[A/N]Alrighty let's go Sena you gat this.

He finally let go, I stood upright.
"What?" Jimin giggled, "What's wrong? Are you blushing?"

"Erm no." I said as I shlapped the white cloth back on his forehead.
"OUCH BE GENTLE."
"Oh sorry ^^" I apologised, trying to sound sincere.
"Do you want anything? I'm going to go and get some stuff from my room." I said as I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.
"No I'm fine, take your time." He wheezed out, "I'll just lay here... Dying... Alone....."

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut.

As I gathered a new set of clothes, a book, my phone charger, and the thermometer from our emergency kit, my phone rang.

Flustered, I answered "Yes, what is it Jimin?"

"I'm hungry." He groaned.

"Okay we can order room service just wait a second."

"But I'm hungry now please hurry come back..." He pleaded in a tone that sounded rather dramatic.

"Okay I'm coming back now anyway, I'm closing the ca-"
He interrupted," Can you get something for me?"

"Sure. What do you need?"

"... Handcuffs?" He whispered.

"What? What are you saying? Why?" I stuttered, my cheeks burning. "Jimin??!"

"Well you gotta stay by my side, IM DYING. HURRY."

"Omg." I ended the call, grabbed my teddy bear and marched to his room.

I walked in to find Jimin crawling along the floor, he reached his hand up "HeLpP..." He wheezed in an old man's voice. I chuckled and grabbed on to his hand, "Up up." I signalled towards the bed and helped carry him over.
Placing my hand on his forehead I checked for a fever.

For a moment he stopped acting like he was dying, his face completely relaxed with the back of my hand resting on it. He smiled a little, "I'm glad manager-nim sent you." he said, sounding normal this time- sounding sincere.
I smiled back and helped get him onto the bed.

"You should try to sleep, if you want any chance of getting better soon." I said to him as I walked towards the bathroom to wet the towel again so it was fresh cold again.
"Okay, just don't leave. Stay here, okay?"
I nodded and placed the towel on his forehead, "I'll be right here, watching you, don't worry. I'll probably have to wake you up to give you more medicine so your fever doesn't go up."

Before I let him sleep I checked his temperature with the thermometer, he was 38°C, which wasn't great- but it could've been worse.

After what seemed like a 'forever' of Jimin sleeping, I checked my watch to find that only a mere hour and a half had passed. I glanced up from my book to see how he was doing. I violently rubbed my face to relieve my tiredness and walked over to sleeping Jimin.
His skin looked darker in the dim lighting, contrasting with the white sheets, his lips were parted and his eyes softly shut.

It amazed me how I could still be captivated by him in this state.
It also amazed me how often I had found the opportunity to admire sleeping Jimin that far into my relationship with him.

Slowly, trying not to wake him up, I checked to see if his fever was back- and it was, my hand was met with the fiery burning that radiated off of him. He felt much hotter than earlier, I placed the thermometer under his arm and paced about as I waited.

39.4°C .

Frustrated, I exhaled and checked the time again; only about another hour until he can take another capsule.

I wasn't sure if it was right to wake him up or not- I mean, he seemed so at peace. The wet towel on his forehead had become warm once more, I grabbed the towel and as I felt the warm wetness of it my mind drifted back to what I had learnt in physics about thermal equilibrium.
The Zeroth law of thermodynamics. I lightly chuckled under my breath as I refreshed the towel.
There was only one thing I could do to try to bring his fever down while waiting for the suitable amount of hours to pass for another capsule.

"Jimin..." I lightly nudged. At first he didn't respond, but as I persisted he nodded back at me.
"Your fever is up again, I'm going to have to... uh. Jimin you gotta strip down." I finally blurted out. With hearing my words he finally opened his eyes, "Well I have a lot of experience doing that, should be fine." He joked.
"Just please keep on your undies..." I mumbled to myself.

Honestly, it wasn't much stripping I mean, we've all seen his upper body and his underwear isn't really that much shorter than some of the shorts he's worn.

As much as I would of liked to take the time to admire his physique, I was too busy shaking and scared that I might accidentally kill the boy.

I messaged Minjun, asking if she had a fan or anything, she told me that she didn't and that cameraman Frank did, apparently he said Jimin could use it, she said somebody would drop it off once they got back to the hotel.

Grabbing a large bowl from the hotel room's pathetic excuse of a self-kitchen, I filled it with cold water and walked over to Jimin.
"Ok, get ready, I'm gonna pour this over you!" I said as I swayed the bowl back and forth.
"EH? No no no no" He flinched then waved his arms about.
I burst out laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm kidding dummy..." I dunked the towel into the bowl and started dabbing it on Jimin.
"It's cold.." He whined as he flinched.

I tried to stop myself from smiling at how adorable and vulnerable he looked.
"I'm sorry, I gotta bring your fever down.." I continued re-wetting the cloth and dabbing it on his arms and neck.
"I feel so cold.." He murmured.
"Let me check your temperature again." I placed the thermometer under his arm then went to get him another capsule, his fever was down a bit- 38.1°C.
"Here, take this, your fever is going down but I'm worried it'll come back up." He tool the capsule from out of my hand and gulped it down with water.

Soon, Namjoon stopped by to give me Frank's fan.
"How's he holding up?" He asked with a worried expression on his face, handing the fan over to me.
"I mean he got worse when we got back but he's doing a bit better. I really don't want him to perform tomorrow. He really shouldn't." I whispered so that Jimin wouldn't hear.
Namjoon frowned and peeked his head through the door to glance at Jimin, a small smile creeped onto his face, "So, you stripped him down, ay?" He teased.
"Omg WOW. He had a freaking fever Namjoon wow wow. Please remove yourself from here ty." I joked. He laughed back and nodded goodbye.

I placed the fan on the nightstand and turned it on, Jimin's lips curled into a smile, "It feels so nice." he rolled to face me.
"Yeah, it'll help cool you down."

"No, I was referring to you being here to take care of me, but that feels nice too. If you see Frank before I do, tell him thank you."

The nightlong struggle with Jimin's fever was accompanied by two visits from the manager and ended in me by the side of the bed- holding his hand, knocked out and exhausted.
I hadn't planned to sleep- it just, sort of happened.
I couldn't have been certain of when I fell asleep and stopped taking care of my little baby, but judging by the last time I had checked the time- around 4am? I think

Waking up was an ever bigger shock, miraculously I had ended up 'on' the bed- not 'by' the bed- alone. I rolled around to find the bed completely empty, I checked the time and flung awake as I realised that I had to be at the venue in an hour or so.
"JIMIN?" I yelled as I grabbed all my belongings.
There was no answer. I had no time to look for him, I hurried along to my hotel room to get ready. Minjun was still sleeping, well, she didn't need to be at the venue yet, she's usually needed about 4 hours after I am, her role is fundamental in one of the final steps before a concert.

I called the manager, "Hey! Good morning. Where are you? Are you on your way? Thanks for looking after Jimin, he seems much better now." he said in a cheery tone.
I'd never heard him so happy.
"I'm leaving the hotel now, I'll be there soon... Are you sure you want Jimin to perform?" I asked, still worried that he'll get sick again.
"Well, he's insisting." He replied.
"From what I experienced, he was really sick, if you can, cut down his performances for the concert, but keep his appearances if he's persisting. I know I'm in no place to advise you on this but I don't believe that he's fully recovered." I added while trying to sound mature and well spoken.
"No, yeah, I agree with you, I'll talk to him. See you soon."

And that was exactly what happened, Jimin wasn't going to listen obey the manager's requests, but I messaged him as the worried and scared girlfriend that really didn't want him to get sick, that still really admired his commitment, and that I wouldn't be disappointed in him if he cut back a little during this performance. I knew for a fact, that if we told the fans he was sickly, they'd be thankful purely for him showing up at the venue still- and well, I was right.
In fact, fans were yelling for him to go rest.

After the concert I went back to my hotel room and blacked out.
That was it. That was my Paris experience- "A feverish Jimin".

I wasn't disappointed, well maybe a little, because I would've liked to have enjoyed myself in Paris since I had made it all the way here.

Another time, I guess?

Our next stop was Berlin, which was just another busy blur for me.

This time there was no photo shoot- It was arrive, sleep, wake, work, sleep, leave.
Honestly, it was dreadful.

The manager said that we had to get back to Korea as quick as possible since Namjoon and Jin had their schedules and Yoongi had a meeting arranged with BangPdnim and a few producers.

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Arriving back in Korea was strange, I mean, had I lived their long enough to feel 'Ah home sweet home'? Or was is still an unfamiliar place where I didn't feel like I fit in?
Upon arrival I crashed into my bed, ignored my luggage, and slept.

Our plane landed during the night, which made it feel even better when I passed out.

Thank FUCK we had nothing to do the next day.
Well, Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi were busy, so *thank FUCK I didn't have anything to do the next day. I had some quality me time, I got to unpack, shower, and rest.

My evening wouldn't have been completely without Jimin stopping by. I opened the door to find him brightly smiling, dressed in black jeans and a white top.
"You look much better today." I said as I slid to the side to allow him to pass.
"Not too bad yourself!" He teased as he ruffled my hair.
"WOW" I pushed him, he raised his hands in surrender.

After a few sweet words, he was able to convince me to go to the park with him again- in the freezing cold.

We waddled our way to our bench, hand in hand, talking about the past two weeks and how nice it was to just go out for a walk again. To do normal things again.
"I missed walking with you." He added.
"Me too." I replied, my breath steaming from the cold air.
"Are you cold?" He asked, as if he didn't already know the answer.
I nodded, and in return, Jimin stuffed my hand into his jacket pocket and then wrapped his arm around me.

We continued happily waddling.

Eventually we made our way to the park bench, and sat down- my ass practically freezing by the way. I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to enjoy the moment- emotionally it was ecstatic, but physically? Cold.

DID I MENTION HOW COLD IT WAS?

Jimin cleared his throat, "I.." He paused for a moment.
Then he opened his mouth again, but this time he sang-

"When you're hungry

Take this song out like a morning apple and eat it
Even if you're tired, make sure you eat breakfast and lunch

Then you'll sleep better later at night"

He smiled at me as he finished singing, he pulled out a little an apple from his other pocket, "Here, have it." He handed me the shiny red apple.
Slowly I reached for it, "Thank you."
Jimin leaned in closer and stared at my face. I tried to look away from him, "What? Is there something on my face?" I asked as I frantically started rubbing my hand over my face.
"No, your face is fine." He smiled.
Jimin ruffled his hair and continued talking, "To be honest, I didn't drag you out here into the freezing cold to sing to you and give you an apple, I wanted to ask you something."
Nervous, I nodded for him to continue.

"I wanted to ask if you would like to be my girlfriend- Officially." He said in a soft tone as he cupped my face with both his hands.
"I want to be able to tell everyone, I don't want to hide it. Not anymore." He added.

"What about the fans? They'll be hurt. I always feel selfish for having you in my life..." I responded, trying to avoid looking him in the eye. "Well, think of it as you being selfless rather than selfish, because having you in my life makes me happy, and that makes fans happy." he grinned.

"So...? Will you officially be my girlfriend?" He asked in a slightly raspy voice.
I just nodded and smiled.
Jimin looked back at me and, almost hesitant, softly planted a kiss on my forehead.

We made it back to my apartment around 11pm, the entire journey itself could best be described as 'happiness' and 'happiness' alone.
I was happy he was by my side, and I was happy that he was happy that I was by his side.

Nothing in the world feels better than feeling wanted by those you love.

Nothing.

"I'm going to have to leave soon, I told the hyungs I would just be out for a walk, and that I won't be home too late. Let's tell them together? Ok? Let's announce us at a dinner or something?" He excitedly asked. He made his way to the couch and sat down. "And, there's one more thing." he rummaged about his jacket once more- "Aha" he exclaimed once he found what he seemed to be looking for. I walked over to him and stared in curiosity.
"It's nothing really, but it's cute and I just wanted to buy it when I saw it." He opened his hand to reveal a packet of hairbands, each of them with different arrangements of mini flowers along the elastic. "It's cute..." I reached for the hairbands and he pulled his hand back.
"Well, ofcourse they're yours, but, well, I'm going to be honest I bought them so I could tie your hair up ^^" He goofily smiled as he reached out for my arm and pulled me down onto the couch.
"Sure, that's cool. Go for it." I said, trying to sound calm and collected- but I was totally freaking out, I love people playing with my hair and I love it when the nape of my neck sometimes feels tingly from it. It sounds weird, but I was really anticipating having my little angel play with my hair. I turned my back to him and waited.

He scooped up all of my hair into one hand- the feeling of his palms slide over my hair was peculiarly relaxing alone- then he tried used his other hand to brush the top and the sides back, trying to make it smooth. He then smoothed out the hair from the bottom of the back of my hair and up- his hand just brushing along the nape of my neck.

My shoulders jolted from the tickling feeling.
"Aww okay I'm going to enjoy being able to play with your hair more than I thought!" Jimin exclaimed as he wiggled about.
"I'm going for a chic bun look, yes I'm very feeling it yes honey, yes." He said as he imitated like every male fashion designer ever. I responded with laughter.
He then began to continuously twist the 'ponytail' of hair that he had gathered, tugging on my scalp (and feeling very relaxing tbh), he twisted and wrapped it around itself then secured it with one of the hair bands he had gotten me.

"Ok, mon cherie I am done, voila, this is your finished look." He handed his phone over to me with its front camera on.
"Hey, you know what? It's actually not half bad!" I was shocked at how unshitty it looked.
"Oh, thank you, of course, stylist Jimin can do anything-"

And the bun came undone.

Jimin nervously laughed then went to play with my hair again.

It was a great was to conclude out evening, just enjoying each other's company and messing about for a bit. "I'll message you, okay? Don't sleep too late."
"You too." I added. Just as he was about to walk out the door, I stopped him.
"Yes? What's wrong?" He asked, eyes slightly worried.
"Nothing, there's just something on your face." I said, voice slightly shaky as I walked in closer to him. "Oh? What is it?" He brushed his hand over his cheeks to check.
I quickly leaned in a planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Got it." I smiled.

Following Jimin's departure, I began getting ready for bed. It was a great evening, I was content, my stomach was in knots- but not in a bad way. In a way that reminded me how important Jimin was to me.

Roughly two hours into my sleep I received a message, I jolted awake at the message tone.
I unclocked my phone to see that Yoongi has messaged me:

Yoongi: Hey, is Jimin at yours?

Sena: Why? Is everything okay? Is he missing?

Yoongi: He stormed out about 10 minutes ago, he was pacing about for quite some time before too.

Sena: What? Why did he do that?

Yoongi: I don't know, let me know if you see him, I'm worried.

Just as I was about to reply, there was a loud knocking on my door. I walked towards the door, turning on the lights as I progressed through the apartment.
The loud knocking continued.
"Hello?" I called out, too afraid to open the door at this time.

"It's me, open up." Jimin's voice anxiously answered from the other side.
A bit relieved, and somewhat even more nervous, I opened the door.

Jimin quickly glided into my apartment and shut the door behind him.

"Hey..." He said as he slowly walked towards me with a sincere gleam in his eyes.

"Heyyy?" confused, I chuckled, "What's up?" I asked as I nervously examined him, trying to figure out why on Earth he had to venture to my apartment at 3 in the morning like this.

He seemed assertive and confident- the way his shoulders were laid back and relaxed- but something about the way he looked at me made him look worried or scared.

There was a glimmer of something.

But what?

"There's just something I've been wanting to do for a while now." He nervously said in a shaky voice as he shuffled around.

Cautious, I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Like?" I responded.

I waited for an answer.

"With everything that's happened I mean..." He drifted off.

"Jimin?"

He paused for a moment-

And before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and his hands were holding onto the back of my neck- his thumbs circling the skin just along the start of my jaw.
My stomach twisted and turned, my whole body tensed as I held my breath.

Shivers running down my spine.

Like before, my eyes were shut tight, because I couldn't bear to watch, because it all seemed too intense, too exhilarating to for me to handle.

But here I was, kissing Park Jimin.

Feeling him so close to me, his hand on my neck, his breath on my cheek, his thumb caressing the sides of my face- it was... perfect.

Within a fraction of a second I could already tell my heart was beating faster than it should be and that my hands were getting progressively clammier.

It was fascinating how I couldn't hear anything but my heartbeat, I couldn't even hear myself think because of how loud the pounding of my pulse was.

His lips were incredibly soft, his lips against mine felt like a butterfly fluttering when it flies, his lips against mine were beautiful, and delicate.

In short, he had what I would call 'Flutter lips'; soft, delicate and beautiful.

I can't tell you what he tasted like, there was no way to describe it, all I knew was just that I liked it, just that it was unique and I never wanted to forget how he tasted.

So this was it?
What I'd been waiting for?

All this time.

And, boy, was I glad I had waited.

I felt him exhale against my cheek, sending one last shiver down my spine, before slowly letting go of me.
"That." He quietly said as he clenched his jaw after pulling away.

He stood completely parallel to me and stared at me- waiting for a response.

Waiting for me to do something- say something.

I remained tensed and completely frozen.

He chewed on his bottom lip then exhaled.

Jimin contently smiled to himself.

"Sleep tight, sweetie." He smirked, then touched his hand to my cheek.

And that was my first kiss.

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[A/N]

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