Here have another chapter today bc I feel bad for not updating :)

42 - JM focus

"Hyung, are you- "

"Get the fuck out." What? He was clearly upset; that's why Jimin asked in the first place. But why was Yoongi mad at him? "I can barely keep up with my classes as it is. Do you think I need you here distracting me? You should know better than that. I don't know if you want to make me fail, but I sure as hell don't need that. So I'll say it again: get the fuck out of my room. Get the fuck out of my dorm and get the fuck off my campus. I don't want to see you."

All Jimin could do was try not to cry. He nodded and did exactly what Yoongi told him to. He got the fuck out. He walked through Yoongi's dorm, ignoring the odd looks he got from his dormmates and made his way off the school grounds, tears helplessly spilling down his face.

What had he even done? Yoongi hadn't been in the best mood, that much was glaringly obvious. But Jimin was usually the one to cheer him up. All he had wanted was to see his boyfriend for the first time in a while and that was the reaction he was greeted with. Maybe he just didn't spark the same joy in him anymore.

He got back home and didn't eat; he didn't really feel like it, honestly. He just went to bed and tried to sleep off his sadness. It didn't work. He woke up late and got the bus straight away. A few minutes later, Taehyung appeared, smiling cheerfully. Jimin tried to put on a happy face for him.

"Morning, Jimin-ah!" Taehyung grinned and sat next to him. Jimin didn't even have time to say anything back before he asked, "What's wrong? I thought you were seeing Yoongi-hyung yesterday?" Jimin just sighed.

"Who said anything was wrong?" he tried and Taehyung smiled,

"I've known you for three years; I'm good at this. What's up?" he repeated and Jimin didn't want to say. He didn't want Taehyung's day to be worrisome from the very start.

"Nothing. It's fine," he lied, feeling insanely guilty. Taehyung tilted his head.

"Tell me at break?" That was a fair compromise. Jimin smiled slightly.

"Sure. How was your evening?" he asked, attempting to get the conversation back on track. Taehyung played along. He told a story about Yeontan that Jimin couldn't help but coo at. Yeontan was the cutest ball of fluff in the world and that was not a matter of opinion.

Break-time rolled around and Jimin was hoping that Taehyung had forgotten about it by now. He was proven wrong, however, when Taehyung and Jungkook sat down next to him and looked at him expectantly. Before Jimin could say a word, Jungkook said,

"I don't have to be here. I can go if you want…" Jimin shook his head.

"It's fine, really, it's nothing. I don't know why this is getting to me so much. I went to see Yoongi-hyung yesterday at his uni but he was at a class or something so he wasn't there. I just sat in his room until he came back but when he did… he was really upset. He'd been crying or something and I thought he'd be happy to see me but he just wasn't. He said he didn't want to see me and I was just a distraction to him and he swore at me and," Jimin paused as he said all of that in one breath.

"Minnie…" Taehyung consoled. Jimin ran his hand through his hair subconsciously.

"He just made me feel like nothing. Worthless, just a distraction. Do I really mean that little to him?" he asked, afraid of the answer.

"I'm sure he was just stressed. If you ask him what's up, he'll answer you. He trusts you with everything," Jungkook assured him but Jimin wasn't convinced.

"What if he's still mad, or doesn't want to talk to me?"

"Well, you didn't do anything wrong, so he has no reason to be mad at you," Taehyung reasoned and Jimin nodded.

"I guess… I'm gonna give it a few days. He never flips out like that, at least not at me. I'll wait until he cools down." This seemed like a brilliant plan at the time. It would give Jimin time to cheer up and give Yoongi time to come to his senses.

But when Jimin woke up on Monday, the day he was supposed to text Yoongi, he felt horrific. He was so hot and his head was flaring. Ignoring it, he got dressed (he was in 3rd grade; there was no skipping school), picked up his bag and walked to the bus stop.

Everything was sort of blurry. He sat down again and pressed his head against the nice cold window. It didn't help much. Then Taehyung was sitting next to him, asking what was wrong.

"…never get sick, Jimin, what's…" was all he could make out. He mumbled out something that he hoped sounded like "I'm fine," and managed to get to school.

He got through the first lesson without much trouble. He didn't remember what it was, but he remembered taking some notes on something. He would go through them later. He followed his classmate to a different room and sat down in his seat. Physics, his brain reminded him, concentrate. Jimin stared at the board and tried to make sense of what the teacher was saying but he couldn't focus. Everything hurt so much.

And then everything went black. He heard concerned intonations and felt suddenly light. He heard a familiar sound – Taehyung? – talking to him but Jimin didn't want to wake up. He felt himself be laid down and people leave the room. Not knowing where he was or what was happening, he just wanted to sleep. He woke up briefly and threw up over the side of wherever he was before passing out again.

When he woke up properly, he was in his bed with light streaming in through the curtains. He didn't know what had happened and blinked, trying to remember. Water dripped down his forehead and he felt a cloth drenched in lukewarm water that had been placed against his skin.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're awake!" his mother's voice said. He nodded slowly.

"Eomma, I need to go to school…" he whined, attempting to sit up but a hand on his chest stopped him.

"No, no, no, lie down. You've been unconscious for a day and a half. You've got a terrible fever and it won't break. I'm taking you to the hospital soon; just rest until then." Jimin conceded and nodded weakly. He did feel incredibly sick and he was still so, so hot. More sleep couldn't hurt, right?

He woke up every few hours to drink or eat or throw up and lost most of his sense of time. Until he was gently shaken awake and he reluctantly opened his eyes.

"Jungkook's calling. Do you want to talk to him?" Jimin nodded and felt a phone pressed to his ear.

"Jimin? Hyung, are you okay?" came the concerned voice.

"Not really. Everything hurts so much, Kookie," he sniffed and Jungkook cooed down the phone.

"You'll be okay soon. I just know it. We're all on your side, hyung!" he supported.

"And Yoongi-hyung? Is he there?" he moaned hopefully. Jungkook paused.

"I think he's still at school. He'll be back soon though," he reassured him.

"I miss him," Jimin pouted. He wanted his boyfriend.

"He misses you, too, hyung. I've got to go back to class now, but I hope you get better soon!"

"Tell Taehyung not to worry too much, okay?" he asked.

"Will do. Bye, hyung! Rest well," Jungkook told him and Jimin smiled,

"Thanks, Kookie. Bye!" and he promptly fell back asleep. What felt like a few minutes later, but could easily have been days, he was woken up again.

"Can you stand up, sweetheart? We need to go to the doctor's," his mother told him and he nodded. He got dressed and his skin was still burning. He wasn't even sweating. He met his mother by the door and she helped him into the car. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he picked it up. He already had about six missed calls each from Jungkook and Taehyung plus a few from other friends. He answered the call.

"H-hello?" he asked tiredly.

"Jimin? You're awake! How are you feeling?" came Taehyung's voice. Jimin smiled despite his condition.

"Just brilliant, Tae. My entire body is on fire and the concept of being awake makes me want to throw up," he answered truthfully.

"Ah, hyung… what's wrong, do you know?"

"I'm just going to the doctor's now. I'll tell you when you get out of class, okay?" he said.

"Okay… get better soon, Jiminie!"

"See you soon, Taehyungie!" he promised and hung up the phone. He felt a bit better after talking to him. He couldn't imagine how much better he'd feel after talking to Yoongi. Lost in thoughts, he hadn't realised that they were at the hospital.

Everything was blurry again. He was led into a room and poked with things, lights were shone in his face and really freezing cold stuff was put on his skin. He managed to listen to the diagnosis: heatstroke. That was fun. Explains why he felt his insides were boiling all of the time.

On the way home, his mother was talking to him about all the things he had to do to take care of himself and get better quickly. He interrupted her.

"Eomma, can I go see Yoongi-hyung?" he asked. His mother frowned.

"Why?" Jimin just shrugged,

"He wanted to know how I was," he lied. "Besides, he might make me feel better." His mother sighed and pulled into Yoongi's college. She offered to go with him but he assured her he could do it alone. He made his way across the campus, feeling stronger, and got permission from one of Yoongi's roommates to go inside. He climbed the stairs with some difficulty but reached their room, knocking with exhaustion. He should have drunk something.

Yoongi opened the door and Jimin collapsed into his arms.