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Everything was going fine that morning until Jeongguk fainted.
He and Jimin had gotten up late—as they always did on Sundays—around 10:30. Jimin had jumped into the shower first, getting dressed afterward, while Jeongguk had lazed around in bed. It’d taken several minutes of prodding (and a promise of sexy times later) before Jeongguk had finally rolled out of the comfort and warmth of their sheets.
(That’s right, it was theirs. Jeongguk had smiled at the thought, still not used to living with his boyfriend of two years.)
Jimin had claimed the dishes needed cleaning (which wasn’t a complete lie; there were dirty dishes, but the sink wasn’t overflowing with them yet, which made Jeongguk think they weren’t that important), and he’d left the bedroom.
Then, Jeongguk had sighed; not in despair or boredom, but in content. He was happy: he’d gotten to wake up next to Jimin, the love of his life, every morning since they’d decided to rent an apartment together and share living expenses. He was happy, and he’d tried to explicitly express his feelings to Jimin since he couldn’t convey them in words.
(Maybe they’d have another chance to ‘explicitly’ state their love for one another after they got back from lunch out with their friends.)
He’d stripped out of his clothes next, and made his way to the bathroom. He’d drawn the shower curtain back and turned on the fierce spray, cranking the temperature up to a gently scalding one that would relax the stiff muscles of his neck and back (because damn, Jimin knew how to pull him apart and put him back together again, even if he was a little sore). He’d stepped under the pulsing water and felt the tenseness in his shoulders and lower back immediately disappear.
He’d spent the following few minutes just resting under the spray, letting the heat seep into his aching muscles and release the tension, before he’d bent down to pump some body wash into his palm. Then, Jeongguk had taken his time, massaging the suds into his body so he’d be sure to smell like Jimin’s favorite scent. (What would always make Jimin melt was something he called ‘home’; the scent that smelled strongly of nothing but Jeongguk.)
When he’d washed away the bubbles coating his skin, Jeongguk had grasped his shampoo container and squeezed out the amount needed for him to lather his hair. Working the soap into his locks until it had foamed, he’d pulled his hands away and wet them. He’d then reached for his facial cleanser, and set to work spreading it around his face and onto his neck.
Jimin had called into the bathroom around that time, saying something about grocery shopping after their lunch out, and Jeongguk had voiced his agreement, knowing they were running low on actual food (because ramyeon didn’t count, according to Jimin).
As he’d finished washing away the soap, Jeongguk had opened his eyes. His vision had been blurry, from the water and bubbles running down his face, but it had also darkened around the edges, as if he’d been in a tunnel instead of a shower. He’d shaken his head then, only for his mind to swim, an unexpected feeling of lightheadedness overwhelming him. While he’d pulled out from under the showerhead, the water hitting his chest, he’d turned around so he’d be able to grip the built-in handle if the dizziness didn’t dissipate.
He’d been about to call out to Jimin when his stomach dropped, the feeling making Jeongguk sway slightly. He’d flailed as he’d finally pitched forward, his arms not wanting to respond to his command to latch onto anything. A smack had followed the feeling of something connecting with his cheek and hipbone, and Jeongguk didn’t remember anything that happened after that.
How could he, when he’d blacked out?