"ACHOO!"
"Bless you, Hyung."
"Shut up..." I mumbled, pressing my face into the blanket.
"Hey, you don't have to be so mean. I'm just trying to help." Hoseok set down the glass of water I asked him to pour for me. And by asked, I mean commanded. I'm not in the best mood right now.
"Shut up and go away, Hobi." I pulled the covers over my head completely, sighing heavily. "Now."
"Fine. Jeez..." I heard his soft footsteps fade. I relaxed when I heard the door shut. I'm always in a crappy mood when I'm not feeling 100%. I act out towards them when I'm sick so that they will leave me alone and won't catch whatever I have. Although the doctor claimed what I had was not contagious, I still made them stay away. I love them, but sometimes they seriously piss me off.
A knock sounded at the door. "Hyung, can I come in?"
I over exaggerated a sigh and unburied myself from the blanket. "No."
Namjoon came in anyway, smiling amusedly. "I see you're still not feeling well."
"No shit."
He just chuckled and walked further into the room. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Some vodka would be nice."
"I don't think that's best with the medication the doctor prescribed for you." He sat directly on the bed next to me.
I rolled my eyes. "Leave me alone, Namjoon."
"I can't. I gotta keep an eye on you."
"Why?"
"Doctor's orders. He said you could possibly pass out anytime." His face grew serious and his eyes worried. "If that happens, I'm instructed to watch over you in case you... um..."
"I what?" I wasn't told about this, and made me kind of mad. I don't need a babysitter.
"In case you throw up in your sleep."
The glaring gaze I shot his way softened.
"You could choke, Jin." His voice cracked when he spoke my name. He cleared his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "So, I'm staying. Whether you like it or not."
Remorse filled me. All he wanted to do was make sure nothing bad happened to me, and here I was giving him an obnoxious attitude. "Sorry."
He blinked and forced a smile. "I guess we're going to be spending a lot of time with you. What do you want to do?"
"Drink."
"Again, doctor definitely won't allow that. How about a game or something?"
A mischievous smirk appeared on my face. "You mean you want a rematch?"
He smiled the same way I did. "You're on."
For the past two weeks, with every free chance we got, we played a round of Mario Kart. So far it's 19-23 in my favor, with the winner being the first one to 30. I never let the day end with his win, and sometimes we could do as many as six matches a day. We became addicted, and he swore he would beat me.
But Mario Kart is my game, and no one beats me at my game.
I jumped to my feet to follow him out of my room. My legs shook, nearly buckling from under me. I waited for a few seconds to regain strength in my legs and continued after him.
By the time I made it to the room, Namjoon already had the game ready. He didn't turn around, but knew I was there. "What took you so long? Scared I'm going to win again?"
About to respond with the perfect retort, I opened my mouth. I immediately closed it as bile crept up my throat. I swallowed, cringing at the hot sensation it left.
When I didn't respond, he faced me. His face dropped and he rushed to my side. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked in a panic, grabbing my elbow to support me. "Jin, you're looking really pale. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Stop worrying so much. I'm fine." I think that's the millionth time I've said that these past four days. The four days I've been sick. I put on my facade. "Come on. Lets start so I can kick your ass."
Which I did.
I threw my arms up in the air. "Haha! Another win for muah! Leaving us at 19-24, me."
He dropped his controller and frowned. "It's only because you hit me with a shell right before I crossed the finish line."
"I still won. Just accept it."
He continued to pout.
I clung to his arm. "Come on, Joonie. Don't be upset. You never had a chance to start with. I don't know why you're so surprised," I teased.
"Knock it off, hyung." He playfully nudged my side with his elbow, and it triggered something deep inside of me.
Bile rose in my throat. I couldn't hold it back. I tried to spring to my feet, to make it to the bathroom or a trash can. Sadly, that didn't happen, my legs gave out, and I spewed all over the floor.
In a second, Namjoon had one hand curled around my arm and the other resting on my back. "Jin!" he cried, sounding panicked.
When I was finished and I could breathe again, I shook my head back and forth. My head throbbed, so much so I couldn't think. My arms quivered underneath my body weight. Then, Namjoon scooped me up into his arms and carried me out of the room. My stomach churned and I knew it would happen a second time.
I took the fabric of his shirt into my fist. I weakly attempted to push him away, but I was so out of it and he was strong. "Joonie...it-come..."
"What? I don't know what that means."
I fought back the grossness that tried going up my throat. I looked him in the eye. "Bathroom, Namjoon!"
His eyes widened in realization. "Oh!" He raced to the bathroom as fast as he could without dropping me. He set me down on the floor next to the toilet just as I puked. Just in time.
Namjoon kept his word and never left my side. He spoke soothing comments, phrases like "It's okay" or "I'm here". He rubbed small circles on my back and waited until I was done.
When I knew I was completely empty, I sat back, giving my knees a break from holding my weight. I curled up into a ball, tears slipping from my eyes. "I hate being sick."
"I know." He ran his fingers through my hair, and I sighed at his gentle touch. "You threw up a lot. You need to eat something."
"I don't know if I can..." After staring at my own puke for the past five minutes really made me lose my appetite.
"You can, and you're going to have to. You need something in your stomach." He reached forward to take me in his arms again.
Normally I would tell him to put me down. I'd tell him that I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own two feet. If I told him that now, I'd be lying. My legs feel sore even now as I don't stand on them. I allowed myself to be dominated and pushed my pain-filled head against his chest. "Joonie..." I whined. I could barely keep my eyes open, and it wasn't getting easier any time soon.
Namjoon obviously noticed this. "It's okay, Jin. You can sleep. You deserve it."
As he walked, he accidentally rocked me to unconsciousness.
