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Jimin didn’t know how long he’d been out for. Twenty minutes? Thirty? An hour?
However long, you had been on the guest chair the whole time. He could see the flashbacks from his sleep.
As soon as you realize he’s up, you rise from where you were sitting, and put your hands to use, fixing the pillows behind his back to help him sit up.
“Mph yeah I’m good.”
You just stare back not sure why. Just scanning his face for any signs of discomfort, you decided.
“Had you scared for a second didn’t I?” He mused.
“I was terrified, you idiot. Who told you it was okay to race your bike on the highway?” You mutter, genuinely confused.
“Aw does miss potato care that much about me?”
“Shut up.” You lightly hit his arm, annoyed and sit back on the chair beside his bed.
His smug facade slowly slips when he sees you close your eyes and slowly draw in a few breaths, head hanging low, your fingers picking at your nails.
“Hey, I’m sorry, I really scared you didn’t I?”
“You could’ve been seriously injured! Damn it you are! Just look at your face, it’s all bruised, and you can’t walk for two weeks! You’ll have to be on a wheelchair for-”
“It’s just hairline potato, you’re overreacting.”
“It’s still a fracture!!”
“Okayyy I’m sorry.” He laughs.
“You better fucking be if you love yourself.”
He smiles. “I do and I am.”
You slowly ease back into your usual self.
“That phone call was- the worst ever I swear. I had half the mind to cancel my subscription.”
Some stranger informing you your best friend was out cold on the middle of the road was not a fun exercise, you didn’t want to think about it a second longer.
“Oh come on, you hate me, I’m always eating your moon cakes and never asking.”
“That’s different okay?” You chuckle.
“Because I’m too cute to say no to.” He grins.
“No. You’re right, I really hate you.”
“Ah yes.”
You couldn’t help but poke your tongue out at him, playfully, which he was, as always, quick to reciprocate, poking it right back.
“But.. that’s not what I heard in my sleep..”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh you know, you were saying I miss you already, I don’t want to be without you, come back home.. just the usual you know?”
That prick.
“Well, that was because you haven’t gotten the groceries yet. I held up my side of the bargain. You completely annihilated that burger. And your laundry has been sitting stacked in your wardrobe if you failed to notice.” You clip back.
“Oh I’m sure that’s exactly why.” Then he does it. That thing. Where he rubs his thumb over his lips, hooded lids side eyeing you.
“Fuck you Park Jimin. You know what, you deserved this.”
“Ah han, I can see, you’re really having the time of your life with me laying like this. You love playing with my ego.” He laughs out.
You had slowly dragged your seat closer to the edge of the bed, tracing your finger over the hard white plaster.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“What? My ego? I’m a man of cour-”
“Your leg, Jimin.”
“Oh? No, I don’t feel anything.”
“You sure did when you were twelve.” You smile recalling the old times.
“Well, I needed the ladies’ attention back then.”
You turn towards him with your nose scrunched up and mocked him, “Oh Liz, I’m in so much pain..”
He laughs along, “As I said, attention.”
“What and you don’t need it now?”
He shrugs animatedly.
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Your phone rings for the fourth time, and you finally get up, “Well I’ve really got to go now, mom’s tired of the cat.” You say turning the phone screen towards him.
When you’re absolutely satisfied that he’ll be sure to call if he needed anything, and after you’ve finished setting up the little snack collection with his favorites, you lower to his level, give him a hug, and turn to leave.
On your way out however, he calls after you, and when he has you maintaining eye contact with him,
“By the way, that tiny heart on my cast is all the attention I need.”
Your eyes blow wide, in embarrassment, the red marker clutched tightly behind your back, face flushed, as you meekly choke out,
“See you Jim.”