28. Recovery

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We're in a small room with a constant buzzing that relates to the constant thrumming of my head. Also constant are the aches all over my body, particularly the sharp stinging of my nose.

"Hyung, she's awake!" An light voice states excitedly. I turn my head as far as it allows me, which is only slightly, to see a beaming Jungkook.

"Hey, it's you." I say quietly yet contently. I can't help the warmth of my voice; his face is just so soft and pure that can't help but feel for him. His eyes light up as I speak, and I repeat my sentence as the man I've been thinking about for so long runs in.

"Hey, it's you!" I say to Jimin, and I'm not sure how to feel. Part of me, despite my weak form, wants to pull him into the world's longest bear hug. But the other part wants to slap his face so hard as I cry my hurt heart out. The conflictions consume me and, before I know it, my hand is grabbing his as I sob.

He waits for me to calm down silently, allowing me the time needed to express my laments. As I gulp down deep breath to slow my heart rate, he slowly brings his other hand close to my face before rubbing his thumb soothingly against my cold cheek. "I know, there must be a lot going on in your head right now. But for now, let us heal you."

I see Jungkook nodding knowingly in the corner.

Before I can even ask who us is, the five other of his best friends come streaming into the room, all with mixed expressions. I remember all of them from the day we went to Namsan and Jimin introduced me to them; I remember them as loving, friendly, and very close with one another.

"How are you, Kyung Mi? Are you hot, or cold?" Namjoon asks.

"Cold." I say, and my body proceeds to shiver.

Hearing my response, he proceeds to put a prepared warm towel over my forehead, calming my nerves a bit.

I smile at him and Tae asks me about food, but I let him know that I don't feel like eating anything.

He pouts. "Aw, okay."

"You thirsty, though? Do you want water?" Jimin, still holding my hand, asks sweetly as he bring a cup near me.

I nod and gulp it down, the contents going down my dry throat. Part of me feels like my body needs water, but the other wants nothing more than to sleep.

Suddenly, a wave of heat comes over me, and I quickly jerk the towel off my head, earning confused looks from the boys.

"Sorry...just got hot all of a sudden."

"Yeah, your hand is really warm." After the comment, Jimin unclamps our palms to put the back of his hand on my now exposed forehead. "Woah, Kyung Mi I think you're sick. You're forehead's burning."

I sniffle, starting to agree with his idea. That would explain the fatigue from both the fight and illness, the aches from the former and the changing body temperatures and runny nose from the latter.

"In that case, you should keep your distance, Jiminie." J-Hope advises, "You know you're susceptible to getting sick."

Jimin looks at me sadly. "But I don't want to leave her again."

My heart melts at his words. So he didn't like leaving me in the year that he was jailed. Wait a minute-

"Jimin!" I yell, making everyone jump. "What the hell was up with you being jailed for a year?"

He hesitates before sighing. The guys begin to shuffle out and he gets up and closes the door behind them. He then brings a chair, swivels it around and sits on it backwards to face me.

"Look, I know you must hate me for whatever you heard, which I'm sure was limited."

I cross my arms. "What, the fact that you're a sneaky traitor that was actually out to harm instead of protect me?! You're part of the Sparked Mafia, right? Then you deserve to rot in jail!" My voice raises as I find it harder to control my anger and hurt.

His eyes fill with yearning, as if he's eager for me to know something. "Oh my gosh, is that what you thought this whole time?"

What?


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