Jimin POV

"You're not going anywhere Jimin." A hand pulled me back from going into the ambulance with Yeseul.

"You've already pushed this photoshoot late enough, hurry up and get it done with. The others are going with her anyways." The manager hyung said. Ugh, I like Sejin hyung better, why does he have to be ill now of all times?

"Fine, let's get this over with." I said, rushing in to quickly finish off the shoot. The members were free to go with her so I was at ease that at least she would have them by her side when she woke up. I wonder why she got so ill all of a sudden, or why she had that cut on her lip.

AH PARK JIMINNNN. Why would you send her out for fucking iced coffee in that condition? I regretted my actions thinking of the worst possible consequences.

"Focus Jimin." I was told to concentrate for the second time making me try to clear my thoughts. These pictures had to come out good, especially since they needed finalising by tomorrow. The other members solo teasers had already been released making mine the only delayed one.

"C'mon Jimin, do it for ARMY." I took a deep breath. I just hope Yeseul's ok.

"That's perfect, ok, it's a wrap." The photographer clapped as I finally got to relax my expressions.

My phone rang and I quickly picked it up without even looking at the caller ID just because I was hoping it'd be one of the boys informing me that she was ok.

"Hey-"

"What happened?" I asked impatiently.

"What? Babe it's me, what are you so worried about?" I realised it was Seulgi noona making me sigh.

"Oh it's nothing." I lied.

"Ah, I get it now, you're worried about her." She said. Huh? How does she know?

"After all our fans can be a bit crazy sometimes, a little bit, possessive about us." She continued.

"You're confusing me." I spoke.

"I'm talking about that photo you guys posted on your weverse. It's going crazy viral, this little temporary marriage of yours is out, that poor girl is already getting death threats." She said.

"Wait what? Am I late about something? There was nothing suspicious about that picture. We post pictures with Yeseul all the time-"

"You were both wearing matching rings; your wedding rings, on your ring fingers. Someone took it down but it already caught a huge amount of attention- hello? Are you still listening Chim-"

I ended the call and tried to race out the studio, suddenly being yanked by the arm.

"You aren't going anywhere. Especially not to the fucking hospital. You've caused enough trouble, you aren't about to be caught visiting her there to make these rumours worse. They are just rumours, right." My manager said. Less a question more of a, 'you better agree with me or you're gonna get in big trouble' type of tone.

"Of course. They're just rumours, these rings are, uh, friendship rings."

"You and Yeseul can't stand each other." He raised his eyebrow, uncertain about my answer.

"Exactly, we can't. So what makes you think I'd marry her?" I came up with something quickly. Dating me was against her contract, she would not only get fired, but she would get a legal penalty for it. Not like we're actually dating but we are married, and our marriage certificate is at home. And that would easily be enough to get her in trouble.

"Anyways, I have to go to the hospital. It's absolutely ridiculous for me to not visit my assistant after she fainted." I defended myself, urgently wanting to meet Yeseul.

"Do you know what's actually ridiculous? You being so worried about her literally fainting, she isn't dying. She's just a damned assistant, probably happy that her plan of seducing all you men is working-"

"What are you doing?" He cut himself off confused, seeing my stretch my arms while staring him down.

"I wouldn't wanna pull a muscle."

"Huh?"

His confusion was replaced with pain as my fist met his face with force.

"She's not just a 'damned assistant.' Watch your mouth when you talk about her. And the boys you say she's seducing, are the ones she calls family. You disgusting piece of shit." I walked away leaving him speechless. I looked down at my knuckles to see them red, cursing at myself in my head, I blew on it.

Suddenly I got a call from Namjoon hyung making me immediately answer it.

"As much as I want to lecture you for not telling me that Yeseul literally got stabbed on your little trip, I won't. They removed her stitches as a first since it was a necessity. After they started to question us since she hadn't regained her consciousness yet." He started.

"They said she had a weird heart beat, a dangerously slow one. She has a fever with shortness of breath making her have to go on a ventilator." He continued. Fuckfuckfuck.

"To get to the main point, the first thing they asked us was if she had travelled anywhere recently." He said.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"That's what I thought. But as soon as we told them she visited a country in the middle east, they panicked and quarantined her as soon as they could." He took a deep breath, sounding shaky.

"She's suspected to have the M.E.R.S virus."

(Middle East respiratory syndrome (MERS), also known as camel flu, is a viral respiratory infection caused by the MERS-coronavirus. Humans are typically infected from direct and indirect contact with camels.)

"I-Is it, confirmed?" I stuttered, feeling my legs turn wobbly.

"That's besides the point Chim. She woke up 10 minutes ago and refuses to get any tests done." He explained.

"WHAT WHY?" I was so confused.

"They told her that only 35% of people actually die from it and that normally they're ones with existing health conditions so even if she does test positive it'll come and go like a flu, but she'll have to quarantine. But now she's scared to even get the tests done because if they come out positive she'll have to stay away from someone she wants to meet desperately." He finished.

Fuck.

Her mum.

She already doesn't have that long left, if she quarantines for that long then what if...

"Hyung I'm coming." I quickly ended the call and made my way out, not caring at the number of staff members screaming my name. I had kind of stolen that managers car keys, so I drove off as fast as I could towards the hospital.

"What the..."

As I parked the car, I noticed a huge, huge crowd of people. It can't be-

"JIMIN OPPA!"

Fuck. How did they even know to come here? Their ways of finding out things are scary.

"IS IT TRUE!? THAT YOU'RE DATING YESEUL UNNIE?!" They yelled at the top of their lungs. Ah the amount of patients that are getting disturbed by this chaos.

"No we aren't dating." I clarified, trying to run inside before they could mob me.

"SO TELL HER TO LEAVE YOU ALONE! I don't like my oppa being with her." They told me, making me cringe. They all started badmouthing her, calling her unworthy of me. This made my blood boil, I turned around, snatching a horn speaker off of one of the girls in the crowd, trying to get on a high platform than the others.

"I said we weren't dating didn't I? Scrap that."

"Lee- PARK Yeseul, is my fucking wife."

"Deal with it."