Touring, Namjoon X Reader

*Tries Yoga Breathing*

... TUESDAY MORNING ...

Namjoon: "'CAUSE YOU GOT THAT - ONE THING!" I hear from the bathroom.

Slowly, I peel myself from the bed and rub my face with my hands (trying to make myself more awake). The shower stops, and I hear two thud noises as Namjoon sets out of the tub. When he emerges, his lower half is covered by a white towel which barely reaches his knees.

Namjoon: "Good morning, gorgeous!"

Me: "Eh." I groan back, not feeling in the best of shape.

Namjoon: "You OK?" Namjoon asks, rubbing his hair with a smaller towel.

Me: "Were you just singing one direction?" I ask, forgetting to answer the previous question.

Namjoon: "Uhhh..." he thinks, "Yeah. It was just in my head."

He explains, walking over to his wardrobe and starting to get changed.

Me: "Ah." I respond, not knowing how or wanting to speak further.

Namjoon: "So get out, get out, get out of my he-"

Me: "Stop!" I plead, leaning back on the bed with my head pounding.

Namjoon: "Love you."

Me: "Love you too."

Namjoon: "We're going to visit Yoongi in hospital today."

I think about the day and catch on.

Me: "Oh yeah, it's Tuesday."

Namjoon expresses our plan to leave in an hour and then starts making his way to the door.

Me: "Wait!"

He turns around immediately.

Me: "I need some help."

Namjoon: "Sure. Help with what?"

Me: "Getting ready." I answer.

Namjoon: "Okay, where are your clothes?" he asks, doing a short spin to try and find them.

I point at the bags of shopping from yesterday – there should be something suitable in there.

He comes over and picks out a green jumper-dress from one of my bags of shopping – removing the tags in preparation. Getting ready for him to dress me, I sit up and throw up my arms. Grabbing the ends and pulling upwards, he takes his shirt off me, and replaces it with the dress.

Me: "Mmmmm, a green to match how I feel: ill."

Namjoon: "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"

Me: "No thanks."

Namjoon: "What do you want for breakfast."

Me: "I don't feel like eating."

Namjoon: "I'll make you some tea and toast."

Me: "Please don't burn it."

Namjoon: "Please," He huffs, "I'm not an amateur."

... TEN MINUTES LATER ...

Namjoon comes into the room holding a plate and mug.

Namjoon: "I burnt the toast a little."

... ONE HOUR LATER ...

Me: "Thanks for breakfast, I'm feeling a lot better." I chirp to Namjoon, waiting for the woman at reception to notice us. As she rotates, I read her name badge – 'Stacey'.