"Namjoon! Wake up!"
One of my many dongsaengs groans and shoves his pillow over his head.
I sigh. "Namjoon-ah, you're going to be late. You have your appointment today."
He says something from under the pillow, but I can't understand him because the fabric muffles his statement.
I sit on the side of his bed and smack his back. "I can't hear you, Namjoon."
He throws the pillow to the side and raises his head. When he turns onto his side and peers at me through tired eyes, he repeats, "I said that's exactly why I'm not getting up."
I pull back his covers and find his closest hand. I gently grab it. "I know you don't like going to the dentist, but you have to."
He pouts like a four year old. "Why, hyung? It's just teeth! They're supposed to be there!"
"It's your wisdom teeth, and they need to get pulled." I crawl onto the bed and straddle him. "Namjoon, get up."
He covers his face with the pillow again. "No..."
"Yes!" I wrestle him for the pillow, and I eventually win, and I bring it down on his head. "Get up!"
"Okay! Fine!" He throws the pillow, and it falls onto the floor. He stares up at me for a few seconds, then, "Hyung, you have to get off of me before I can get up."
"Oh. Right." I crawl off of him and stand. "You'd better be ready in five minutes." I turn to walk out of his room, ignoring the groans he gives. Before I shut his door behind me, I hear his bed springs, telling me that he actually got up.
He's dressed in simple jeans and a gray shirt and red converse. As he steps out into the hallway, he's sliding on a black jacket. "Okay, okay. Let's get this over with."
I throw an arm around his shoulders. "That's the spirit. Now let's get going before we're late."
* * * * *
"I-I think I'm going to be sick..."
"Namjoon, it's going to be alright."
"I'm freaking out, hyung." His hands clench the sides of the dental chair he lies on. "I...I-I can't do this."
I force one of his hands to hold mine. He looks up at me. "These guys are professionals. They've been through this a million times. You're in good hands."
He nods, but his expression completely contrasts it.
"You won't even be awake, Namjoon."
Both of us turn to the door as it made a click and opens. A dentist walks inside, greeting us with a smile, and Namjoon tightens his hold on my hand in a death grip. The dentist asks me to step out so he can begin the surgery, and I give the nervous dongsaeng one last encouragement and a quick hug before leaving.
* * * * *
"Namjoon?" I ask out loud as I reenter the room.
I smile at the sight of Namjoon sleeping peacefully in the same chair I left him, eyes closed gently and mouth hanging open because of the cotton in his cheeks. I walk over and sit in the seat next to the chair before gently reaching over to take his hand again. Suddenly, he exhales deeply. His fingers curling around my hand, his eyes flutter open and he turns his head so that he faces me. Then, he breaks out into his famous wide smile. "Jiiiiiiin~" he sings and draws out my name.
