"mr.kim. your father wants you to stay home."
"i know."
she softly closed the door, leaving him alone.
namjoon just shoved his face into his pillow, gulping hard.
he was sweating so much but he ignored it, having a lot of layers of blankets on him.
all he was wearing is a white tank top and his grey sweatpants.
and he feels like lava.
his phone kept dinging, hoseok bothering him with these type of texts:
" where are you? "
" how come you're not at school? "
" are you okay? what happened? "
" yoongi just left school "
" i think he's going to your house... "
namjoon just covered his ears with his pillow, taking a deep breath.
he's also suffering from a major headache.
and maybe a fever.
an hour later, namjoon got a knock on his door, making him squirm in the corner.
the door slowly opened, not even making a creak.
whoever entered the door, closed it behind them and slowly walked to the bed.
"namjoon?"
namjoon immediately opened his eyes.
he quickly lifted himself up from the bed, turning around to see—
"y-yoongi?"
the curtains were open so they were both to be able to see each other.
"you didn't appear at school today so, i skipped to see if you're alright."
namjoon slicked his hair back, lying back down and covered his face in the pillow.
"go away." namjoon mumbled.
"no."
"yes." he groaned, squirming. "i need to be alone."
"i'm not leaving." yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms. "you sound ill."
"i am. i have a headache and..probably a fever."
yoongi noticed how sweaty the taller looked, curling his brows at the sight.
he just sighed. "i'm helping."
yoongi got up from the edge of the bed.
