Cold [NAMJIN]

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Seokjin woke up to the sound of pebbles hitting his closed window. Sighing, he reluctantly sat up, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Jin! Yah, Kim Seokjin! Open the damn window!" Namjoon's voice boomed from the other side of the glass.

The idiot.

Opening his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness. It must have been pretty late already. And with the curtain covering his only window, not even a single ray of light entered the room.

Getting out of bed with another sigh, Jin stood up on wobbly legs and with his arms stretched out in front of him, trying to look for the light switch.

"JIN! JINNIE! YOU THERE?!

"Shut up, moron." Jin muttered under his breath which Namjoon obviously didn't hear. The next step he took unfortunately made his foot land on some scattered dirty laundry on the floor, making him stumble and fall on the slippery floor in a loud thud.

"Ouch..." Jin mumbled, his hand soothing his probably bruised butt.

"JIN?! DAMN IT KIM SEOKJIN I SWEAR I'M A SECOND AWAY FROM BREAKING YOUR GODDAMN WINDOW! LET ME IN!!!"

"Wait a damn second!" Jin answered, his voice hoarse but loud and clear enough for Namjoon to hear and understand.

Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, Namjoon smiled.

Thank god he's alive.

"You okay in there?" He asked, his worry for the older still present. He continued to fidget in his spot just before his open window, anxious to finally see Jin. It was such a waste that he had to spend nearly two hours inside the drug store trying to figure out what medicine to buy.

Things would have been so much easier if he only manned up and asked the salesperson inside but no, he was too embarrassed to do such thing. Seriously, what kind of 18-year-old doesn't know the medicine for fever and colds?

When he heard a clicking sound and some rustling, Namjoon straightened up and gripped the plastic bag in his hands tighter.

A few seconds later, the window in Seokjin's room finally opened, revealing a red-faced Jin behind it. He was still in his pajamas and looked really sweaty.

Darn it. This is so not good for my heart. But I love it so... Yeah.

"Why are you here...?" Jin asked, his voice sounding foreign to Namjoon's ears.

"I..." Namjoon gulped. He imagined hearing that voice from Jin before. He imagined hearing that voice from Jin after a night of nothing but making love and screaming and moaning. He imagined hearing that voice from Jin when he wakes up the next morning with the older beside him, smiling brightly under the sheets.

"Joonie..." Jin called out, snapping Namjoon back to reality.

"Yeah uh..." Namjoon cleared his throat and gulped some more, trying to ignore Jin's disheveled yet unbelievably seductive appearance.

Snap out of it you idiot! Focus! FOCUS!

"I brought some food and medicine since I figured you'd be alone." Namjoon finally explained.

"You mean you skipped classes just for that?" Jin asked, slightly shocked.

Namjoon just nodded, like it's not a big deal. Well, it really isn't. He's already used to doing sacrifices whenever Jin's involved. And skipping classes, is nothing.

Jin sighed, grateful but still slightly pissed. He's not a kid, for Pete's sake! He's completely capable of taking care of himself!

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." Jin said, offering Namjoon a tight-lipped smile. Namjoon tutted, his perverted desires now temporarily set aside.

"Right. You're soaked in sweat and you probably skipped lunch. I doubt you've taken medicine as well." Namjoon gave Seokjin a pointed stare, making Jin look away and blush in embarrassment.

Damn it. The guy really knows him too well.

Sighing, he finally gave up and stepped aside, allowing Namjoon to get in through his window which is only separated by half a meter to Namjoon's own window.

When his feet finally landed on the floor of Jin's room, Namjoon couldn't help but gulp. It's been years since he's been there last.

When he realized that he harbors feelings for Jin which are strong enough to make him desire the elder almost every second of every day, Namjoon took it upon himself to avoid going inside the guy's room, knowing that things won't end well if he doesn't.

Looking around, Namjoon noticed that not much changed in the rooms interior. The closet is still where he last saw it. As well as the study table, the bookshelf, the couch, the computer, the Mario shelf, the cage of sugar gliders and the bed.

The bed.

Namjoon looked away. Darn it. This seriously is a bad idea.

"Oh right, how did you know I was sick?" Seokjin asked, now rummaging through his closet to look for a change of clothes.

"Jimin. And why didn't you tell me, you idiot? I was so worried about you I couldn't concentrate during class at all! You could have at least texted if you were too lazy to call." Namjoon scolded, now plopping himself down on the couch at the foot of the bed.

Seokjin froze. Now that he thinks about it, where is his phone?

Noticing Jin's reaction, Namjoon gasped.

"Don't tell me you lost it again? We just bought it!" He exclaimed, amused.

"I didn't lose it!" Jin turned around to face Namjoon and saw the guy holding in his laughter.

"YAH KIM NAMJOON!"

Namjoon burst out in laughter, his eyes disappearing as he bent down to slap his knee, his mouth wide open in amusement. Jin pouted and rolled his eyes before huffing in annoyance.

Where IS that stupid phone?

While shuffling around his room to look for the missing object, Jin's stomach growled, interrupting Namjoon's snickering. Silence filled the room.

"You really didn't eat lunch?"

"Well..." Jin trailed off, slightly blushing as he tried to come up with an excuse. Only to be interrupted when his stomach growled once again, making his cheeks turn darker in embarrassment.

With a sigh, Namjoon stood up from his spot and grabbed the plastic bag he brought before heading for the door.

"I'll heat up the food downstairs. You on the other hand, change your clothes and freshen up. Come down in five minutes max. Got it?" Namjoon said before closing the door behind him, not even waiting for Jin's response.

When finally outside, Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief and bit his bottom lip, his mind wandering back to Jin's red cheeks.

Shit. That was seriously so cute.