The Prince | NAMJIN

06

Namjoon didn't even care if he was welcome or not, he wanted to make sure he took his meds and felt better. He was once again standing in front of his door, nervous as he raised his hand and knocked. A couple of seconds layer, the door opened and Seokjin was staring at him blankly. "What are you doing here?" At least his eyes looked better today.

"I'm coming in." Namjoon walked past him, ignoring his question and made his way to his bed.

Seokjin followed him and blocked his way. "You can't just come in without asking for permission." Namjoon placed his hands onto his shoulders and pushed him back to his bed. Seokjin sat down, his face still blank as he watched him take the paper bag and spill everything on the table. "As I thought. You haven't taken any. Do you want to die?"

Seokjin tsked. "I don't know why you came here in the first place. I don't need you to babysit me."

Namjoon huffed. "You can't even accept someone's help and good will?" Seokjin didn't say anything, making him sigh. "Just let me help you, it won't hurt. Just because I'm your pup doesn't mean you shouldn't listen to me when I'm right." He could swear Seokjin's lips twitched a bit but it was so fast he wasn't sure he saw it clearly.

"How lame of you to call yourself a pup." Seokjin said.

A small choke escaped Namjoon's throat. "But- you're the one who called me pup in the first place!" Seokjin huffed and turned his head away, staring at the wall. Namjoon watched him for a bit before he eventually went back to roam through medicine. Seokjin got into his bed and turned his back to him.

" I don't need your help. I'm fine by myself. "

"Why is it so hard for you to accept someone's help? You can't be always all by yourself. If someone is willing to help you, you should accept it. Not everyone is kind today." Namjoon said.

Seokjin was silent for a moment before he spoke. "I just want some apples."

"What?"

"Apples. Nothing more, nothing less."

Namjoon let go of the stuff and made his way to the kitchen. It might have been impolite but he opened the fridge to see if he had anything to eat at all. Spotting a piece of a chicken breast and a bag of vegetable mix, he decided to give it a go and try to make some nice soup to bring him back to life. Seokjin eventually fell asleep because he could hear him snore slightly as he cooked the meat. He took a moment to think to himself, finding it strange how he ended up cooking for him when he couldn't even cook for his life. He just hoped for it to turn out eatable. Apples? Sure, vitamins, but he knew they would not help him get back to his feet. Half an hour in and it was done. Judging by the smell, it was a promising one. He found a small bowl and filled it to the top before he made his way to his bed.

Seokjin immediately woke up and turned to look at him, then at the bowl, then back at him. "What is that?"

"Do you seriously think apples would be enough?" Namjoon asked. He got to his knees and placed the bowl in front of him.

"I don't want to eat that."

"Then I will feed you myself, come on." Seokjin shot up from his bed. "That's more like it. I brought you some ice tea in case you want it." Namjoon smiled at him, the other still staring without any emotion onto his face. He couldn't read his mind at all. But instead of pushing it, Namjoon decided to lean back and keep quiet. Seokjin ate the soup, not uttering a single word before he got back under the covers. Namjoon decided to kill time by doing some dishes and cleaning up the place. You could see he felt bad by the mess he left around. Seokjin was fast asleep already so he got up and made his way to the kitchen. He hoped he would feel better tomorrow or else he would have to come up with another recipe to boost his immune system. He might at well cut him up some fruit salad for later.