SORA'S POV

My eyes opened, intercepting a white ceiling. Something cold pressed against my forehead. I glanced to the side and this particular kitty was dozing off on the chair beside the bed.

Dancing my vision all over the room- his room. I took in the time, it's 4:05 and what I guess it's morning. Shit! I had a night shift!

I sat up causing the wet cloth to fall on my lap. I don't have any fever anymore but the fatigue is still experienced by me. I looked at him again and involuntarily smiled. The way his head was swaying in air in sleep, it was gonna hit the wall the side but I placed my palm and now my palm was a pillow.

His mouth slightly ajar, making me laugh softly. He's so cute when he sleeps. He sleeps alot, he's cute most of the time. I leaned towards him to peck his cheeks when he abruptly opened his eyes causing me to reel back. I pulled my hand from beneath him causing his head to bang against the cold wall.

"Ahh," he whined, rubbing his head and I looked away, a warmth creeping on my cheeks.

"You're up?"

"No. This is a dream. I am actually dead," I replied.

"Who in hell drives when they have high fever? And this is why I wasn't going in the rain because you can get sick, dammit! Who gave you the doctor degree? You Dumbass," he chided.

It didn't felt bad. Infact, it felt really good. It felt like someone cares.

"I was exhausted yesterday night so I just crashed on the bed-"

"With wet clothes?" He questioned with widened eyes. I pressed my lips in a firm line and my vision settled on my hands on my lap.

"You're the most careless woman I had ever met. Oh God, I cannot believe! Even I am not that stupid! You know you fainted and have woken up after twenty hours. What have you been doing since then?"

"I was probably sleeping? It happens, I was exhausted and my-"

"Shh!" He interrupted and my lips again were pressed in a thin line.

"By the way, your colleague called- Yeji. I told her that you're sick and would not come."

"You did what?" I questioned with an obfuscated countenance. "Ahh... You could have said that I am out or something. Why did you have to say that I am sick?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Now they gonna ask me if I am fine or not. I am sure this news would be all over the staff. Stupid kitty!" I frowned, lying down again and flying the blanket over my face.

I felt the bed sinking down on the other side taking the breath away from my lungs. He lifted up the blanket and he was now with me under the blanket.

"There's nothing wrong with them asking about you, Sora." His hand caressed my cheeks causing me to shiver slightly. Goosebumps scatter all over my body on his serious tone and dreamy eyes.

"I don't like fake care. Pretence. It's all a show. People there, don't really care."

"Then you won't like me doing this too. You would say that I am pretending to care. You wouldn't want me to take care of you-"

"No. I like this," my hand went over his that was on my cheeks. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. The atmosphere was tense, and suddenly there was heat boiling in my body.

The pushed the blanket away, panting.

"What happened to you?" He asked with a mocking smile. I slapped his chest as a reply.

"My girlfriend is so violent."

I hiccuped at the endearment. He laughed at that. He cannot win this game like that. I neared him a little, shifting on the bed and I could hear his breathing hitch.

"S-Sora... Let's sleep, cuddling, okay?"

"Mhm," I nodded and he engulfed me in his arms. My head was pressed against his buff chest. I felt his lips press against my hair and I inhaled deeply before kissing his chest.

He parted a little, "what was that?"

"A kiss?" I shrugged. He gulped, "A kiss?"

I nodded innocently, kissing his exposed collar bone to make him sigh. "A kiss," I added. I travelled up, pecking his neck and was loving how his breath was tuned.

Slowly I pecked his lips and he instantly converted that into a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss was hot enough to turn Atlantic into lava. His hand settled on my waist, moving it in strokes. My lips parted and he entranced his tongue devouring my mouth in greedy strokes that left me breathless.

He broke the kiss, his breathing oddly sexy. "I... I think... We should not do this when you're this weak."

I chuckled breathily, "Do what?"

"Umm... I mean," he fumbled and sat up causing me to roll on the bed.

"I'll just get some water," he said, clearing his throat. He got up from the bed, taking fastened steps to the door.

"Boongs," I called out and he looked back. I winked subtly and his eyes widened.

"Dammit!" He grunted with a frustration, walking afar making me laugh even more.

His phone started beeping tremendously at literally four in the morning. It was too much, approximately a hundred notification.

He came back after a few minutes with a water bottle in hands.

"Your phone's gone mad," I pointed out.

He furrowed his brows and picked up his phone that was on the bedside table. His expressions fell away and jaw dropped.

"What happened? Everything okay?" I questioned, concerned.

He looked up to meet my eyes. "Jimin... He..."

"What happened to him?"

"He found his soulmate."

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