Requested by: Akumaxwaty
"Are you sure you'll be okay today?" My P.E. teacher asked me. I nodded as I tied my shoes. She sighed and patted my back. "Just make sure you don't run to fast," she said.
I walked out of the girl's locker room and walked over to the running field, which was where everyone was. I took my time to run around the field. Of course most of the time I just walked around, I didn't want to risk myself of having another asthma attack. Not only it was painful, but nobody in this school knows I have it. I don't like it when people thinks I'm weak and treats me differently. Only my parents, the school nurse and my gym teacher knows. And it should stay that way.
After running, I went over to my friends who were watching a group of boys playing basketball. "Waty, I think one of them keeps looking at you," she said pointing at one of the boys. I looked over at the boy she was pointing, when I did, his eyes was on me. But he quickly looked away only to get hit in the face by the basketball. I gasped a little and started to laugh with my friends. "Looks like someone likes Waty!" she teased, making my others friend cooed at me. I laughed again, and felt myself blushing.
"See! Even the girls are laughing at you!" His pale teammate yelled.
He groaned and caught the ball which his teammate threw back at him.
>>>>Few Weeks Later
It was after school and I was practicing basketball, alone. I wanted to practice, since I had extra time in my hands.
As I kept shooting the ball, I kept missing. "Well damn," I mumbled to myself.
"You need to jump a little if you want to get it higher," some suddenly said behind me.
I quickly turned around and saw the boy who supposedly "like" me a few weeks ago. He caught the ball and shoot it, getting it in the basket. I pouted at him.
"Don't blame me, I rarely play basketball. I'd rather run the track,' I said to him.
He chuckled, "Jimin imnida."
"Just call me Waty," I said and bowed to him.
He gave me the ball and instructed me to shoot it again. This time I jumped, but I still missed. He hummed and told me to hold the ball again, in my ready position. Then, he went behind me, to fix my arms. "There, now shoot again," he said.
I nodded and threw the ball.
"Yes!" I cheered when it went in.
He clapped his hands and high-fived me.
"Good, now it's time for a real challenge," he said. "Want to play against me?"
I giggled, "Bring it on."
While playing, I can feel my chest tightening a bit too much, so I called out time out. I sat on the bench and tried to calm my breathing. He sat next to me. "Hey are you okay?" he asked me while rubbing my back.
"Yes, I am. Why'd you ask?" I said while coughing.
He shrugged a little. "You just seemed to be too tired or something."
I let out a breathless laugh. "No, I'm alright. Don't worry," I said.
He smiled and gave me my water bottle. "Maybe we should do this again," He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked before drinking the water.
"You know. Playing basketball together and just being alone," He said.
"Really? Because I barely know you, and for all I know, you could kill me without anyone being able to save me," I said making him laugh.
"I won't, I promise."
I sighed and nodded.
"Fine, just don't do anything funny. Alright?"
He smiled and nodded.
"Come on, let's go continue our game," He said, once I calmed down.
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We've gotten really close, ever since I agreed to meet him after school. Awkward moments were made. Lots of awkward moments. Mostly falling on top of each other, due to mistakes. I would be blushing like an idiot and my heart would go a bit crazy.
Soon, I've fallen for him.
"Watch out!" he yelled.
He tripped and fell on top of me. "G-get off," I said pushing him aside, as I felt my face heating up.
I sat up and so did he. "Why are you like this?" he asked.
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Do I... make you nervous?" he asked me in a serious tone.
I scoffed. "No, I just hate it when people get to close to me," I lied while looking at the ground, avoiding eye contact with him.
Suddenly, he lifted my chin, so I can face him. Then, he placed his forehead on top of mine.
"Jimin, what are yo-"
"Just don't move," he interrupted.
He slowly leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips. I backed away from him, and looked at him with a surprised look. He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't want it," he said making me smile. Slowly, he leaned in again, giving me a longer kiss.
"Would you like to be mine?" he asked holding my hand with his cheeks turning a bit pink. I smiled and nodded. He sighed in relief and let my head rest on his shoulders.
>>>>A Month Later
It's been a month ever since we've been dating. I've been thinking about telling him about my problem, but I don't know why I feel so afriad to tell him. In till now.
"Give me the ball!" he yelled.
"No way!" I laughed out.
He chased me around the court, that's when I felt pain in my chest. I stopped, and he caught the ball and dunked it into the basket.
"Ha! Beat you!" he cheered. "Waty?"
I fell onto the ground, wheezing and coughing, trying to control my breathing. "Jagiya!" He ran over to me. He pulled me into his chest. "My backpack," I said pointing at it. He nodded and quickly ran to it, bringing me the backpack.
"Blue. Inhaler," I managed to cough out.
He dug through my bag and put the inhaler to my mouth. Then, he pressed it for me, so the chemicals can go through my lungs. "Go get the P.E. teacher," I wheezed out.
I was short in breath, but luckily the blue inhaler helped. It's only a matter of time before it becomes too serious. I need to go to the hospital quick.
The P.E. teacher finally came and called the ambulance. Jimin held me into his chest till they came. I should have warned him about my asthma. He wouldn't worry as much as he did back there.
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"Hey," I heard someone creeping into my room.
"J-jimin, hey," I said.
He sat on a chair besides me, as I was laying on the hospital bed. He smiled and held onto my hand, kissing it.
"I'm sorry," I said.
He raised one of his eyebrows in confusion.
"For not telling you I had asthma," I said looking at my hands.
"N-no it's okay. It will go away soon right?"
I nodded. "I've had it since I was born. It's genetic and it's never going away," I said making him frown.
"Well, now I know and I can live with that," he said patting my hair.
"Really?"
He chuckled, "I'm not going to break up with my girlfrie d just because of asthma. I'm just going to take care of you."
He kissed me on the forehead then on my lips. "I will always be there, okay?"
"Okay."
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Author's Note:
I don't know much about asthma, only a little bit. So sorry if there was a mistake about. I did do research, but I don't think I fully understand it. But I hoped you liked it.