namjoon
when you are sick
You had the flu and were feeling like utter shit. A stinging headache in combination with a fever and stomach cramps were keeping you awake all night. The worst thing was that you were all alone. Your boyfriend Namjoon had a show in Busan and was only returning home the next day. He had no idea in what state you were in. You didn't want to worry him, so you tried your best to take care of yourself.
Taking some medicine, you went straight to bed and tried to sleep it off. But it only got worse in the night, your cramps waking you up in the middle of the night. You felt nauseous and like you could throw up any second. Tears were slipping your eyes due to the intense cramps.
Crawling out of bed you walked to the bathroom, dropping on your knees in front of the toilet as you waited to throw up any second. You knew you would feel better once you did, but you just couldn't. Feeling exhausted, you closed your eyes, balling your hands to fists as you tried to deal with the pain.
"Baby?" you suddenly heard Namjoon's soft voice behind you.
"Joon? What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Busan" you croaked, surprised but even more relieved.
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you sick?" he asked, slumping down on the floor next to you. He took you in his arms, stroking your messy hair.
"I just had a bad feeling and wanted to return home as soon as possible and as we can see, turns out my gut feeling was right."
"Joon I feel so bad" you cried into his chest, your whole body shivering. Namjoon's worry grew, as he held your head against his chest and placed reassuring kisses on your hair.
"I am here baby, you will be fine" he cooed, "Do you want me to take you to the doctor's?"
Shaking your head no, you declined his offer.
"It's just the flu" you said. When your cramps intensified, you gripped onto Namjoon's shirt, whining.
"Baby, I don't like the way you look. I am worried, let me take you to see a doctor" he pleaded, trying to look at your face. But you just buried your head in the crook of his neck, hiding your face from him.
"It will pass" you reassured, "I don't have the energy to get up."
"Don't we have medicine at home?" he wondered out loud.
Before you could answer, you felt bile coming up your throat. In an instant you pulled away from Namjoon and clutched onto the toilet seat as you finally threw up. Namjoon quickly held your hair back, rubbing your back. Once you finished, you felt completely exhausted. But at least the cramps stopped and you felt a little relief.
"Babe, are you feeling better now?" Namjoon asked, flushing the toilet. You felt embarrassed that he had to see that, but you literally couldn't move a muscle. He lifted you up from the cold floor and sat you down on the counter top.
"We will clean you up now and then you can rest in bed, okay love?" he smiled softly, caressing your cheek. You felt tears well up in your eyes at how loving and tender Namjoon handled the situation. He hadn't even grimaced, seeing you puke in front of him. First he helped you flush your mouth with water, then he brushed your teeth, washed your face and hands. He wanted you to feel clean and comfortable, knowing how dirty one could feel when sick. Taking his time, he made sure to be extra gentle.
"Okay, now let's change you into clean pajamas" he said, kissing your forehead. Lifting you up once again, he carried you to your bedroom. Pulling your pajama pants down and taking off your shirt, he gently ran his fingers up and down the side of your thighs, looking up at you from his knelt down position on the floor.
"I am so glad I came back home" he sighed.
"Me too" you said, caressing his cheek.
He left a couple kisses on your thighs. But it was only meant as a harmless innocent gesture that was supposed to comfort you. Namjoon was a whole entire gentleman. You once again were reminded how lucky you were to have him.
Once again he proved to you that he truly loved you and deeply cared for you. Your heart felt so full of love, that it was hard not cry.
Casually slipping off his white shirt, he pulled it over your head, dressing you in his shirt. You smiled at him, watching him with loving eyes.
"I know you like to sleep in my shirts" he smiled back, booping your nose.
"I love your scent" you admitted, "It calms me down, makes me feel home."
Namjoon's dimples showed as he smiled softly and kissed your thigh once again, before he got up and quickly changed into his pajamas.
"Do you want some tea to soothe your upset stomach or some water?" he then asked. Shaking your head no, you crawled underneath the duvet.
"I just want to sleep" you yawned, feeling drowsy. Namjoon turned off the lights and crawled into bed next to you. Your feet were ice-cold, so as soon as Namjoon got into bed, you tangled your feet with his.
"Aishh (y/n)" he whined, chuckling lightly, "Your feet are killing me. They are always so cold."
"I am sorry" you hummed into his chest, "But your feet are always so warm."
"It's okay baby" he kissed the top of your head, "As long as you are comfortable and cozy, I don't mind."
"Namjoon sing to me" you mumbled, eyes closed. Your boyfriend cackled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer into his chest.
"Babe you won't be able to fall asleep to my absolute terrible singing voice" he said, stroking your hair.
"Then talk to me" you responded, "I want to listen to your voice."
Namjoon could have melted then and there with you in his arms, your tiny fists holding onto his shirt and your face nuzzled against his chest. As per usual you had one leg over his, tangling yourself with his body. He loved how you always clutched onto him like a koala every night. Before you, he had trouble falling asleep.
It needed to be completely dark and silent, neither too hot or too cold for him to be able to fall asleep. But now he only needed to have you in his arms. Your hot breath against his skin, your cold feet tangled with his, the sound of your breathing was all he needed. It was like a lullaby to him, so soothing and calming.
"Okay baby, I will tell you about my day until you fall asleep, does that sound good?" he suggested, rubbing the bare skin of your thigh that was over his legs. You were already so tired that you only merely nodded your head. Namjoon began telling you all about his day in a soft tone, drawing circles on your thigh until you were sound asleep.
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