It's now late and you were waiting for Namjoon to go back from work.
Namjoon: hey baby, I'm back! The traffic's sucks. They we're yelling bad stuffs. Glad thing I didn't pop my head off.
Namjoon couldn't find you in the living room. So, he went to the bedroom to check up.
Namjoon: baby?
*mumbling to himself* Namjoon: where is she? She usually lay here on the couch while waiting for me. Now, the couch is empty, the kitchen is dark, and everything is clean and put together.. where is she?
Namjoon: babe? Are you in there?
He pushed the door and found you laying on the bed with stuffy nose, blankets wrapped around you, and used tissues all over the place.
Namjoon: oh baby.. you are sick..
Namjoon walked towards the bed.
Namjoon: why didn't you tell me so I can come home early?
You: I'm fine. I was just taking a nap.
Namjoone: Fine? Seriously? You're a sick mess.
You: This just kicked in a few hours ago. I can totally take care of myself.
You got out of your bed. But Namjoon put you back down.
Namjoon: darling.. you need to get off your feet. You're sick and you have to admit it. Here... lemme.. lay you down.. and lemme take care of you for a bit.
You: I'm fine.. ha-ha-hatchii!!
You sneezed. Namjoon quickly took a piece of tissue and give it to you.
Namjoon: see? Told you.
You: *sniff* well.. maybe I'm just a little sick..
Namjoon pat your head and pulled you into a hug.
Namjoon: you ARE sick. Now, why don't you just lay down, and I'll go get you your medicine.
You: okay..
You laid down and wrapped yourself in your blanket once again. You're not used to this feeling of being taken care. You always do stuffs for yourself. But since Namjoon came in to your life, you changed. You started to trust people. You became open to the world. And for once, you finally have something to lay your head on to.
Namjoon: here's your medicine, here's your pain killer, here's your water, and here's your living teddy bear, and ready to pamper the living hell out of you.
You smiled. You drank your medicine slowly.
Namjoon: let me change first before I join you in the bed.
Namjoon walked to the wardrobe and changed in to his silky pajamas. You used to feel frisky if he wear the pajamas. His chest was exposed. It made you blushed.
Namjoon: what are you looking at?
You: umm.. nothing
You turned your head away, still flustered. He knows what's on your mind. He's now smirking with his nasty mind behind you. But he knows that this is not the right time to feel that way. So, he climbed the bed and pulled you in close.
You: don't get to close to me. You'll get sick too.
Namjoon: well, if I get sick, then you have to take care of me~
You: no way! I'll let you die alone.
Namjoon: will you?
He flashes you with a smirk that showed his dimples.
You: ... well.. at least don't get super close.
Namjoon: I will babe.. stop worrying about myself, think about your cute self a bit.
Namjoon stroke your back while you slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms. The medicine started to kicked in. You felt your eyes were getting heavier every stroke he gave you. His hand is so big and strong, yet so delicate.
Namjoon: slowly drifting off to sleep?
You burried your face in his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head softly.
Namjoon: sleep tight, darling..
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WHAT? 2 UPLOADS IN A DAY??
Yeah!! I guess I'd spent my recess writing a new chapter because you guys are fucking rock!
