What happens when you room with seven heavenly guys but one wants your love and attention the most?
But, its not easy when there are people in your way. And its not just an obstacle in the road.
Its a near death situation, too.
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When I heard him say he needed help; I was willing to help. In all honesty, I was thinking that he only needed help with his shirt or something. Normally, for people who are sick, it hurts to move around too much. Out of sympathy, I gave in.
I turned off the sink water and sat down the celery before running to our bathroom. I see hem sitting down on the edge of the tub resting his head in the palm of his hands. I jogged to him and lifted his weary head and noticed that he was sweating. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and, of course, it's sweat. I flipped my hand over and felt his forehead. It was mildly hot. He was getting a fever. My first and only thought was the doctor.
"Jiminie. Do you want to go to the hospital? I think it's best if-"
"N-no. No hospital. No doctor. None." He said, grabbed the hem of your shirt and tug as if he was pleading.
"But..." You started. He lifted his head back up to meet your eyes and gave you a sad look. "Okay, fine. We'll have it your way. But if your forehead gets any warmer we're having it my way. Deal?"
"Deal. Now can you help me?" He asked.
"Sure. Right after I dim the lights." I said getting up from my knees.
"Why? Are you trying to seduce me? Not right now, later." He giggled. I rolled my eyes but was honestly happy he kept his sense of humor while ill.
"I'm dimming them because the bright light can cause head aces." I said, dimming them to the perfect amount of darkness. He hummed in agreement. I jogged back over to him and started reaching my hands out to assist in lifting his shirt. He lifted his arms and the shirt slid of with ease. I folded the shirt and threw it in his hamper and started leaving the bathroom. Trying to avoid looking at his bless stomach.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To fix the soup, remember?" I said before turning around again to leave.
"I said help me, (y/n). You're not helping me undress by fixing soup." He said slowly standing up. He grabbed the sides of his leather pants that he was going to wear to school and weakly tried tugging on them. "Aren't you going to assist me?" He asked me in a way the answer seems obvious. I hesitated.
"I can call one of the boys, you'll be more comfortable." I offered.
"That's gay. Now get over here and help me." He said waving over towards him.
This can't be happening...
This is definitely not happening...
Out of pity of seeing him struggle, I reached my hand out and let down his fly and quickly unbuttoned the pants. "Can you do it now?" I asked, hopeful in his answer.
"No, still too weak." He wined. He tried tugging on his pants again but no luck.
You know what? YOLO. What's the worse that can happen? (A/N: To kpoppers, YOLO means 'You Only Love Oppa' xD kay me stop.)
"Ugh, fine. Can I use your sleeping mask?" I asked, testing the bath water again.
"May I ask why?" He asked. Looking up at me from the side of the tub where he sat yet again.
"You wanted me to help. You wouldn't want me to see you without clothes, right?" I chuckled under my breathed.
"I wouldn't mind." He said seriously.
I rolled my eyes. "Where is the mask?" I asked. He told me where it was and I quickly came back with the mask. He was still sitting down. "Stand up. Let's get this over with."
He willingly stood up at his own pace and had a serious yet emotionless face. I stood in front of him and put on the mask. "I can't believe i'm doing this. You owe me big time. Now direct me."
"You have to lower yourself. It'll never work with you standing pabo." He said flicking my forehead. I scoffed and lowered myself. I immediately started helping him with only two thoughts:
-He is sick and needs care. - I wanna leave.
While lost in thoughts I heard him speak.
"Stop breathing." He said simply. Completely confused by his words, I questioned him.
"What? What do you mean? I have to breath." I said.
"Stop breathing so hard." He said in a kind of whispering voice.
"Erm... why? What's wrong?"
"It's making me feel weird and weaker..." He said in a much softer voice.
"Probably because you're still sick." I said, mentally rolling my eyes.
"N-no. I... Please? I-I can't..." He sighed.
"Ugh! So difficult. Okay, work with me here. I'll simply breath with my mouth; that way it should be smoother." I suggested, I was preparing myself to start breathing in a way all people with stuffed noses would avoid, until he protested.
"Babo. That's gonna make it worse, babe." He scolded.
"How?" I asked tilting my head.
"You don't want me to explain that." He told me.
"Fine! Little breaths. I'm almost to your ankles. These pants are tighter than I thought." I said gripping the sides of the black leather pants. I finished right after.
"O-okay. Thanks babe. I got it from here..." He said shifting in front of me before grabbing my arm to help me up. "Let me guide you to the door."
I followed his direction and as soon and I felt the door I told him I was good. He hummed when I asked if I can remove the mask. I took it off and opened the door that was leading to my room. "Bath well and relax." I said before stepping out. I dropped the mask on my night stand and turned and almost jumped out of my skin seeing Mi Ri sitting on my bed with her arms crossed.
"Hello, (y/n). How are you?" She started. "You know what? I'm going to cut the crap. What were you doing in that bathroom with Jimin, who is naked, from a bath, with dimmed lights?"
Mi Ri...
Beloved Mi Ri...
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1. Thanks for so many views and reading this book.
2. I'm tired, I finished at 10:38 p.m after starting Sunday... GN.
