Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Chapter 8
                          
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That night Jungkook woke up from yet another nightmare, gasping for air, his body burning up. This time he had been back in the ocean. The clawed hand pulling him under, those gray eyes staring straight at him. No emotion. No guilt. Just a blank face.
                          
Struggling to breathe Jungkook sat up on his bed. His lungs felt worse again. Every breath hurt and it just didn't feel right. Still careful not to wake up the boy sleeping on the floor he tiptoed out of the room. He had to drink something. His throat was way too dry.
                          
Slowly his breathing got better, but it still felt a bit off. Breathing was a bit harder than it should have been. Quickly he gulped down his water, his heart still racing in his chest. Once he was done he backed up against the counter, leaning against it with his full weight.
                          
His body was hot, but at the same time he also felt cold. Maybe he should take his temperature. After all he had been put into absolutely fantastic conditions for catching a cold. First he had went for an unwanted swim. Then he had wandered through the night in soaked through clothing and even today he had been sitting by the beach for hours, not wearing anything but a t-shirt and two hoodies to keep his body warm.
                          
Once again he startled when he looked up to find the boy standing there. Really had a great sense for his prey running away, hadn't he? Jungkook couldn't leave the room for more than three minutes without him noticing.
                          
"I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to take my temperature." The boy looked confused but didn't say anything. How could he after all?
                          
Jungkook moved over to the drawer and grabbed a thermometer from it. Then he sat down, feeling oddly dizzy. For now he just decided to ignore the boy because he really couldn't have cared less what he was doing. Jungkook really didn't feel all that great.
                          
After clamping the thermometer between his arm and armpit he waited. Just closed his eyes and waited until the thing made a sound, informing him that it was done taking his temperature. Next to him he could hear the creature flinch and he couldn't help chuckling. So scary, but clearly not used to technology.
                          
When he took a look at the thermometer, it clearly displayed thirty-nine degrees Celsius. He sighed. So yeah, he had a fever. Fucking great. What was he supposed to do now with the spawn of the devil in his home when in addition to that he was also sick?
                          
Actually, for the most part... he should probably just go to sleep. After all that was what he needed the most right now. A warm bed and some more sleep, because it was three in the morning and he really couldn't keep his eyes open right now.
                          
He turned to the guy, holding up the thermometer. The creature eyed it curiously. "I'm sick." Now the eyes were on him. At least they almost looked normal now, aside from their unnatural color. "I don't know if you even know what that means, but basically I'm really weak right now because I made my body go through something it wasn't supposed to go through – after all I almost drowned because of you – and now it's kind of in a bad state." Yeah, he was still angry. He knew that there was nothing to gain out of being mad at an emotionless creature, but at least he'd get some satisfaction out of it.
                          
"And that means, if you'd be so kind to let me, I should get a lot of sleep and no... whatever you want to do. No drowning. Please no threatening because I really don't have the energy to deal with that right now." Wow, he really wouldn't be talking like this if his head wasn't as hazy as it was. But right now he just felt annoyed with this whole situation. The whole world for making him go through this. "I get it. You're scary. You don't have to prove it to me anymore."