you saw seokjin entered the room carrying a tray filled with a bowl of porridge, a plate of apple— sliced, water and medicine. you hated the sight of medicine. it reminded you the days, seeing your father depended on medicine to live. since then, you never tried to swallow medicine —tablets or liquid, even though you are sick.

placing the tray on the bedside table, he sat down on the bed, facing you. he picked up the bowl and a spoon. you looked at him, as he scooped the porridge before feeding you.

"please eat? you need to have something in your system. i know you won't talk to me, but please get healthy soon. this is the least i can do."

you opened you mouth for him to feed you. as expected, his porridge is delicious. you were halfway through your porridge, you felt full because you are not on your full appetite.

"i-i don't think i-i can finished it."

"it's okay. as long you've eaten something. let's get you to eat your fruits. i cut some apple for you."

he gave you a slice of apple. you took it from his hand. once you are done with another two slices of apple, he handed you a glass of water and your medicine. you shook your head, denying the medicine.

"please? it won't hurt you. trust me. medicine helps. okay, flower?"

you took the medicine from his palm, before looking at it. you were contemplating, as you were playing with the tablets with your fingers. you swallowed the medicine forcefully. your face scrunched because of the bitter taste of the tablets.

"that's my flower."

he said softly. he gave you a slightly, knowing you are not really comfortable with him.

"t-thank you."

you whispered, but enough for him to hear. he nodded, and pick up the glass from your hand.

"i'm sorry."

he said, while standing up. you then squirmed under the blanket to lay down. he helped you to lift up the blanket and arranged the pillow for you to lay your head against it.

"rest well, flower. we'll talk, once you are better."

as much as you hate to deal with him— for what his sister did, you can't help but melted at his voice, his gestures, and especially the endearment towards you. flower.

you felt drowsy due to the medicine as soon as you settle down on the bed. you closed your eyes, succumbing to sleepiness.

"sleep well, flower."

you felt a peck on your forehead. he was about to leave the room, when you grab his wrist.

"s-stay with me? at least, until i am fully asleep?"