I didn't want to fall asleep. His hands slowly stop stroking my head as he got drowsy, little by little. His eyes were shut and he started breathing heavily. Jungkook was fast asleep. Even I want to talk with him all night he dozed off.

"You must be tired," I whispered to him, touching his soft pale cheeks.

The smile never left him even he was asleep. I stared at the dreaming boy, talking to myself,

Jeon Jungkook, Are we meant to be together? Is that why our fate bought us together? Shadows of the past keep on chasing me. But the more I try to escape and struggle, the more it follows me,

But I still want to hold onto it, wherever you are I'll find you,To a tomorrow of us.

After looking at him for a long time, I started feeling the sleepiness that was peeping in to me. As time passed I was asleep on his embrace as well. I searched for the warmth of him in the cold night.

What's the time now?

I woke up when I felt something really hot against my skin
Trying to figure out what was it, I rubbed my sleepy eyes. I slowly got up without waking him and sit on the bed, crossing my legs,

What was that? I looked beside me. Jungkook was still fast asleep. I sneaked to the bathroom without making any noise to spatter water on my face as I felt the heat. I couldn't figure out what was making me feel like I was near a fireplace.

"It's still dawn,"

After a long time, I saw the moonlight. The milky white rays were pouring through the window to the room. I could see outside from the halfway opened curtains. Looking at the scenery, I again lied down next to Jungkook.

His face looked adorable when he's sleeping. The rays of silver light that vauged through the curtains were dancing on his face, making his face glister. I couldn't help but touch his face. But I immediately took my hand away with a loud gasp as felt the sudden sensation.

" Holy Crap! you are burning up!"

His body temperature was rising every second. It was like a hot frying pan. He's having a freaking high fever. I shook his body, trying to wake him up,

"Jungkook," He was silent as the dead. I startled from inside as he didn't respond.

"Jungkook, wake up," why isn't he even responding? No, it can't be... I gulped hard with the lightning of thoughts. I quickly leaned and pressed my ear against his chest, holding my breath. I sighed in great relief as I felt him breathing.

He's still breathing, he's still alive. Is he unconscious?

"Jungkook!Junkook!Please wake up," I kept shaking him. As a result, a whimper escaped from his lips, making me even more worried.

" What am I going to do?"

I panicked and jumped off the bed. As the lights switched on, my eyes crooked to adjust to the beam of light. I shook my head and blink hardly while walking to the bed with the smoky image ghosting in front of me. The background kept getting blur and again clear, my eyes were adjusting.

My heart clenched when I saw him. He was breathing from his slightly parted mouth. The face was even paler than earlier. His lips were so dry, with faded pink colour, with cracked skin. I couldn't stare at him. He's hurt,

" Oh no," bI caught my hair, frustratingly, with no idea what to do next. It took me some time to process my mind that he needs treatments.

I hurried to the kitchen. I didn't walk, but my legs took me their automatically with dismay. It was still dark inside the house. By touching the walls, I managed to put the lights on. Even with the lights, I couldn't see properly, sometimes everything went blur around me. My head slammed into the door as I was making my way inside the kitchen,

" Ugh damn!" I rubbed my temple, and extended my hand forward, trying to figure out what was in front of me. I have no idea how, but I managed to plug the kettle and boil the water. My thoughts were boiling just like the water in the kettle. While it gets ready I searched for the pills.

"Come on it should be somewhere here," I rummaged through the wooden cabinets to find the the medicine I want. I know it's somewhere here, A big red plastic box was in the last cabinet which was at the end. It was filled with different kinds of medicines as I guessed. Again, I was confused with which one to give him. I need pills to his fever ,

"Which one is it?"

The letters written on the surface of the paper was unclear. It was really hard to see. Tiny words written in ink was wobbling in front of my eyes. While that, my mind was blazing with thoughts about the man who was laying in my bed, helplessly,

"Y/n, you have to do this"

With a great struggle and after blinking about a hundred times the letters started to get clearer. The kettle is whistling loudly making the air even more steamed. After focusing so hard, I was able to read what was written in them,

"This is it," the packet full of white pills were there with instructions written on it. I made sure that it was the right one before I snatched it. After a combination of hot water and cold water, I made it warm enough to compresse on his body. Pulling out a basin, I poured the water into it to take it to the room.

Somehow I managed to reach the room without spilling the hot water on me. I grabbed a towel and soaked it with tepid water, and started cooling his body.

It's sad to look at him like this. The energy of him was gone. He worked too much until his body couldn't take, in the end, he fell ill as a result.

"It's because of me, you are sick because of me," I bit my lower lip harshly. Don't be cowered, don't cry...Stay strong. You can't break the promise you made to him,

Those eyes were closed. Sweat drops were starting to form in his forehead because of the high temperature, making them drip down from sides. This is no good. The temperature read in the thermometer was high enough to make me scared to death.

I kept compressing the wet towel on his forehead. I removed the blanket away, not letting it heat up him anymore, wiping under his neck and face, cooling down him. I opened the window to let the cold wind hit him to make him comfortable.

His head slowly moved sideways with whimpers. He mumbled something from his parted mouth, but the voice wasn't strong enough me to hear him.

I took his hand, it was slightly shaking. My heart sank deep seeing him suffering like that,

"Jungkook, you are gonna be ok, I promised you that I'll never leave your side," I couldn't hold it anymore. My tears were no longer under my control. Tears left my eyes without even knowing. His body was trembling because of the cold. I slightly covered him with the blanket to stop him shudder. His body was so warm. Same time I had to keep make him stop shivering and also keep cooling down him with the wet cloth.

His whimpers turned to words. Suddenly he started talking,

"Please, No! Don't leave me," he whispered weekly. His face was twisting to a pain and agony. He gulped hard, sweating so much.

"Kook," he grasp my hand tightly. His eyes were still closed. He was whispering something with his dry lips. I got closer to listen to him,

"Please mom, don't leave me, you said you won't leave me," Mom? His mother left him? Is it something about her? Looks like he is having a nightmare, He pulled my hand towards him, whispering while his eyes shut closed.

"Don't leave me. Who will be there to love me?"

A tear left from the corner of his eyes. He's crying. The pain was written on his face. I clenched my jaws, seeing him suffering. He's crying in his sleep. The tears are so warm, they carried all the sorrow inside his heart.

Jungkook please don't, I can't watch you being you like this, I can't bare it, my heart aches. Don't do this,

"There will be no one to love me. I'll be all alone. I want to be loved by someone"

Tears keep streaming down his cheeks. He was lonely. He was afraid of being alone. I took his hand in between both my hands,

" You have me, I'm here for you Jungkook,"I whispered into his ear. His twitched face muscles started to relax,  "Y/n?" he whispered weakly.

"I'm here to love you," I inched to his face, running my fingers through his silky hair, "Even the darkness we see is so beautiful, remember that you taught me that. You told me to believe you. It's now your turn to trust me. Believe me, I'll never let you go, I'll always be there walking next to you, " I softly peck his cheek as he shed another tear, but with a smile,

" I believe you," he closened my hand to his chest,

"I believe you Y/n"

No guys ,you aren't crying...It's Namjoon's onions again. You all are effected by his onions.😅😅

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Sometimes I really don't know why I'm like this. Don't ask me I don't the answer either😪😐😭

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