Open Hearts ✔️

Number Thirty

"Quit making such a fuss!" I scolded both of them.

Jungkook had placed yet another blanket on me, and tucked the covers under me for the hundredth time. Namjoon was organizing a portable tea maker on my beside table, and asking me what flavor teas I wanted.

Rolling my eyes I flopped back down on the bed. I went to let out a dramatic sigh, but instead went into another coughing fit, grabbing a tissue out of the box that was sitting next to me.

"See what you get for being a smarty pants." Namjoon scolded.

Jungkook chuckled to himself as he readjusted the new TV he had bought Namjoon for his birthday. It was mounted on our wall and had an arm that we could pull out and get really close to the end of our bed if we wanted to. He turned on RuPaul's Drag race so I could continue my marathon from the living room.

"Thank you." I let out in a pathetic breath.

"You're welcome." He smiled charmingly, as he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

I swatted at him, making him look at me confused.

"Don't kiss me, you could get sick."

"Baby, I wont get sick. I have a rock start immune system." He laughed, making Namjoon shake his head.

"Famous last words." I replied before Namjoon sat on the end of the bed.

"Do you need anything else from us before we let you rest?"

"I don't want to be alone." I mumbled; my heart heavy that I will have to be here by myself.

"You won't be alone for long. Jungkook and I are just running some errands."

I let out another sigh, suddenly tired. "I hate being sick." Pouting again I made my eyes big looking over to Namjoon.

He laughed at my animated reaction and I heard Jungkook laugh making me turn to him as well.

"You are such a baby when you're sick." He teased.

"This is nothing...the more sick she is the more pathetic and needy she gets."

"HEY!" I protested.

"I'm sorry Noona, but it's very true." Namjoon laughed kissing me on the cheek. "We won't be long. Is there anything you want while we are out?"

"Orange Juice." I smiled, knowing that it would make me feel better.

"Simply Orange?"

"Duh."

What other kind would I want? Honestly.

Jungkook kissed the back of my hand, and I wanted so badly to pull them both into me and kiss them deeply, but I knew I couldn't until I wasn't sick anymore, so I resisted.

Namjoon kissed me on my shoulder one more time before the two of them made their way out the door. I slumped back into the bed, turning to the TV but my eyelids became even heavier now that the room was quiet.

The last thing I remember hearing is the front door closing from down stairs.

NAMJOON POV

"She is so cute when she's needy like that."

"Deadly. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten sick because I can't keep my hands to myself."

"Well now you have another outlet until she is feeling better." He winked at me.

I could feel myself blush, but I contained my cool, raising my eyebrow. "You are also awfully tempting." I said, dragging a finger down his torned chest and stomach. My eyes were glued to his lips as he smirked, but I knew if I didn't keep my cool then we would never get the orange juice. I withdrew my hand and let out a deep breath. "You two are just not fair."