«Dr. Kim, Don't Fear Me» [K.n.j & K.s.j]

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Namjoon began to wonder what type of tests that man was running on Seokjin, because normally, a regular doctor would just send their patients home with a prescription of iron pills. But since Seokjin already had them, this made Namjoon feel curious as to what the doctor needed from him and why it was taking them so long.

"He said five to ten minutes, It's almost been an hour..." He saw Seokjin walking towards him. This made Namjoon forget all about his worries.

"He's good to go. Take care, Seokjin." The friendly looking doctor smiled at the two before heading back to his office. Namjoon smiled back, but Seokjin didn't.

"How do you feel?" Seokjin cocked his head up at the doctor and just nodded. Namjoon placed his arm around the man and walked out of the hospital.

"You are a hero, Seokjin. Thank you for helping my brother... I know you don't enjoy being around him anymore. And believe me, I don't either. But sincerely, thank you." Namjoon thanked the man while he started the ignition of his car.

Seokjin nodded once again, and kept himself quiet throughout the entire drive back to the apartment.

Namjoon unlocked the door, placing his keys inside of his jacket. He didn't realize when the man had already gotten inside of the house, as he was busy putting his shoes in the entrance. He jiggled his keys inside of his pocket and put them away.

"Hey, Seokjin? Where are you going?" The man almost passed by him from how fast he was walking. Namjoon stood there next to him, raising an eyebrow.

"To brush my teeth." That comment of his made Namjoon giggle.

"But you haven't eaten anything yet. Why are you going to brush your teeth?" Seokjin just
stared at Namjoon.

"My throat hurts from the breathing tube. And I want to get the taste of anesthesia out of my mouth." His legs were going weak from how dizzy he felt. Namjoon was able to catch Seokjin in the air.

"You can brush them tomorrow when the effect of the anesthesia wears off. I don't want you to fall and get hurt again, my love." He pecked Seokjin on the lips while helping the man get upstairs.

~two days later~

It's been two days since Seokjin and Joowon's blood transfusion. Joowon was doing better
even though he was still in jail after being discharged from the hospital. Now he is under a stronger security watch. Seokjin however, his mood hasn't changed since that day.

He's only gotten stranger. Namjoon notices how the man avoids kissing him in the mouth
at all times, how he constantly keeps brushing his teeth in between each meal, if not more times than that, and that he just wants to be alone lately.

Namjoon thought that his throat was still unwell from the breathing tube, it must have injured his throat a lot for him to be acting this way. So the doctor thought that it would be a good idea to give Seokjin a sweet treat to help cure his sore throat: Ice cream.

"Seokjin, I bought you these popsicles to help ease your sore throat, sweetheart. Here, have one."

"Thank you." Seokjin took the popsicle in his hand, thanking the doctor. Namjoon unwrapped his and started to enjoy the taste of the fruity popsicle, alongside Seokjin.

Everything seemed to be going so well. They were just watching TV, relaxed on the couch.

Seokjin was lying down in Namjoon's arms enjoying his ice cream when he saw that the ice cream was starting to melt and drip out of his mouth and onto his hands. It tasted delicious, but the man started to gag.

His eyes were watering from the same gag-reflexes. He excused himself to make his way to the bathroom.

"Seokjin, are you okay!" Namjoon yelled from the living room. When he heard noises from the bathroom, he went to see if the man was okay.

The bathroom door was closed, but not locked. He didn't want to barge in, but he heard Seokjin throwing up and got worried. It wasn't the first time he had done this. Yesterday when he had gotten corn dogs with cheese for him and the man to snack on, the cheese was melting halfway and Seokjin started to gag, then out of nowhere, he got up and ran to the bathroom.

Namjoon didn't hear him throwing up, so he thought that he just had to use the toilet or something, but now that he was seeing the man hunched over the toilet bowl meant that Seokjin was feeling sick.

He rushed to his side, leaning next to him and rubbing his back to comfort him while he finished.

"What happened?" The doctor cautiously asked. Seokjin didn't respond to him, he just looked at him.

"Maybe you got a virus in the hospital when you were in the recovery room. I think we should go back today in case you start to feel worse." But Seokjin disagreed.

"No. Don't. That really isn't necessary, sir." It was almost as if the man was silently screaming at Namjoon to not take him back to the hospital. Namjoon helped him stand up from the floor and gave him a glass of water for him to hydrate himself and restore the amount of liquid he wasted when throwing up.

Seokjin's hands were shaking as he tried to grab the glass of water. He nearly spilled it all over himself.

"Seokjin, I've noticed that you usually gag or throw up when you're eating. I highly doubt that the cause of your queasiness is because of the breathing tube, since most patients usually recover after a few days and are able to eat just fine. I have a feeling that you have something else." Seokjin gulped, and Namjoon knew for sure that something else was wrong with him.

"Do you have a urine infection?" His questions were a little invasive and TMI, but he was a doctor and he needed to know what was bothering his patients. Especially if it was Seokjin.

Seokjin lowered his head.

"Seokjin, let me ask you something," The doctor folded his hands together, placing them on the table. "What type of tests did the doctor preform on you?" Seokjin answered the basics, such as, the doctor listened to his heartbeat with his stethoscope, the doctor checked his blood pressure, his temperature, he checked his eyesight, ect.

"Oh, alright then. Your throat must be sensitive because of the anesthesia, and because of the breathing tube then." The doctor said, not asking any further questions. He felt very relieved in knowing what happened to Seokjin in the recovery room.

"Yeah, it was probably because of him." The man mindlessly blurted out loud, acting normal.

"Him?" Namjoon saw Seokjin stand up from the table.

"The breathing tube, I mean." He turned his face away when Namjoon got near him.

"You said him." The man slowly retreated from the table but Namjoon wouldn't allow him to leave until he found out what was wrong with him.

"Tell me the truth, Seokjin. What really happened in the recovery room..."