BTS Imagines [REWRITING]

Jimin ♡ Sick

Published: July 12, 2018
Rewritten: May 24, 2023

Word count: 1,204

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You had just returned home from the grocery store, your arms laden with heavy bags yet somehow you managed to unlock the front door—except it wasn't locked.
Huh? That's odd.
Surely you locked it before you left. You know you did. After all, you never leave the house without making sure the door is locked.
Slowly, you twisted the knob and walked inside, setting the groceries down on the kitchen counter as quietly as possible, keeping your guard up in case someone had broken in, which you hoped wasn't the case. Your hand moved to the back pocket of your jeans for your cell phone, preparing to call the cops.
"Hello?" Your voice echoed through the apartment, hoping that if someone was inside, they'd come out after hearing that you were home.
You didn't have anything to protect yourself with if there was an intruder in your home, so you didn't exactly feel safe which is why you had your phone out and ready. You crept steadily down the hallway and checked rooms, peering into them one by one. The guest room and bathroom were both empty and visibly untouched. The only other place in the apartment was your bedroom. You were quick to notice that the door was closed, which raised some alarm as you'd left it open when you took off to the grocery store earlier. You carefully reached for the doorknob and hesitantly twisted it before pushing the door open as quickly as you could.

You nearly screamed when you saw Jimin lying in the bed, surprised to see him there.
"Jimin! You scared me." You clutched your chest to calm your racing heart. "I didn't expect you to be home from practice already."
"Sorry. I left early." He responded weakly.
"I thought someone broke in." You huffed, pausing as you took notice of his state.
His face was pale and you could clearly see a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His lips were lacking their natural pink color, his breathing was shallow, and he was curled up in the sheets with a look of discomfort on his gentle features.
"Are you alright?" You asked worriedly, rushing over to him. "Are you not feeling well?" You placed your hand on his forehead which was burning up. He was definitely running a fever.
"I should have told you I was coming home early." He panted, short of breath.
"It's okay." You cooed, pushing his bangs off his forehead. "Let me go get a thermometer."

You headed to the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinet where the medicine was kept, grabbing a thermometer, some ibuprofen, and a bottle of cold water before going right back to your bedroom. Kneeling by the bed, you placed the thermometer in Jimin's mouth only for it to droop down immediately, almost falling out. He was so weak he couldn't even hold the thermometer in his mouth. You were quick to assist, holding it still until it beeped.
Pulling the thermometer out of his mouth, you glanced down at the digital numbers on the tiny screen. 103° F. (39.4° C)
You frowned. "You're running a high fever."
"How high?" He inquired weakly.
"103."
He groaned in response. "No wonder I feel so bad."
"Here. I brought some medicine to help." You opened the bottle and shook out one of the pills, handing it over to him. "Here's some water too."
He sat up a little and put the ibuprofen in his mouth before taking a swig of water, handing the bottle back to you when he was done. You screwed the cap back on and set it on the nightstand in case he wanted more later, glancing down at him with a worried expression. He looked absolutely drained.
There was a pile of his discarded clothes on the floor from where he changed into pajamas, but you couldn't be bothered to clean them up, not at the moment anyway. Your top priority was to take care of your bedridden boyfriend and make sure he had everything he needed.
"I have some groceries to put away, but I'll be right back." You told him, not wanting any of the refrigerated items to sit out for too long.
He nodded weakly.

You went back to the kitchen and started putting things away as fast as you could, focusing on the refrigerated and frozen items first, then the pantry items. Once you finished that task, you went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with some cold water for Jimin, making sure it was nice and cool before taking it to your room, placing it on your boyfriend's forehead.
"This should help your fever."
He sighed when the refreshingly cold washcloth came in contact with his hot skin, the feeling bringing him a fleeting moment of relief.
"Y/n." He mumbled.
"Hm?"
"I'm hot." He whined. "Can you help me take off my shirt?"
You swallowed thickly at the request, forcing yourself to not get flustered as you nodded.
He set the washcloth aside and sat up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You stepped in and helped pull it up and over his head, trying not to get distracted by what was hidden beneath. The shirt was already fairly damp, you noted, tossing it on the pile of Jimin's practice clothes in the floor.
"Thank you." He hummed, placing the cool cloth back on his forehead as he laid back down, his eyelids sliding shut.
"Of course." You leaned forward and ran your fingers through his hair. "Feel better?"
He nodded, keeping his eyes closed.
As much as you fought it, you couldn't help but glance at his bare torso, you eyes drawn to it like a moth to a flame. His skin was shiny from the thin layer of sweat that was covering his body. You cleared your throat, shooing away the less than appropriate thoughts before speaking up.
"I'm gonna let you rest." You excused yourself.
The feeling of your wrist being lightly pulled back put a pause on your exit.
"No. Please stay in here with me." Jimin requested, his full lips set into a soft pout.
You couldn't possibly say no to him, especially when he looked so pitiful.

Already wearing lounging clothes, you kicked your shoes off and laid down next to Jimin under the covers. He scooted closer, resting his head on your chest, trying to keep the washcloth on his forehead in the process.
"My poor Chim Chim." You cooed as you stroked his hair.
He sighed in response.
"If you need me to wet that cloth again, just let me know."
"Thank you for taking care of me, baby." He said reaching up and grabbing your hand, giving it a light squeeze.
"It's not a problem. You'd do the same for me."
"I would, but let's hope I don't have to. I hope you don't catch what I have."
"Me too, but if I do it'll be worth it."
The only thing that mattered to you was making sure your boyfriend was comfortable and taken care of. If you caught whatever infection he had, then so be it.
"Only you can make being sick sound romantic." Jimin chuckled.

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Extra pics of Jimin because he's so gosh darn adorable 🥺

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