"Stop swimming across oceans for people who won't jump a puddle for you"

  -----     ​Jimin is making a fuss with Suga outside the cafeteria. My shoulders slump as they keep yelling at each other. This is so damn irritating how they aren't even compromising. Suga's not even taking the entrance exam, and Jimin (being a shorty nerd he is) wants him to suceed. The whole crowd watches them as if the two were filming a drama.     "Jimin . . .damn it. Don't you understand?! A low-life like me can't make a damn career. You're lucky!!" Suga grimness is getting them nowhere. "You have everything I ever wanted . . . . ." His orbs droop down, he lower his head as he rub his face as if he's crumbling apart. Jimin was practically speechless. He didn't say a word but steps back. His back turn to Suga who's still massaging his temples.    

"Shut up. You don't know anything at all," Jimin eyebrows scrunches as he bite his lip, holding in. I just stand there, watching my boyfriend being so angry with his friend that possibly . . .more important than I'll ever be to Jimin. I feel a pat on back, Nini is tugging my sleeve. She looks up at me with a concern look, urging me to comfort Jimin. Jimin's tears fall slowly, he crounches down in pain. I rush to him, he's clutching his stomach.

   

"My stomach hurts," he whispers to me as he caresses my face, painfully smiling. Don't ever smile like that, Jimin. I carry him bridal style to the infirmary. His eyes are slowly closing as I sprint my way towards the door. I see a tall, wide shoulders guy with blonde hair with a white jacket and pink cap. I awkwardly settle Jimin down. I put my hand on his forehead, Jimin's heating up with a high fever. His breathes were heavily as he tries to take a nap. I went to the sink, squeezing the living Jesus of the cloth as I put it on Jimin's head.

  "Are you . . .the doctor?" I turn to the man with crossed arms, he just give me a creepy smile. My eyebrows crease a bit, as he starts to chuckle. I'm getting a weird vibe about him more than Taehyung. And that's actually scary to be honest.     "I'm Seokjin. A person who works as an assistance as a intern," He takes off his cap, grabbing a chair next to Jimin's bed. "I guess your friend has some type of stomach flu. Don't worry, he'll be good in about 3 days. Just make sure he wakes, take him home". I don't even have a car to drive him to his apartment. I'll just for him like always. . .     Seokjin just chuckles weirdly as he exits out. Who the hell is he?! I take Jimin's glasses off, he's breathing okay now. He looks so peaceful sleeping. I softly brush his bangs to the side. He puts his body sideways as he yanks my arm, holding it like a teddy bear. So ing cute I swear. I start to smiling to myself. Jimin then reaches out for my waist. I wince for a moment. Damn, he still sleeping. How does he grab something with such force?! I suddenly feel myself moving closer as he scoots over and now I end up on the bed too. I couldn't stop smiling, my cheeks feel a bit numb by his sleeping habits. He then nuzzle his head on my chest as I play with his soft brown hair. My lips on his forehead, he then cuddles more in. I feel like he's smirking at me. I sheepishly grin as we both fell into a beautiful nap.     "Damn. Look at my beautiful children sleeping," a female voice makes my eyes open in a flash. Jimin's arms still wrapping around my sides. His head on my chest. I softly smile as I turn to see Nini smirking with her phone. She takes a picture as I sit up, laughing loudly. Jimin groans in anguish to see that I'm not there for warmth. She snickers as she sits on the end of the bed.     "That Suga guy wanted to talk with you. I'll stay and watch over Jimin," Her expression darkens for some reason, looking down at her feet still on the edge of the bed. I just stand up silently, leaving to meet up with this Suga dude. I see him leaning on the wall, with both hand