you walked closer, you noticed how pale his lips looked and the droplets of sweat on his forehead. You place your hand on his forehead and realized he had a growing fever.

You rushed into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards until you found medication. After filling up a glass of water, you rush back to the sick boy, waking him up and giving him the medication and water to take. Once he was finished, he lay back down.

The sound of a ringtone pierced the silent air as you rushed to pick it up, walking into the kitchen as you answered the call, bringing the phone up to your ear.

"Hello, Jiminie. I want to hang with you today, can you pick me up?"

You grimaced at the sound of the annoying voice being none other than Hyerim's.

You clear your throat, before speaking, "Hi, Hyerim. This is Y/N."

You faked a smile although she couldn't see it.

"What?" She shrieks causing you to hold the phone away from your ear in case you went deaf, "Why are you answering his phone? Where's Jimin?"

"He's sick, so I'm over at his house taking care of him," you clarify, hearing shuffling from the other end.

"What?" She shrieks once again and you were so close to ending the call, "I'm coming over this instant. You better not have done anything weird to him."

You end the call, placing his phone on to the table of the living room as you let out a loud sigh.

Now you were gonna have to deal with Hyerim.

. . .

Edited

A/N: And finally another edited chapter. Hope you guys are doing well! Oh and the picture the MC is talking about is this one:

We all love ourselves a baby Jimin uwu.

- Nabi