53 + 60 with jimin (thank you!)
The increasing pace of your heartbeat takes priority over the conversation going on. “Excuse me,” a simple smile dismisses the two talking to me, letting me get to your shivering form in second. “I feel like I can’t breathe,” you panted, leaning into me, eyes begging for help. “I know, angel,” my soft words offer you comfort, your body goes limp in my arms while you try calming down.
“You should’ve told me it was getting too much for you,” my arms easily lift you, holding you to my chest while we move to the kitchen. “It’s your night, I wanted to support you,” you pouted.
“You’re more important than everyone in there,” your pills are in your hands within no time, along with water. “Take your medicine,” my hands go to cup your face the second you’ve obeyed, soothing you more.
Your heartbeat slowly returns to normal as you pull me close, nuzzling into me. “Should I tell everyone to go home? We can get in our pyjamas and cuddle in bed,” the way your eyes light up gives me the answer. “Go warm up the bed, angel. I’ll be there shortly.”