Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ғᴏᴜʀ | "ʟɪғᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ"
(A.N. - As per my usual musical suggestions, listen to 'Life Goes On' while you read this chapter)
-You- As soon as Jimin left, I waited for Namjoon to come back. I guess I was rather hungry. I just hoped I wasn't stressing Jimin out too much with the whole situation, but we both had a right to know what was going on and after receiving all of this new information, I now felt as if I was burdening him. I mean, he moved back in to take care of me? That definitely feels like a trap, for both of us. He didn't deserve to spend his time looking after his sick younger sister, he was supposed to be spending his time finding a partner and enjoying life. Not worrying about me.
There came a knock at the door, putting a halt to my thoughts so to speak, which I assumed was Namjoon. It was, and in he came with a tray of food, and a bottle of water. "Hey. I tried to get you something that wouldn't be too harsh on your stomach. It might be bland, but it'll help in case your stomach is upset."
"Thank you. I appreciate it." I smiled as I picked up the chopsticks on the side of the bowl, attempting to pick up some of the chicken and rice. But every time I'd grab a bite, whatever I'd been able to grab would keep falling back into the bowl. My hands were too shaky to hold onto the chopsticks.
"Need some help there?" Namjoon questioned.
"That's okay, thank you." I attempted a second time to pick up the rice with my chopsticks, but my hands continued to shake, proving my futile attempts to be useless. Namjoon chuckled. "Hey, not funny!" I whined, furrowing my brows.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Come on, here, I'll help you."
I gave up, surrendering my chopsticks to Namjoon as he skillfully picked up a clump of rice, and a few pieces of chicken, and held them out for me. I felt awkward, not going to lie. "Come on, open up." Namjoon coos. "It's just me. You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me."
I felt my face heat up in exact embarrassment as I looked down. I know for sure I was hardcore blushing. I tried my best to mask my embarrassment, swallowing my pride and opening my mouth. He placed the chicken and rice into my mouth as I latched onto the chopsticks. He repeated that process until I was full enough to stop eating.
Namjoon made sure you ate the whole bowl and not just a little bit. 'My sweetheart needs to stay healthy, of course,' He thought.
I was too embarrassed to look Namjoon in the eyes after that. "...Thank you, Namjoon."
Namjoon internally 'awed' at your shyness. "It's no problem, N/n. I don't mind helping you out for a while." Namjoon squeezes my hand.
As I take the last bite, chopsticks, and meal basically hanging ten, Namjoon chuckles, making me feel even more embarrassed. "Stop," I say, "or I won't finish eating."
