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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ɴɪɴᴇ | "Bʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ"
The next day I was sleeping in my room (per usual) when Namjoon paid me my daily visit. He really is attached to me at the hip, isn't he? That's not necessarily a bad thing, only bad when I'm grumpy. Hence our argument the other day.
"Hi, N/n. How are you doing today?"
Namjoon kissed the side of my cheek. I felt my face heat up. Not out of embarrassment, but more like, 'Oh my god he kissed me.'
"G-good morning to you too." I stuttered nervously. I was cringing hardcore on the inside. Couldn't I speak normally without being obviously embarrassed? Clearly not.
Namjoon smirked and chuckled before moving a strand of hair behind my ears. "Good morning. You know, your hair is getting pretty messy. I thought I might help you out with that."
I cocked my head to the side. "Help me?" I asked confusedly. I had no idea where he was going with this.
Namjoon held up a hairbrush. My hairbrush. Uh, where'd he get that? Questions later, I suppose. I caught on to what he was implying fairly quickly. I expected him to hand it to me so I could brush my hair which by now was probably in need of some dry shampoo. But to my surprise instead, he was brushing it for me. I was a bit surprised, but it's not like it's the first time he's done it for me. In middle school when I was still learning to do hair, Jimin kept trying to teach me when I was struggling to do so. I'd given up at some point because I got lazy, and just let my mom keep doing it, but she decided I eventually needed to learn for myself. Fair enough. The thing is, Jimin sucked at doing hair. Sorry, gotta be honest, but my brother does not have any talent to braid or curl hair. I liked to wear it in curls sometimes or do cute updos, but he wasn't good at that. Obviously, considering he doesn't have longer hair.
He might be late constantly, but I can tell you it definitely isn't because he's styling hair other than gelling it. Lucky for me, Namjoon is practically wrapped around my finger, and more than willing to try and help me. So when I did learn, Namjoon taught me. But, he doesn't have hair as long as I do, so the thing is, when I asked him how he knew all of this stuff, he only told me from his younger sister, and, get this, 'YouTube.' Apparently, he'd spent a lot of time on YouTube with his sister, learning to do hair to help me. Not a lot of guys could confidently say they'd go to that length for a female friend, so it really meant a lot to me. Sweet right? He's the best. Which meant he could pass those skills on to me. I still remember the first time he ever taught me how to braid, and how bad mine was compared to his. I smiled, fond of that memory. But who was I kidding, I'm fond of almost every memory I have with Namjoon.
I felt him gently taking strands of my s/m/l hair and running the brush through them. "So, I was thinking when I'm done, I was going to see if you might be interested in going out to the hospital's garden. I realize you haven't left your room at all, other than for the echo the other day, and I thought you might want to get out of here for a bit."
