A Wish Remembered - NamJin ✔️

Blanket Kick

Seokjin lightly patted Namjoon's shoulder. The younger needed to wake up for a while to eat, he wanted or not.

"Namjoon, please. Have a bite of your breakfast." Seokjin sighed. "Or you wanna something else? Porridge? Soup? Anything, just please eat some."

"Something else? Anything?" Namjoon asked. His husky voice was getting more hoarse because of the flu. Seokjin helped him to sit and rest his back on the headboard of the bed.

"Sure, anything. Please eat. Just a bite is okay. The doctor is coming to check you. You need to take a medicine as well so let's eat. I will feed you."

Namjoon smirked a bit. Even when he was sick, he loves to play his game. "Anything... What about a kiss from you? It would be the best medicine for me."

Seokjin rolled his eyes. He haven't get the chance to reply when Namjoon answered himself. "So, it's a NO? Okay I'm better back to sleep and not eat."

Namjoon positioned himself back on the matress and pulled the blanked to cover his whole body.

"Namjoon, please don't act like a baby. It doesn't suit you at all. Come on get up and have a breakfast."

"No."

"You have to eat..." Seokjin feeling conflicted. Namjoon's fever was actually no joke. The moment he touched the blonde's forehead it was like touching boiled water kettle. Burnt. "Please?"

No answer.

"Okay I will kiss you as you wish. Just get up and eat. Now."

Heard that magical words, in the speed of light Namjoon already got himself sat and open his mouth like a baby bird waiting for his mother bird to feed him.

"Good boy," Seokjin smiled and started feeding the fever guy.

Namjoon was actually have no appetite to eat at all. But he knew, he needs to eat if he wants to heal quickly. And he wants the kiss, so bad. He finished the last bite of omurice Seokjin cooked for him as he ordered the day before, and gulped the apple juice till the last drop.

Seokjin patted the younger head. "What do you want for lunch btw? Porridge or soup? You need something warm and soft to diggest easily."

"Your lips." Namjoon answered absentmindedly.

"Pardon?"

"Something warm and soft. It's your lips."

Seokjin tsk-ing the poor fever guy. "Ohh so bad. My lips are cold. As cold as Baikal lake. Then porridge for lunch and soup for dinner." He said while cleaning the tray. "I will bring you washcloth and put it on your forehead. You are burning like hell."

Seokjin seemed didn't notice the raised eyebrow from the other. And he was ready to leave when Namjoon grasped his wrist.

"Your kiss. You promised..."

Ohh. Seokjin had to put again the tray he was holding onto the table beside the bed. "Right. Sorry I forgot it." And he leaned closer to give the blonde a light peck on his cheek.

"That's it?" Namjoon dumbfounded.

"What kind of kiss you were expected Kim Namjoon?"

"A kiss! What you did just now was a poppo! Don't you know the difference between kiss and poppo?!"

"Of course I know."

"So?"

"So I gave you poppo. I don't want to risk myself and got fever from you."