Smol Bean Problem ◇Jikook◇

13 ◇Healing methods 2◇

"Helping me by what?"

"The caramel-"

"Th-this wasn't helpful at all," I huffed and looked to the side, avoiding his gaze. My whole face, no, my whole body was still burning and there was this strange urge to close the small gap between us again and pull Jungkook down, press his lips on mine again.

"Ah, and you think your stupid pecks were helpful?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "'Oh, your face is so red, Jungkookie! Let me help you!' Why do you think my face was like that, hmm?" He came closer again, until the tip of our feets were touching.

"I do-don't know. A fever, ma-maybe?" I stuttered, continuing to gaze at our shoes. Because I don't know what would happen if I raised my head, my knees would probably give out fully at this proximity, under Jungkook's intimidating gaze.

Even while looking down, my heart was thrumming loudly in my chest, so loud that I was afraid Jungkook could hear it from this closeness.

"Hey, look at me," I heard him whisper against my forehead.

"No," I shook my head, still avoiding his eyes.

"Oh, do you have a fever too, Jiminie? You're so red!" He was still mocking me, and it made my blood boil and clench my fists because I'd been really trying to help him earlier.

"Wait let me help you!" He exclaimed happily and leaned down to leave a quick kiss on my cheek.

My hand flew immediately to my burning cheek and I heard myself muttering something like 'stop' but I wasn't sure if it had been only a thought or if I'd really said it out loud.

"Oh no! You got even redder, Jiminie! I guess one kiss wasn't enough?" Jungkook was trying to imitate my voice, annoyingly so, and leaned down again.

I waited for the touch to come but I was surprised as it didn't, so I opened my eyes which I'd seemed to close without realizing, and finally lifted my head from the ground and... gasped.

For a moment, there was this look on Jungkook's face I'd never seen before except when he was staring at his iron man plushie. Something akin to fondness. But it was gone and replaced by his usual smirk so quickly that it made me doubt that it had been there in the first place.

It had been probably just my imagination, I tried to convince myself. Why would Jungkook ever look at me that affectionately?

"I'm- I'm just tired, I wanna go back and sleep," I sighed, trying to sound like everything in the past minutes hadn't happened.

"Only if I can kiss your fever away."

My breath hitched. "Jungkook, I don't have a fever," I tried to push past him but he was faster to place one hand beside me on the vending machine, blocking my way.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!"

"You are."

"Let me go, Jungkook," Once again, I tried to escape under his arm but of course he was faster to react, he always is, his hand slipping from beside my shoulder to near my waist in a millisecond.

"I just want to help healing your fever, Jimin," Jungkook said in an exaggerated voice, the smile on his face too sweet to be sincere.

Trying not to sigh frustratedly, I clenched my teeth, looking down again. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry I'll never kiss you- do that again. I- I thought it would really help you somehow... I really didn't know it offended you that much. Now, please stop mocking me." I said and tried hard not to form a pout with my mouth.