he created me ᵛᵐᵒⁿ

chapter 17

¤It's our presentation and It's perfect because I made it¤

Namjoon felt something warm poke his cheek and awakening him from his drowsy sleep. He sniffled deeply into the hotel sterile pillow and rolled away from Taehyung's invasive finger.

He felt his face being poked again lulled out of sleep he opened his eyes at Tae blinking several times to address the situation. Tae looked like he had been crying, but he was sure if the younger was crying or at least making a sound he would have woken up.

"What is it Tae?" He asked reaching a stiffened arm to ruffled the top of the brown hair.

"I threw up" Tae mumbled. He buried his face into Namjoon's sleeping body because if Namjoon was sleepy enough Tae could get away with a lot of things.

Namjoon had checked off a mental checklist as to why the younger might have thrown up. The food he ate was something that he had had before. He seemed fine after riding the plane and the car ride. He might be a little jet lagged. Stress might have caused him to be sick. Namjoon rubbed the top of Tae's hair in contemplation. Had Tae worried himself sick throughout the night over something? or was he getting the flu?

"What's on your mind?" Joon decided on that approach. Tae always had a soft spot for these sort of conversations.

"Nothing really. Just a little nervous about your presentation" Tae shrugged already nestled into the crook of Joon's arm a bit uncomfortable.

"It's our presentation and It's perfect because I made it" Namjoon spoke confidently.

"But what if people don't like me?" Tae asked feeling sick again.

"They will, Tae. Everyone here is rather open minded and looking forward to this. My company made sure of that"  Namjoon glanced at the alarm clock glowing blue beside his head and sighed. He really needed to get up and do something other than sit in the hotel room all day, but he also wanted to stay like this in bed with crazy morning hair and bad breath with a sick Tae just because it made him feel a part of something.

"But that one guy cried and told everyone on TV how ugly I am," Taehyung said suddenly sitting up rigidly and darting across Namjoon's body in an attempt to get to the bathroom before his dinner exited his body.

His foot caught the blanket, hopping a few times, then collapsing on the floor and releasing the bile build up.

The heaving brought heavy tears to his eyes as he was cleaning his tummy of its contents for a second time that morning. The dry heaving was only increasing and getting worse until he felt a warm hand on his back rubbing it encouragingly.

He looked down at his mess and started to cry harder. He had vomited on the carpet.

He sat up on his knees and glanced at Namjoon who was crouched to his level and his hand never leaving the back of the younger.

"Hey," Namjoon said kindly ducking his head to look at the younger through damp eyelashes "All better now?" a soft smile played on his lips.

Instincts and random bits of knowledge from his own childhood told him how to calm down a sick person. He thanked his mother who was thousands of miles away for being such a good mom. 

"I'm sorry..." Tae hiccuped "I couldn't make it to the bathroom"

"Tae, its okay. We will just ask the front desk to clean it while we are gone and everything will be fine" He gently used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe around the youngers mouth because the vomit around his mouth was starting to gross him out. "why don't you go brush your teeth and take a shower while I get everything ready" Namjoon helped Taehyung get to his feet, cautiously stepping over the steaming puddle, and helping him into the bathroom. He shut the door after he helped Tae figure out the strange shower knobs.

Ten minutes later Tae came out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy white towel that barely covered his upper thighs. "I forgot clothes" he mumbled going to the suitcase that Namjoon had packed for him. He quickly pulled out several clothes neglecting the now loosened towel around his body.

As soon as he stood up to go back into the bathroom the towel had slipped down his still dampened body. Namjoon didn't even bat an eye as he was on the phone with somebody that was obviously making him rather irritated. He just looked back over to his own suitcase and pulled out clothes that were a bit more presentable. 

Tae was embarrassed to high heavens as he quickly covered himself and leaped over to the bathroom biting his lip. He pulled on his clothes even though he was still wet causing them to stick uncomfortably for a few moments as he arranged them.

He stepped out to see Namjoon was in the middle of the room with a different pair of pants on and shirtless. Tae sucked in a deep breath he knew that he wasn't supposed to see naked people unless you were married like the tv told him. 

Namjoon turned around and started speaking "So I was thinking today that we could stop by the convention for a little bit and check in on Jungkook before heading to a new restaurant that you wanted to go to" 

Tae starred as the elder buttoned up his shirt. Not truly comprehending what he had said but nodded for the hell of it. He had never seen Namjoon like that. It wasn't like the supermodels he had seen on tv. Joonie was softer rather than the rock hard six pack guys, which was why he was probably comfortable.

"Get your shoes" Namjoon nagged like his mother sometimes picking his way over the now chilled puddle and gathering his wallet, phone and room key. Maybe he should get Tae a phone, but then again they were never alone so there would be no point.

Taehyung slipped on his shoes using his finger to slide his heel in because he was too lazy to untie them. Namjoon had caught him doing that several times and had yelled at him about breaking his shoes, but he was too lazy and Namjoon was in a hurry to get out of the vile smelling room. God, they hoped that the smell didn't linger on them.

Namjoon stopped at the front desk to tell them that they needed a maid to clean the room ASAP before they got back. Namjoon didn't want to sleep in a foul-smelling room.

He took Tae's wrist and started dragging him out of the waiting room and through the doors outside. It was a comfortable chill one that didn't require them to wear jackets or a had to shade their faces from the sun.

As they walked along the sidewalk filled with busy people Joon's hand loosened and folded his fingers into Tae's hand to make sure they younger didn't walk off. Namjoon could just picture it Tae seeing a pretty picture or interesting thing he doesn't see often and bam he would be forever lost.

He had almost forgotten the mask that was covering Tae's face. It was one that he had had a while back in his teen years, he still used them, but not frequently. He passed them along to Tae to help hide and hopefully provide some self-confidence. He never feels comfortable around large crowds or any people besides Jungkook for that matter. He didn't even like his sister after she yelled at him.

"Where are we going again?" Tae piped up from beside Namjoon's ear.

"To the convention to see Jungkook for a minute"

"Okay" 

They walked hand in hand all the way to the convention that was conveniently only 5 blocks away.