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Namjoon groans.
He slowly lifted his head up from the pillow, lifting his hand up to his forehead. "The hell..."
"Namjoon?" Yoongi spoke up from the other side of the bed.
Namjoon gulps hard, turning his head to face the older. "What the fuck did I do yesterday...?"
Yoongi twitched but ignored it. "Y..You took the wrong medicine. Y-You were just very woozy and sleepy. Jackson..he came back with your medication. He's really sorry that he had them."
Namjoon slowly sat up from the bed, still holding onto his head. "Ugh. My head... Can you..please get me some Tylenol or something? My head really hurts."
Yoongi got up from the bed, leaving to go to the kitchen. He grabbed a quick water bottle from the refrigerator and Tylenol from the bathroom cabinet, walking back to the bedroom. He gave him the bottle first as he opens the medicine bottle to get two out if his head hurts that bad.
"Here." Yoongi gave him the two pills.
Namjoon picks it up to take it, swallowing the water and moving it away, sighing. "Thanks."
"Sorry about the whole medicine thing..."
"It's not your fault." Namjoon slowly lies back down on the bed. "It's Jackson's. He didn't leave my meds here and I end up taking the wrong ones. You didn't do anything wrong."
That a relief. Yoongi sighs, deciding to lay down on the bed with the taller.
"I keep stressing out."
Yoongi looks at him.
"I keep getting stress headaches. I can't keep myself clam. I suck at staying calm. It just..hurts in a way." Namjoon says, turning to his side. "I'm hurting in a way that people don't understand."
Yoongi understood him. Namjoon's kind of difficult to understand lately. Yoongi decided to get up from the bed, waking out of the bedroom to Jackson's bedroom door. He just softly knocks on the door, leaning on the doorframe.
"Jackson? He's awake..but he has a headache. I gave him Tylenol. I-I hope that didn't ruin his blood system..."
Jackson opens his door to make eye contact. "He's awake?"
Yoongi nods. Jackson got out of his room to closed the door behind him, walking over to Namjoon's bedroom. Yoongi did move out of the way, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He walked back to the other bedroom, stopping under the doorframe.
He saw Jackson sitting down on the edge of the bed, having a hand placed on Namjoon's shoulder.
"Jack I don't feel like doing anything today."
"C'mon. You can't ignore him. It's been a while since you guys went out. He seems really nice." Jackson softly spoke, sliding his hand to rub the taller's back.
Yoongi tilts his head. I wonder if they're talking about me. Is really hard to tell.
Namjoon sits up, grabbing his phone from his nightstand. "Fine. I'll text him to cancel it."
Jackson grabs his wrist to stop him. "Joon. Meet up with him. You're starting to push everyone away again."
"That's not true."
"It is." Jackson knits his brows. "Stop doing it. Meet up with him. Take you medicine, get yourself all neat and ready, then go see him. He really wants to see you. Trust me. He comes to our job and tries to find you, not me. You."
Namjoon yanks his wrist away, huffing. "Fine."
Jackson pats his shoulder, getting up from the bed. "Good. Get ready."
Namjoon sighs, sitting up from the bed and rubbing the back of his head. Yoongi moves away so Jackson could leave the bedroom. Yoongi curls his brows, looking into the room. It's not about me... He lowers his eyes down and just walks towards the kitchen.
