After having all of my vitals taken, the nurse has us sit in a secluded room while we wait to be seen. Taehyung sits on the small hospital bed with me as we listen to nothing but the humming sound of the lights above us. We don't say anything to each other. Honestly, I just want to sleep, but I know I need to stay awake to talk to the doctor or nurse once they come in here. Thankfully, Taehyung had asked for an English speaking doctor to make it easier on the both of us, but apparently that comes with a longer wait time.

Thirty minutes go by.

Forty Five.

One hour and ten minutes.

"Where are they?" He grumbles just before the door finally opens to reveal a tall doctor in a white coat, smiling at me and showcasing his dimpled cheeks. A nurse walks in right behind him and goes straight to the computer.

"Sorry for the wait, Ava Young." The doctor says as he looks back down to my paperwork and back up to me before bowing to Taehyung.

I nod and place my head onto Taehyung's shoulder. Having zero energy for any kind of formality or give a shit.

"I took her temperature at eight this morning. It was 39 degrees. Less than an hour later it was 39.6." Taehyung speaks for me as I close my eyes. The burning sensation being too much for me to bare right now. "She also vomited right before we came here."

"Thank you." The doctor states with a head nod as the nurse takes notes. He walks up to my side of the bed and presses his thumb and index finger underneath my ears to feel my lymph nodes. "Ah, yeah, they're definitely swollen."

A few minutes go by with him checking my breathing and listening to my heartbeat. My eyes flutter open long enough for me to focus on his name tag.

"Doctor Kim Namjoon." I read slowly, testing my Hangul for no reason whatsoever.

Both Taehyung and Dr. Namjoon chuckle at my random translation before I shut my eyes and lay back onto Taehyung's shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me to try to help me not feel so cold.

"Has she had a pregnancy test?" Dr. Namjoon asks the nurse and she shakes her head while reading through the notes on the computer.

"I'm on birth control." I groggily mention. "The shot."

He nods and turns back to the nurse, "Have her take a test just in case. Birth control can still fail and I don't want to prescribe her anything that could be harmful."

Taehyung and I glance at each other knowing that it's been a little over two weeks since I got to South Korea. If I was pregnant, the timing would be right and since the shot has caused me to have irregular periods, I can't exactly use that as a good judgement.

"Follow me." The nurse motions for me to come with her towards the bathrooms.

We stop at a bathroom at the end of a long hallway where she hands me a plastic cup after adding a sticker with my name and date of birth on it. She then explains to me that I should place it inside the small door on the wall once I'm done and then head back towards the room.

As I finish handling my business and begin to shuffle my way back to the room, I see Taehyung and Dr. Namjoon conversing in their native tongue in the hallway. Taehyung keeps his hands in his pockets and his brow is furrowed as he nods occasionally at whatever the doctor is telling him. He spots me coming up and smiles over at me, patting the doctor on the shoulder and bowing to him. Jogging up to me, he wraps his arm around me and helps me get back as comfortable as possible on the hospital bed.

"I had them bring you a blanket. The doctor said they'll need to take some blood work to determine what it could be, but he said there is virus going around right now." He mentions as he tucks me in as tight as possible.

The blanket feels like it came straight out of the dryer and it brings me a sense of comfort as we wait for the nurse to come back in to take my blood.

After being poked and prodded multiple times and waiting for another hour, Dr. Namjoon walks back in writing something down on a notepad.

"Here's her prescriptions. One is for the nausea, one is for the fever and the other is for the virus." He states, ripping out the paper and handing it to Taehyung.

"So she did have the virus that's been going around?" Taehyung inquires while staring at the paper he was just given.

Dr. Namjoon nods and looks back over to me to assess my face. "Try to get some rest over the next couple of days. Luckily, it seems like this virus doesn't stick around long and the medicine should help. I bet you'll be feeling better no later than Monday if you start taking it now."

"I'm not pregnant, right?" It's been the only thing on my mind since I was told to take that test and no one has told me the results.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, no baby making you sick this time."

Taehyung and I both sigh out in relief and thank the doctor for his help today while we stand up and Taehyung walks over to grab my hand.

"Make sure you take care of yourself too." Dr. Namjoon orders Taehyung as he walks out behind us.

"I will." He bows and begins to walk towards the exit with me mindlessly following along, thankful that he's holding my hand to guide me.

The bright sun is a shock to my system and I feel my stomach begin to turn upside down again, but when I think I'm about to vomit, I can only dry heave due to the empty stomach contents.

"You need to eat something." Taehyung worriedly says as he rubs my back. "You'll just make yourself more sick if you don't."

The thought of eating anything makes me scrunch my nose up, but I know he's right. My body needs the nutrients to fight this thing off. Dammit, why did I have to get sick during my last days here? They were supposed to be spent going on one more date, spending quality time together, having fun, visiting Jimin. Damn, now I can't even check on Jimin one last time since I could possibly get him sick. His body has enough problems right now.

Stopping by a restaurant on the way back to the hotel after picking up my medicine, he gets me a bowl of some heartier soup and some hot ginger tea with honey. I can tell he was well looked after as a kid with the way he knows how to take care of me because really, without him today, I'd still be in bed and just hoping it'd go away soon.

Back in the hotel and sleeping the day away, Taehyung sets his timer to go off every four hours to wake me and have me take another dosage of my medication along with a few more sips of Gatorade or water. He really doesn't leave my side the entire day. Even ordering the food for us both to be brought up to the room instead of him going to get it. When nightfall comes around, he's pleased to see that my temperature has dropped below one hundred degrees Fahrenheit according to his quick conversions. My body no longer hurts and I'm able to sit up and finish my whole bowl of soup this time including the bread that came with it.

Putting on a movie in a genre he knows I love to try to lift my spirits, we snuggle in bed and laugh occasionally at the romantic comedy playing on the screen before us. The kissing scene towards the end catches my attention and I realize it's the same movie that was playing the first night I stayed at Uncle Kim's house. The first night we met and what was playing during our first kiss.

"Did you know this was the movie that was playing the first time we kissed?" I ask.

He looks over to me with a smile and a nod, "I wasn't sure if you remembered. I watch it every time I'm missing you."

I smile up at him and he kisses my forehead in return, "Yeah, I wasn't really paying attention to the movie when I came over to Uncle Kim's house that night. I was so nervous!"

"You were nervous? I thought I was going to die my heart was beating so hard." He laughs. "I remember falling when I rushed upstairs to see if Uncle Kim had a condom when you and I had sex for the first time, too."

"Yeah, so do I. That was one loud thud. I wasn't sure if you were okay at first." I giggle and he looks over at me with blushing cheeks.

"You heard that? Man, I was trying to seem so cool that night." He rolls his eyes and puffs out his cheeks as he lets out a long sigh.

I run my hand through his hair and he looks over at me with his infamous puppy dog eyes. That look will forever make my heart swell. I'll have to make sure he doesn't know that or else he may use it to his advantage forever.

"I'm so glad it was you." I say staring into his eyes.

"I'm so glad you wanted it to be me." He responds leaning in closer to me. Stopping right by my lips, he looks down at them and back up to my eyes. I'm hesitant to kiss him even though I know that's what he wants. "I don't care that you're sick. I'd rather get sick and kiss you every day than to not be able to kiss you again until the next time I see you."

"Are you sure?" I question with worried eyes. I may be feeling somewhat better, but I know I still have a couple of days at least before I'm recovered.

Pressing his lips to mine, he answers me without words. No tongue is used, but the way he molds his lips to mine and softly holds them there as if he needed it made the kiss feel so intimate. But when he pulls back, his unforeseen pained expression confuses me.

"What's wrong?" I cup his cheek with my hand and he presses his face into it.

"Nothing. Now's not the time." He says solemnly, pulling away from me until I stop him and pull him back closer to me again.

"Tell me." I beg, searching his face for a sign of some kind of reason for this sudden change of character.

Letting out a deep sigh, he lowers his head and looks back up at me slowly before speaking. "I didn't know how to tell you this, but..."

"Tell me what?" My brow furrows and my heart drops.

Pausing for a moment, he looks at me with a sadness behind his irises. "Remember how we were talking about our school schedules yesterday?"

I nod.

"Well, in order to not have to prolong school for what I need, I'll not only have to do a minimum of sixteen credit hours, but I'll also need to go to school during the summer. So to be honest, I don't know when the next time I'll be able to come to the states." He looks away when he sees the disappointment I'm trying so hard to hide.

It's not like I can be angry with him. He's only doing what's best for him and what he needs to do for his life. But damn does it sting not knowing when the next time we'll see each other will be.

"I could come back to Korea." I try my best to bring a ray of hope.

He sighs out and looks back at my face, "Even if you do, it probably would be a while before that could happen and with me being so busy, I doubt we'd even be able to see each other much during a visit. That's why I've been asking for you to move here. That way we'd be able to see each other a bit more and we could get a place together."

I nod, understanding now why he's been pushing the issue, but it still doesn't change the fact that I can't do that. My tuition and room and board is paid in full thanks to my scholarships. Even though Tae is well off financially for a twenty year old, he wouldn't be able to fork out my tuition plus pay for a place for us to live. Especially with Uncle Kim not wanting him to work until after he's graduated so that he can solely focus on his studies. As much as I'd love to ride off into the sunset with him right now, we both know it just can't happen.

"Let's not let this get us down. All we can do is our best at making this work and like I've always told you, I'm forever yours. Should we ever split-"

"We won't." He cuts me off, not even wanting to think about that scenario.

"Should we ever split," I continue, making him look me in the eyes, "you'll know where to find me." He nods and wipes away the tear I feel trickling down my cheek.

"I will marry you one day. Don't give up on me. Please." He begs as his own voice breaks a bit.

"This," I hold his hand to my chest so that he can feel my heartbeat, "belongs to you."

With a smile and red rimmed eyes, he leans up and places another chaste kiss on my lips. It's no surprise that we can feel both of our lips quivering and as weird as it may sound, we find comfort in knowing we're both worried about what the future may hold for our relationship. Knowing that we're both scared to be heartbroken or to end up being without one another for the first time since we've met.

Sure, we live our own lives, have our own interest, our own friends and do our own thing, but this love between us isn't something I'd find in someone else.

Nor would I ever want to.