I've been on a roll the last week or so. I haven't felt this driven to write in a long, long time.

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Jimin's POV

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I woke up tired, which seemed to defeat the purpose of sleeping at all. I scrubbed my face with my hands, trying to wake myself up as best as I could. My body reacted sluggishly. It did not want to wake up today.

I plodded to the bathroom to do my morning routine, my feet dragging the whole way. Man, maybe I should've listened to mom when she told me to go to bed at like eleven. I was really dragging ass today. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair. I was hoping by the end I'd be a little more energetic. But I wasn't. In fact, I felt just as lethargic as before.

"Jimin sweetie, are you okay?" mom asked as soon as I drug myself into the kitchen for breakfast. But one whiff of the food and I was ready to hightail it back to my room and hide under my covers. I made a little gagging sound though, and mom glanced up in worry. "You don't look good Jiminie," she said, rising from her place at the table.

"I feel fine," I gurgled, resting my forehead in the table. "Just tired." But mom was having none of that. She lifted me up and examined me. She also felt my forehead.

"Good heavens Jimin you're burning up," she said with a frown. Weird. I didn't feel hot at all. In fact, I felt almost cold. "I think you've caught that bug that's been going around your school," mom continued. My cluttered brain refused to believe that though. I shook my head. "Didn't you say Hoseok was sick?" mom asked me pointedly. "And Namjoon."

"Well, yes," I admitted. "But I'm fine." But mom was adamant. She pointed back up the stairs.

"Straight back to your room mister," she chided. "No school for you today." I felt too tired to complain, so I just found my way back up the stairs. But naturally I tripped on the last step, as I did every time I climbed this god damn staircase. I sprawled on the floor, the world spinning above my head. "Jimin, are you okay?" mom called from downstairs. I shook my head to clear it.

"I'm fine mom," I called back, as loud as my sore throat would allow me to. "I just tripped, that's all." I rolled to a sitting position, my back against the wall. I dug my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. If I prayed for a miracle could I feel better in twenty minutes? I called Jin, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Where are you?" was the first thing he asked me. I groaned. "Oh you sound lovely," he said sarcastically. "Let me guess, you caught whatever Hoseok and Namjoon had."

"More than likely," I replied, my head lolling to the side. It felt like too much effort to hold it straight right now. "Mom said I was burning up, but honestly I don't feel that hot at all."

"That's a fever for you," Jin said, sounding a little more sympathetic than before. "Do you want me to tell Hoseok you aren't coming today." That elicited another groan from me. He'd actually felt well enough to go to school today, and here I was feeling like shit, forced to stay home. "I'll just assume that's a yes," he said at last.

"Sure," I said irritably. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep until Friday. "I'll call you all later if I feel up to it," I said to him.

"Sure Jimin," Jin said, and faintly I heard the bell ring. "Feel better soon." He hung up, and mustering the last of my energy, I rose to my feet and staggered to my room. I fell face first on my bed. I didn't even bother changing out of my uniform. I just crawled under my covers.

"Now Jimin," mom scolded. I blinked up at her. "You know better," she said, sitting on the edge of my bed. She handed me some pills, which I popped in my mouth. I took a swig of the water she brought me, setting the glass on the nightstand. I plopped back down, and was lulled to sleep by mom gently stroking back my hair.

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Hoseok's POV

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When Jin said Jimin was home sick, I was equal parts guilty and relieved. Guilty because I was the one who got him sick in the first place. But relieved because we didn't have to talk about everything that happened the last few days. I was going to blame the fever for frying my brain, so I wasn't thinking straight.

But a small voice in the back of my mind said that, even if I'd been perfectly coherent, it was exactly what I wanted. Jimin laying with me, talking about everything at once yet nothing at all. We'd resolved a lot of the issues we'd both had, thank God.

I'd admitted to being stupid again, but I'd told him I hadn't met it like that. I did not mention I'd thoroughly enjoyed the kiss, and I doubted I ever would admit that. I did apologize for being a shitty friend and dodging him. He apologized for acting irrationally without really letting me explain myself. That was the last I remembered of our conversation. I must've fallen asleep after that point.

"You seem awfully distracted today," Yoongi said, wandering up from the back of the class. He must've been finished with his work already. Mr. Lee decided that we'd have another free day, since a little over a third of the class was gone. We still worked though. "Math not your favorite today?" He seemed amused by his own wit.

"Math isn't my favorite on a good day," I said. "And yes I am a bit distracted today, bit it's nothing you need to worry about."

"Jimin?" he asked innocently. My pencil slipped from my grasp. "Ah, I see. What exactly happened between you two? Over the weekend you weren't even on speaking terms."

"A lot has happened the last couple of days," I said carefully. "Mostly it involves me being sick and making a fool of myself because of that fact. Luckily, once we got passed that first hurdle, he's a pretty understanding guy." Yoongi just rolled his eyes.

"So when are you going to ask him out?" he asked bluntly. I tensed. "I know you do," he added. "It's just a matter of when." I shook my head.

"Now why would I, the great Jung Hoseok, ask out Jimin?" I asked him, hoping some of my reputation would help me worm my way out of this. No such luck was forthcoming, as Yoongi just smirked at me.

"Because the great Jung Hoseok has never been this in love with someone," he replied. I just stared at him. I was not in love. I did love Jimin, sure, but I was not in love with him. There was a difference.

Why did that sound so false to my own ears?

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"Hi Mrs. Park," I greeted Jimin's mom as she opened the door. I held up a stack of books. "I brought Jimin's school work home for him. Is it okay if I take it up to him?" She pursed her lips, and for one horrible moment I thought she'd say no and slam the door in my face.

"Alright," she said at last. "Make it quick though." She stepped aside, and I squeezed passed her, kicking off my shoes before I mounted the stairs. I found my way to Jimin's room, pushing open the door with my shoulder. He glanced up.

"Oh, hi Hoseok," he said, sitting up fully. His cheeks were red, and his voice was a little hoarse, otherwise he didn't look like he was sick. "What are you doing here?" He looked tired, that's for sure. I set the books on his desk.

"I brought your schoolwork home for you," I said with a shrug. "No need to fall behind in school." He wrinkled his nose in that adorable way he did, and I had to resist the urge to reach over and boop it. I sat on the edge of his bed instead, and he scooted over until he was sitting beside me. "A third of math class is gone now," I said.

"No kidding?" he asked. "You and Namjoon must be feeling better," he added. "Seeing as you were both in school today." I just shrugged. I wouldn't have mind staying home another day, like mom wanted me to do. But I'd told her I'd be fine. I wanted to go to school.

What I did not tell her, or anyone else for that matter, is it was because I'd wanted to see Jimin. I'd wanted to see my little ChimChim's adorable smile, and his puffy cheeks, and his black hair that was perfect for ruffling...

Shit. I sat up straight, which caused him to look over. But I just slouched again, hoping he wouldn't realize what I just had. He stared at me for another moment before going back to his phone. I plucked at a loose thread on his sheets. How could I have been so blind?

"Move back," he suddenly demanded. Surprised, I scooted back until my back hit the wall. He plunked his head on my lap, still watching the screen intently. I glanced down, something g inside my chest twisting. "Can you play with my hair?" he asked, looking up at me and pouting. "I like it." Aww man. Pulling out the big guns. I began to mess with his hair, and he sighed contently, closing his eyes.

"No sleeping now," I chided gently. "I'm leaving if all you're going to do is sleep." He pouted at me again.

"No fair," he complained. "I stayed while you slept." He did have a point, even if I didn't want him to. He turned those pleading eyes to me. "Pretty please Hobi hyung?"

That did it.

I settled myself comfortably, waiting while he did the same. He pillowed his head on his hands, and when he found his comfy spot, I began toying with his hair again. Damn it Park Jimin, having me wrapped around his fingers already. Strangely I didn't mind. I guess love did funny things to you.

What? Oh. Yeah. I'll admit it. I'm in love. Head over heels in love. You may have heard of him. He was new to our school. He had kind brown eyes, an easy grin, and the most adorable laugh on the planet. He was compassionate and kind, almost to a fault.

And his name was Park Jimin.

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Ooh Hobi admitted he was in love! Will Jimin feel the same?