Cingulomania || Nerd X Popular || Jimin FF

Chapter 16: Morning After☀️

Y/N's POV

I woke up late, feeling groggy and disoriented. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was a harsh reminder of how late we had stayed up. The other girls were slowly stirring, with Clara grumbling about the lack of sleep and Julia already scrolling through her phone.

Clara: "Ugh, seriously? How late did we stay up?"

Julia: "I'm not sure, but it was worth it. Those scary stories were hilarious!"

Sam: "Tell me about it. I'm still freaked out. Did you hear that noise last night?"

I stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. My thoughts drifted back to last night—how Jimin's voice had lulled me to sleep. I felt a tinge of embarrassment when I remembered falling asleep during our call. What if he thought I was rude or uninterested?

As we chatted and ate breakfast, I tried to push those thoughts aside. The conversation was light and full of laughter, but I couldn't shake the unease about how I had left Jimin hanging on the call.

After breakfast, I headed back to my dorm. I felt a bit under the weather, a low fever making me feel sluggish. I brushed it off, telling myself it was probably just a result of staying up too late and getting a little wet yesterday.

Once in my dorm, I went straight to my computer and began uploading the pictures from last night. The photos were filled with laughter and good times, and I hoped they would distract me from how I felt. I paused to glance at my phone, expecting a message from Jimin, but nothing came through. I sighed, feeling a bit let down but not surprised.

Despite the fever and the lingering embarrassment from last night, I was determined to focus on something positive. The photos and the memories of our sleepover were a good distraction from how I was feeling physically.

As I was uploading the photos, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I sneezed, and then again, my body betraying me with another shiver. I paused, feeling the heaviness in my head and the ache in my limbs. My fever was definitely not just a minor inconvenience; I was feeling downright awful.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped my nose, trying to ignore the increasing discomfort. I knew I should probably take it easy, but I had so much to do. Still, the persistent sneezing and the chills made it hard to focus.

"Ugh, I feel like crap. Why did I have to get sick now?"

I considered texting Clara or one of the girls to let them know how I was feeling, but I didn't want to be a bother. Instead, I trudged to the bathroom to get some medicine and try to make myself more comfortable. The room seemed to spin a bit, making me wish I could just curl up and sleep the day away.

After taking some medication and wrapping myself in a cozy blanket, I plopped back into bed. I took a few deep breaths, trying to ease the queasiness.

The entire day was a blur of blankets, tissues, and restless sleep. I barely managed to get out of bed to grab something to eat, and even then, I felt like a zombie. My head was pounding, and my body ached in places I didn't even know could hurt.

I spent the whole day inside, unable to focus on much besides the persistent discomfort. I didn't make any calls or send texts—just couldn't muster the energy. The silence in my dorm was a stark contrast to the usual bustling of my daily life.

The next day, I knew I had to take a sick day. I stayed in my dorm, barely managing to drag myself out of bed for the necessities. Each time I tried to get comfortable, I'd end up shifting and tossing, unable to find relief from the fever that had taken hold of me.

"I can't believe I'm missing school. Ugh, this is the worst."

I tried to focus on resting, hoping that if I just slept enough, I'd wake up feeling better. The room was dimly lit, and I kept my phone on silent, not wanting to be bothered by anything or anyone. My thoughts drifted occasionally to Jimin and wondering if he had noticed my absence.

As I lay there, the ache in my body began to fade slightly, but the sickness still clung to me stubbornly. I closed my eyes and hoped for a restful sleep, knowing that this was probably going to be another long day of recovery.