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Sunlight streamed softly through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Jimin stirred awake, his head a little heavy and his mouth dry. As he blinked the sleep away, last night's flashes came crashing into him-

The party.

The singing.

The dancing.

The stumble in the corridor.

The almost-kiss.

The vomiting-on Jungkook.

Jimin shot upright, eyes wide. "Oh no-oh no no no-" he whispered, frantically looking around the room. His cheeks burned in embarrassment just remembering how Jungkook had held him, guided him, and didn't even flinch when he ruined his shirt.

His eyes landed on the crumpled shirt on the nearby chair. He scrambled out of bed, picked it up carefully like it was sacred, and rushed to the washroom.

He turned on the tap and began scrubbing the shirt gently but quickly, muttering, "Stupid, stupid, Jimin... he takes care of you and this is what you do in return?"

Just then, footsteps padded softly behind him. Jimin froze when he heard the familiar sleepy voice.

"Jimin?"

He turned with a guilty start, still holding the dripping shirt. Jungkook stood at the doorframe, hair ruffled, a soft crease on his cheek from the pillow, looking utterly domestic-and confused.

"W-What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, rubbing his eyes.

Jimin quickly looked down, flustered. "I-I was just... I'm sorry about your shirt. I didn't mean to ruin it. I just thought I could clean it before you woke up..."

Jungkook stepped forward, his voice gentle, "You didn't have to do that. It's just a shirt, Jimin."

"But it was my fault," Jimin mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

"Still," Jungkook said, softly taking the shirt from his hands and placing it in the laundry basket. "I wasn't upset. You were drunk, I'm just glad you're feeling okay now."

Jimin looked up slowly, still embarrassed, but Jungkook's soft gaze calmed his nerves. There was no judgment, only a kind warmth that made Jimin's heart flutter in his chest.

"Let's just forget about it, hmm?" Jungkook smiled. "C'mon. Brush your teeth before you try to clean the whole house out of guilt."

Jimin let out a soft laugh, the tension easing. "Okay."

They brushed their teeth side by side in comfortable silence, bumping shoulders occasionally and sharing toothpaste. After freshening up, Jungkook changed into a clean shirt while Jimin went to prepare breakfast.

Before Jungkook left for the office, he paused at the doorway, watching Jimin quietly cut fruit at the kitchen counter.

He smiled. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Jimin turned, a soft flush coloring his cheeks. "Have a good day at work."

Jungkook hesitated a second longer, then nodded. "You too... take it easy."

And with that, he stepped out, leaving Jimin in the quiet kitchen, hand pausing over the apple as he softly smiled to himself.

Jungkook sat straight in the glass-walled conference room, eyes focused on the screen where financial projections were being discussed. But his phone vibrated silently in his pocket. He glanced at it briefly - Jimin.

He hesitated.

They never called each other during work hours.

He let it ring out, thinking it might be nothing urgent. But then - his phone buzzed again. Another call. Same name.

This time, Jungkook quickly excused himself and stepped out.

"Jimin?" he said as he answered.

But instead of a reply, all he heard was a weak, trembling whisper.

"Jungkook... my stomach... hurts... I feel dizzy..."

The phone slipped slightly in Jungkook's hand. "Jimin? Jimin, hey-what's wrong? Where are you?"

But there was no response - just the sound of shallow breathing before the line went dead.

His heart dropped. "Damn it," he muttered, shoving the phone into his pocket and running down the corridor, ignoring the confused looks from his coworkers.

He sped through traffic, barely waiting at signals. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios as he reached the house and fumbled with the key.

"Jimin!"

No answer.

He sprinted into the kitchen and found Jimin collapsed on the floor, lying against a lower cabinet, skin pale and sweaty, breath shallow.

"Jimin! Hey, Jimin!" Jungkook fell to his knees, tapping his cheek gently, voice trembling. "Come on, open your eyes. Please..."

When Jimin didn't respond, Jungkook quickly scooped him into his arms and carried him out, rushing him to the car.

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At the Hospital

The emergency room was a flurry of movement and hushed urgency as Jungkook burst in, holding Jimin in his arms.

"He fainted," Jungkook said quickly to the nurse. "He said he had a stomach ache, felt dizzy-please help him!"

They immediately took Jimin into a room. Jungkook was made to wait outside, fingers clutching his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. He kept replaying Jimin's faint voice in his head. The thought of not being there in time made his stomach twist painfully.

Minutes felt like hours.

Finally, a nurse came out and called his name. "Mr. Jeon?"

He sprang up. "Yes-how is he? Is he okay?"

"He's stable now," she reassured with a smile. "It seems to be a case of food poisoning, mixed with exhaustion. He likely skipped meals, which caused his blood pressure to drop. He's resting now. You can see him in a bit."

Jungkook let out a long breath, almost staggering back into the chair in relief.

A moment later, he was allowed inside.

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