'Omo.' I thought as I took in his handsome face before me. 'Kim Seokjin,' I whispered to myself in amazement. Omo omo omo omo.

'I thought you were sleeping,' he laughed with his small mouth. 'Are you feeling better?' he asked with a smile. His large eyes scanned my face and placed a smooth, comforting hand on my forehead. Omo.

'I…uh,' I stuttered, embarrassed by the physical contact and gobsmacked by his handsomeness. 'I'm fine.' Did Mina really tell Jimin? Did Jimin tell Jin to come then? Why couldn’t he come? The tangled questions in my head intensified my headache, causing me to wrap my hands around the sides of my head. My greasy hair was disgusting and, I'm guessing, so does my face.

'Are you sure you're ok?' he asked again, concerned as I covered my face with my blanket without warning. Jimin must've told him to come. 'Do want some water?' I lifted the blanket off my face to take in more of his wide shoulders.

'Did Jimin ask you to come?' I finally asked, breaking the silence of awkward and embarrassing eye contact. I shuffled on my bed, feeling my heating face. Whether it was from the embarrassment or the cold, I did not know. 'I'm guessing Mina told him.'

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