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"I hate you, Jin-hyung."
I gasp and do my absolute best not to smack him. "Yah! I warned you I may have been contagious!"
Namjoon sneezes. After grabbing his hundredth tissue and blowing his nose, he says in a raspy voice, "B-But the doctor said...you weren't." He tugs the blanket around his shoulders tighter.
I respond, "Yes, but later he called and said there was a possibility that I was." I walk over and hand him a bowl of soup. "Now stop talking." I move over to the pot of soup and stir it. "It's bad for your throat. The only time your mouth should be open is if you're eating."
He gives me a few nods and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Thank y-"
I glare at him. "No talking." A few seconds later, I add, "You're welcome."
By the time I pack the rest of the soup in a container and put it in the fridge, Namjoon finishes, and he stands and moves in the direction of the sink.
I block his way. "Oh no you don't." I take the bowl away from him. "I'll take care of this. You go lie down."
"Hyung, I-"
"No. You need to rest." I point toward the stairs. "Go." I lower my arm and turn to the sink. I tell him, "You should probably use my bed since those germs are already all over my room," as I wash the bowl.
I don't receive an answer, and I think he's just gone upstairs as I said. Soon, I feel a body pressed against mine. I freeze. My sick dongsaeng leans against my back, moaning a little bit at how unwell he feels. He mumbles, "Thank you, Jin-hyung. I don't know what I'd do without you."
My stomach flutters when his arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes gently. I bite my lip to keep from smiling too big. "I'll always be here for you, Namjoon."
He leaves, and automatically I miss the heat he took with him. That feeling was so comfortable, so warm. I desire more of it, but before I can even think properly he had disappeared from my sight.
I sigh. What is happening?
As I finish the rest of the dishes, my mind begins to wander. Why am I suddenly so self-conscious around Namjoon? I've known him for years; we're best friends. Since debut, with his being the leader and my being the oldest, we were almost forced to work together.
Is there any chance we could become something else? Or...something more?
Why oh why am I thinking about this now?
I finish up cleaning all of the dishes that needed to be done. I have nothing better to do. The maknae line wanted to go shopping (but according to them they "needed" to); they've been gone for the past hour, and I expect that they won't be home for a while. Yoongi finished producing a song ten minutes ago, and my guess is that he's down for a nap. Hoseok is...well, I don't know where he is, now that I think about it.
Ironically, my phone beeps. Hoseok's name pops onto the screen, along with the following text: Still practicing, Jin-hyung. I'll be home in an hour. Promise. ;)
I roll my eyes. That kid works too hard sometimes... Part of me wants to text him back, to tell him to come home now so that he can get some rest. I soon realize that there's no point in doing so, as I already know he won't listen.
