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TARZZAN for Calvin Klein 2022

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDon't you play me

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwe on the floor

⠀⠀⠀⠀we ⠀⠀ain't⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀06.23.2025

배일리. .ೃ࿐

Fluff

A/N: JEEMIN JEEMIN JEEMIN UGH MY WIFE ILHSM

Synopsis: taking care of your sick girlfriend

Pairing: Jeemin (Izna) x f!Y/N

Warning: being sick, cute shit

MEN DNI

You were on your last class today and Jeemin wasn't here which was very unusual of her so you decided to pay her a slight visit after class.

The final bell rights and you walk with your friends to the bus station. Talking about stuff that happened in school.

You get on the bus alone and text Jeemin asking her where she was all day. A few minutes pass by and she and there was no answer.

After a few minutes of scrolling through your phone and watching the streets blur past, you still haven't gotten a message back.

As the bus rolled to a stop, you stepped off, the chill of the evening air wrapping around you. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and began the familiar walk to Jeemin's house.

You arrived at Jeemin's doorstep a little out of breath, your heart racing with concern. You knocked hesitantly, the sound echoing in the quiet street. After a moment, the door creaked open, and there she was—her cheeks flushed with fever, tangled hair framing her face, and her eyes bleary but brightening at the sight of you.

“Hey…” she mumbled, leaning against the doorframe for support. “I thought... I thought I’d be better by now.”

A wave of affection surged through you as you took in her state. “You don’t look so good, Min. What’s wrong?”

Jeemin’s bottom lip began to tremble slightly. “I... I’ve just got a terrible cold,” she confessed, looking down at her fuzzy socks. “I missed school today and I was really hoping to be back by tomorrow.”

Without thinking, you took a step closer and reached up to gently press the back of your hand against her forehead. “You’re burning! You need to rest,” you said, worry lacing your voice.

At the warmth of your touch, she leaned into you slightly, a soft smile curving her lips. “You always worry too much,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

“Maybe just enough,” you replied, trying to keep a light tone even though you were feeling anxious. “Do you want me to come in?”

Her eyes lit up a little. “Yes, please. I could use the company..."

You grinned, stepping inside as she reluctantly moved aside. The familiar scent of her room enveloped you, a mixture of jasmine and lavendar. Her favorite scents.

She lays down at her couch as you go to the kitchen to prepare some tea for her. You pour some water into the kettle and let it boil, then grab a cup and a tea bag and place it inside the cup. As you grab the kettle to pour in the cup you feel a pair of hands pressing against your waist. "Jeemin you should be resting." Jeemin puts her head on your shoulder. "But i want to cuddle."

You sigh as you pour the water in. "We can cuddle later." Jeemin whines, "please baby?" She kisses your shoulder. You give in to her touch. "Drink your tea first." She lets go of you and goes back to laying on the couch, drinking her tea and watching some kind of drama. "You know you are more worried about me drinking tea instead of worrying if you might get sick because of me."

"I don't care if i get sick if i get to see my girlfriend."

You sit down on the couch and scroll across your phone. "Well i should get going now i need to get back home." As you get up Jeemin pulls you back on the couch, now more closer to her. "Stay...please?"