Stay Alive || BTS x reader

10

After you spent some time with Jungkook, you decided to check on Namjoon before meeting with the others. When you knocked on his door, there had been no answer so you allowed yourself to look around the room to find the man.

"Namjoon?" You called when you didn't spot the large man. "You in here?"

"I'll be out in a bit." He called from the bathroom. You figure with the steam coming out of the bathroom door he had been taking a shower.

"Okay!" You called back to him. As you waited for him you took the moment to look around the room. It was much like Taehyung in the sense that there were a lot of different things that created Namjoon's personality.

He had his own bookshelf that was filled to the brim. There were a bunch of art magazines and books scattered around the room that made you smile. The man seemed to be super artistic and it really called to your attention. You knew he was an intellectual person and you admired that side of him.

As you shuffled around the room, you didn't take notice of the pile of clothes on the floor in front of the bed. You hadn't heard the bathroom door open either seeing as the moment your feet got tangled in the fabrics. You let out a yelp as the floor suddenly grew closer.

You grunted as your hand swung around to find something to hold onto. Instead of thinking you had grabbed onto the bed, searing hot skin came in contact with your palm. It felt as though you had touched a pan sitting on a turned on stove top.

"Ah." You screamed, retracting your hand back from the burn. Namjoon had recovered from the slap you gave his chest to hold onto your body to keep from falling over. "Namjoon!" Your eyes went wide as his palms seemed to cause a burning sensation from over your clothes.

As you realized the heat was coming from his body, you gasped out in worry. "You're burning up." You stressed, quickly letting go of him to look around the room. "Let me check your temperature."

Your head shook as you tried to come up with a viable answer as to why he was so hot. "You're not okay." You whispered to yourself.

"Hey." He grabs your shoulders to make you look at him. "Hey, I'm okay." His hands moved down to your arms. "Look." He dropped his hand down to yours, moving it to place it over his chest. "See."

Your fingers twitched on his tanned chest as his skin seemed to sooth the burn you had gotten in the first place. His body felt like any normal temperature, a bit clammy from the steam in the shower. You were too busy worrying about his body temperature to even realize he was shirtless.

"But you were burning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"Was probably from the shower." Namjoon sighed, letting go of your hand as he looked down at you. He turned to the pile of clothes you had tripped over. "Let me move this."

When you had rubbed at your stinging palm, you turned over to Namjoon. A gasp escaped your lips as more skin lesions were found along his back. The skin looked irritated, probably from the shower he had just taken. They were raw and it brought tears to your eyes at how much they probably hurt him.

"Joon. Let me cover these." You spoke up, watching as his head snapped up to you. He looked at you with a raised brow and a wide eyed look. You frowned as you thought over what you had said.

"Sorry, for calling you Joon." You said as you realized your informality.

He felt something tighten inside his chest as he heard the nickname leave your lips. It was a common nickname for him, especially from his close friends. Hearing you say it brought some kind of content to him. He found you calling him that to cause endorphins to be produced tenfold. It brought a smile to his face.