Jimin's eyes opened in an instant and were met with a strange ceiling above her head. Her head felt really painful as if it was about to break open. The blanket that was neatly tucked on her body, smelled like minty lavender.
This familiar scent has always lingered around her nose whenever she's with Minjeong. So she presumed that the girl had something to do with why she was inside this unfamiliar room.
When she tried to get up, a needle-like pain struck through her mind causing her to lie back down on the mattress.
She noticed how she felt unwell. It was cold and the ceiling was now spinning around slowly, eventually realizing that she had a fever when putting a hand on her forehead.
"Oh, you're awake?"
Jimin did not notice the sound of the door opening as Minjeong just arrived inside the room with a tray of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
After roughly confirming what was happening, Jimin clenched onto her forehead and gradually sat up. Head lying comfortably on the headboard with a soft pillow.
"What happened? And what time is it?"
Minjeong grabbed a small foldable table beside her bed and positioned it over Jimin's lap to place the tray of food there.
"After the fireworks, you passed out and almost fell down. Thankfully, I caught you." her voice was hoarse, placing a spoon and fork beside the tray. "And don't worry, it's just 6 a.m... you leave at twelve right?"
Jimin subtly nodded her head in response and began lingering her gaze around the room. It looked really plain with only a few plants around as decoration and a simple computer to her right.
It felt like that time when she got drunk, the taller snickered.
"What's up with your voice?"
"It was cold last night." Minjeong shrugged, "Caught a cough... took some meds, so I'm getting better."
"I see... then is this your room?"
"At my mom's, she's at work right now though." Minjeong nodded her head, "I drove here immediately after you passed out. You weren't really fine at that time." she grabbed the fork in assist of giving it to Jimin.
But the latter only smiled and shook her head.
"Hmm, I don't know Minjeong... maybe you should feed me?"
Minjeong displayed a stern smile, "You have a fever Jimin, not a broken arm."
Jimin frowned her lips, "My head hurts."
With a long sigh, the shorter wasn't able to retort and cut a piece of pancake to feed the sick girl. Opening her mouth with an ahh~, Jimin began to chew in delight looking all happy like a five-year-old.
Minjeong blinked at this and laughed, "Your head hurts, huh?" she continued to feed the latter.
Mouth full along with the smile that never left her lips, Jimin nodded her head. "Yeah, it stings-"
*BEEP*
Minjeong beeps an infrared thermometer over Jimin's forehead and it looked like her fever was slowly residing away. The latter noticed this and saw the temperature that displayed, 37.5°C— disappointment.
Jimin expected the girl to place the fork down and tell her to feed herself, but she only continued and pierced bacon, the piece coming directly into her mouth.
"Since we won't be seeing each other for a while, I'll let you off the hook," Minjeong said with a smile, the food hanging up in the air waiting for the taller open her mouth.
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50 Things I Don't Know About "K"
Fanfiction⭐ 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘧 ❤ As a shut-in, Kim Minjeong never liked the idea of interacting with people as she preferred to spend most of her time inside her apartment. However, all of that changed ever since she bumped into trouble with her co...
