I barely had time to process that Jimin needed catching before he was unconscious in my arms. Fuck. What the hell was making him so sick? I felt guilty as if I had done this to him instead of whatever sickness he had. I shook him, trying to wake him up, but it didn't work. Tears escaped my eyes and I just wanted him to be okay.

His phone rang. I lay him carefully on the floor and fished through his pockets to find it. It was his mom. Bracing myself for whatever would happen, I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Ah, is he okay?" his mom asked and I shook my head before remembering that it was a phone call.

"N-no, not really. He's sort of unconscious," was all I could tell her.

"I knew this would happen, it's okay. What dorm is it, dear?" she asked and I told her quickly. As soon as I did, a woman walked down the corridor and hung up her phone. I put Jimin's down as well and smiled in relief.

"H-he just fell…" I explained and she crouched down to feel his forehead.

"You must be Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you," she smiled and I returned it as best I could. She stroked Jimin's hair and he groaned slightly. "Poor thing's got heatstroke," she sighed. "Come on, let's get him inside. Need help lifting him?" she asked and I shook my head. I was small but so was Jimin. I put one arm behind his neck and the other behind his knees. I was about to carry him to my bedroom before I remembered the state my room was in. I laid him on the couch instead.

I sat on the floor and looked at him sleeping. I missed him. So much. His smooth skin, his pink lips, his pretty hands. His eyes, despite being closed and creased with discomfort, were still beautiful. I ran my hand through his hair, knowing it always calmed him down. His mother placed a glass of water on the table for when he woke up and we watched him together.

"He should have known he was still sick. I only trusted him to walk that far by himself because I knew he'd be safe by the end. Besides, he really wanted to see you," she told me. I just gazed at him, wishing for him to wake up.

"Really?" I asked. He had really missed me back. Even after I said all those things, he still missed me. What a loving boy. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. His mom giggled slightly at the sight of me being totally whipped for her unconscious son and I blushed.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Yoongi," she smiled. Her smile looked just like Jimin's.

"You too, Miss Park." It was silent for a while and I thanked the stars that Jimin was there to give me a distraction.

"I'll tell you what," she began, "I'll leave him to sleep here for a while. He really wanted to see you and I'm not sure he'd appreciate it if he woke up at home. Call me when he wakes up and I'll come and get him. Will you be okay with that? You just need to make sure he stays hydrated and cool." I stared. I now saw where Jimin got all of his unconditional kindness from.

"Yes, that sounds fine. Thank you," I said, trying to hold back a grin. She stood up and I walked her the ten feet to the door. I bowed and she left, leaving me alone in the living room with Jimin. I walked back to him and knelt down next to the sofa. I held his hand and he didn't hold mine back.

"Jiminie," I whispered, "can you wake up for me? I need to say sorry and I can't do that when you're asleep. Just open your eyes, please." As much as I tried to coax him into waking up, he didn't. I felt his forehead and it was burning. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I soaked a cloth in cool water and wrung it out slightly. I ran back and carefully placed it on his skin. He flinched and whimpered, still unconscious. I laughed softly and sat next to him.

About an hour later, Jimin wasn't awake. He made small noises occasionally, telling me he was okay, but nothing other than that. The door opened and one of my roommates walked in. He looked at me curiously.

"Is he… good?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, turning my attention back to Jimin. He was so pretty that I felt like hiding his face so my roommate didn't accidentally fall in love with him.

A few minutes later, Jimin's phone rang again. Feeling slightly offended that I was less popular than the unconscious kid, I answered it.

"Jimin! Gosh, that was quick!" came Jungkook's voice. I smiled at it.

"Not Jimin, Kook. Try again," I told him and there was silence.

"…Yoongi-hyung? Why do you have Jimin's phone?" he asked.

"He… can't really answer it by himself. He's a little bit unconscious at the moment," I stated and Jungkook gasped,

"Oh my God, is he okay?" I smirked,

"He's unconscious," I repeated and Jungkook stuttered. I decided to not be salty; this was one of Jungkook's best friends in the world. "He's got heatstroke and he's just resting at the moment," I answered.

"Heatstroke? How the hell did he manage that?" Jungkook asked, confused and quite rightly so; it hadn't actually been that hot. I sighed fondly,

"He's a very special boy." Jungkook hummed his agreement. Something shifted. Jimin's hand constricted against mine and he rolled over slightly to face me. His eyes fluttered open and took a second to focus. He smiled. "Jungkook, hold on a second," I said and put the phone down. I tilted my head and smiled at Jimin. "Hi there, sleepyhead. Dream of me?" He hummed and grinned wider. Dear God, I missed him.

"I missed you," Jimin whispered as if reading my mind. He leaned in closer and kissed me softly. I kissed him back. It was a weird angle, but loving. It clocked in my brain how dry his lips were and I pulled back, making him whine. I smirked as I knew that was involuntary. I reached to get the water and gave it to him. He sat up and drank almost all of it in one go. I watched proudly.

"Good boy," I praised as I took it off him and kissed him again. Quiet shouting from Jimin's phone distracted me and I pulled away again, flipping it in my hand.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Jungkook whined and I rolled my eyes.

"Calm down, brat, he just woke up. Wanna talk to him?"

"Yes!" he shouted impatiently in my ear and I smirked.

"I wasn't talking to you. Jimin-ah, do you want to talk to Taehyung's brat?"

"Hey!" Jungkook squeaked as Jimin sighed,

"Do I really have to say yes?" he asked.

"Yes, you do! Come on, hyung, I've been worried sick. You didn't call me or Taehyung after your appointment." Jimin signalled and I pressed the phone to his ear.

"I wanted to see my boyfriend first. Then I passed out for… how long?" he asked me. I looked at my watch.

"Um… just over an hour," I told him and he laughed softly.

"Whoops. But, yeah, I'm just hot and thirsty right now," he continued and I smirked,

"What else is new?" I mumbled and he tried to hit me but it felt more like a weak tap. Jimin and Jungkook continued their conversation and I just watched. I was so happy that he was awake and here. Eventually, Jungkook hung up and Jimin noticed me just staring at him. He blushed self-consciously but I didn't look away. I kissed him lightly and he kissed me back.

"I'm glad you're okay, hyung," he whispered and I remembered that I hated myself.

"I'm sorry, Minnie. I was so stressed and I didn't mean to yell at you. I didn't mean to make you feel like that at all and I just- " Jimin cut me off by pecking my lips again.

"Stop talking. I want to kiss you," he stated and I grinned.

"Anything, prince." Our lips connected again and I didn't want to pull away. I think another one of my roommates walked through at some point, but neither of us paid them any attention. We were lost in each other's touch. It had been too long since I kissed him last.

This time, my phone rang. Jimin groaned and I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or turned on. I pulled back anyway and saw Namjoon calling me. I also saw that it was about half-five in the afternoon, which I didn't expect. I was about to answer when I remembered,

"Oh, Jimin, you need to call your mom and tell her you're up." He nodded and picked up his phone while I answered mine.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, hyung. Listen, we met up with Hoseok and his girlfriend for the double date," he told me and I sighed.

"You interrupted me making out with Jimin for this?" I asked impatiently.

"I thought he was sick?" Namjoon asked, confused.

"Not infectious. He just passes out occasionally. Anyway, what is it?"

"Oh. Well, you know how none of us has ever met Hobi's girlfriend?" I just huffed in response so he'd hurry up. He got the message. "Well, she's not… what any of us expected. It's Lee Seohyun."