Stella let out a gentle sigh as she stared at her laptop, hearing the glitching music play from it. She scowled as another idea flopped in her head as she tried to write, but failed. The girl felt horrible and uninspired. She despised this feeling.
She read her text messages from Namjoon yesterday as she smiled at their past words, mainly made of Namjoon telling her poems he thought of for her and she sent heart emojis in return.
She decided to text him.
Hey Joon.
She got a response almost immediately.
You're sick, get off your phone.
Stella protested, hoping to convince her boyfriend that she was fine.
(Sure, Joon only has a few working brain cells, but he isn't that stupid... sometimes.)
He refused her protests, but the author was too lazy to retype the conversation because a bitch is tired and wants to sleep a lot. Like, hibernate.
As soon as Stella had read her idiot boyfriend's last message, she heard three knocks on her door, signaling that he was there. 'Why does he never warn me when he's coming over..?' she thought.
She got up, stretched, and opened the door to reveal Namjoon, wearing a loose shirt and some sweatpants.
"Don't mind my outfit," he spoke gently to the girl in front of him, "I wanted to be comfortable when I came to take care of you."
As he finished that sentence, he held his hands out and showed her a bag full of items. "I also brought these to help!" he spoke happily, a gentle smile on his lips, showing off his smol dimples.
Namjoon handed her the bag, not waiting for a response as he walked right in, gently moving her to the side so he could enter.
Namjoon doesn't follow rules, just like Seokjin.
(When Jin said "chicken" I felt that-)
Behind Namjoon was her friend Justina, because Jungkook got them a few tickets to Wales. Justina wasn't about to miss up an opportunity to meet one of her favorite people, so she eagerly accepted Jungkook's gift when he brought it up.
Namjoon wanted to go, too. He wouldn't stop complaining as he tried to sing Dream Glow to annoy Jungkook enough to get him a ticket as well.
Justina shoved her way past Namjoon, "Move, onion man. Lemme hug my best friend-" she spoke, jumping towards Stella to embrace her friend in a tight, rib-crushing hug. "Jungkook wouldn't shut up on the way here, oh my god- he kept making sure you weren't a boy and that I wasn't cheating. He should know by now that my crushes are fictional.." she grumbled.
Jungkook just leaned over and smacked his idiotic girlfriend upside the head, "Shut up, shortie."
"That's height-cist. I get it, you're a tree with legs and I'm a bush, but there's no need to get so personal, shit."
Namjoon decided he had heard enough, and smacked both of them on their heads. "This isn't about you two idiots, we're here for Stella. Well, I am."
"So am I, you ass chicken!" Justina protested as she rubbed the top of her head.
Namjoon just sighed at her and took Stella's hand, "You can look inside of the bag if you'd like. It's just a bunch of get well soon gifts, honestly.." Namjoon scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, shying away from her gaze as he looked towards the ground.
Stella just nodded to him, "Well, I'm glad at least you were able to do something to help, unlike Justinakook.. I'm pretty sure they both share a dead brain cell sometimes."
"Trust me, we do," Jungkook spoke up, "Of course, the brain cell was killed by Justina."
"You smacked your nose on the ground during a performance-"
"Shut up-"
Stella looked at Namjoon, silently asking for an explanation. Namjoon just shrugged as if to say "trust me, I wish I knew."
"Well, you two have fun hangin' out!" Justina spoke, holding Jungkook by the ear, "We're gonna go get smoothies. Well, he's gonna buy me a smoothie. He's like my sugar dadd-"
"Justina, shut up. Please."
"Okay- well, bye anyways!" She snickered, dragging Jungkook out of her friend's house. Jungkook was lowkey whispering "help me", but Namjoon and Stella just decided to ignore his cries for help. It ain't their business.
Stella glanced up to Namjoon, then back down to the bag in her hands. Stella quietly asked, "Why is the bag so heavy?"
"Isn't it obvious? I got a bunch of gifts," Namjoon responded to her with a small smile.
Stella sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting her face in his chest for a moment. "You spoil me and I don't know how to react. I am forever in your debt. You are the ice to my fire, the sea to my crab."
"Okay Todoroki, just open your gifts," Namjoon snickered.
Stella nodded quietly and followed his order. She peeked inside of the bag, seeing a black jacket as the first item. She reached into the bag and took it out, looking at the front.
This motherfucker got her Todoroki merch.
'Namjoon > any man,' Stella thought.
Stella gently held the pullover jacket to her chest, picking the rest of the items out of the bag. Namjoon had given her every version of Love Yourself: Answer. S, E, L, and F were all there. "I had to beg to get my photocards in there. I hope you don't mind not getting any Jimin ones-" Namjoon mumbled.
Stella set her gifts down, quickly jumping up and wrapping her arms around Namjoon.
The Korean let out a small yelp of surprise as he held her tightly, refusing to let her go. "So, I'm assuming you liked the gifts?" he asked her.
"Like them? Joon, I love them, and I love you. Thank you so much," She sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck as she reveled in his embrace.
Namjoon felt his face flush with heat at her words. "O-oh, god- I.. I love you too!" He stuttered, not used to this sort of attention and praise. "It was honestly nothing, I just wanted to help you feel better. Though, Justina might ask to see the pages of Jungkook in each album," He muttered.
Stella sighed, "As long as I get to stay with you, she can look at them all she likes."
Namjoon was once again a blushing and stuttering mess.
He also tried to make Stella some soup to help her feel better.
He nearly burned down the house.
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OKAY- THIS IS LIKE,, TWO OR THREE WEEKS LATE AND I AM SO SORRY-
I started writing this when you first told me you had no motivation because you felt sick, so i tried to finish this, but me being sick and unmotivated myself, i never did ifbkdsflbkfdjbkdsl I'm sorry
