They're both 18, and live with their parents until after graduation.
Seokjin POV
I take a look at myself in the mirror, as I prepare for my date. Namjoon and I have been planning this for months, and we're both extremely excited. My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Jin? Baby, I'm sorry but I have to cancel." Namjoon says. My heart falters a bit, but he sounds so sick. "I'm not...feeling well at all."
"Aww, Joonie." I frown. "That's okay. We can always reschedule."
"I feel bad." He says, before breaking into a coughing fit.
"Don't feel bad, Joon." I say. "You're sick, you need rest."
"You're not mad?" He asks.
"No, baby I'm not mad." I say. "It's okay, really. I love you."
"Love you too, Jinnie." He sniffles, ending the call shortly after. I immediately slide my shoes on, and grab my keys. My Namjoonie needs to be cared for, and I'll be the one to do it.
I walk into the store, grabbing all of the ingredients I'll need for his favorite food. I also grab his favorite candies, a few drinks, and even a Ryan plushie. Of course I have to stop and grab a movie for him. One he's been wanting to see for ages.
"Seokjin-ah? Namjoon is sick, he said he cancelled." Namjoon's Eomma says.
"Oh, he did. I couldn't let him be sick alone, so I bought a few things. You can rest if you'd like." I smile slightly, as she invites me inside.
"Honey, I could've bought all of this!" She sighs. She must feel guilty.
"Don't worry about it, Mrs. Kim. I thought Joonie-ah would want his favorite meal. You can cook it, if it would make you feel better." I say.
"I'll get started then." She smiles. I take the bag of items upstairs, gently knocking on his open door. Namjoon turns toward me, his eyes widening.
"Angel, what are you doing here?" He asks. "I'm sick, I could get you sick too."
"So? You need cuddles, and a nap. I brought you some stuff." I smile, holding the bag out to him. He takes the bag, and opens it.
"Aww, Jinnie." He says, pulling the Ryan plushie out of the bag. He places the candies and drinks beside his bed, starting to tear up. Namjoon is sensitive when he's sick, so he cries over every little thing.
"Oh, baby don't cry." I coo, kissing his tears away. "I just wanted you to be happy, even if you're sick."
"I-I am happy." He wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles his face into my shoulder. He may be the dominant one in the relationship, but when he's sick he's really clingy and cute.
"Don't get your snot all over me." I giggle. I place a pack of tissues in his hand.
"Stop being mean." He pouts, blowing his nose.
"I'm not being mean. Let's watch the movie, and cuddle to Mae you feel better. Your Eomma is cooking your favorite food."
"Really?!" He grins.
"Really." I kiss his forehead. "Now, lay down and rest."
