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I felt bad for Jungkook too, of course, the poor boy got scared out of his wits, but that didn't make me mad at Namjoon at all. He didn't even realize he was doing it, and it's probably so hard to be a human surrounded by fairies in a place like this. I sighed quietly and locked my hands around the back of his neck, sliding off his chest. I placed my hands on his bulging pecks, leaning my forehead against my own hands.

We sure were passionate for a couple that just started dating a few days ago, but I didn't mind. We liked each other way before that too. Of course, I can't help but worry sometimes about us dating, but I really want us to last until he dies. I've been trying to find ways to turn a human into a fairy, but I just can't find anything. I'm pretty skilled with concoctions, but I don't think there's one to change species.

My grip on his chest slackened when Namjoon moved a little in his sleep, hugging my waist and pulling me right against him. Sometimes he acted as if I were his teddy bear, and I loved it. I cooed and kissed Namjoon's forehead before snuggling back into his chest and closing my eyes, soon joining him in dreamland.

~The next morning~

I woke up to a rather dark morning, meaning the Lightning Clan was still upset about something, but at least it wasn't raining. Namjoon was still asleep, loud snores escaping from his lips.

I wiped away a tiny trail of drool that trailed out of his open mouth, smiling. He still had a death grip on my waist, but I didn't mind since I had no intentions of getting up anyways. Direrock was so dead nowadays, I rarely had anything to do. It's not as if I complained, the more time I have to spend with Namjoon, the better.

I put my hand to his forehead, which was warmer than usual. His nose and eyes looked pretty red too, and it was concerning. I shook his shoulders gently to wake him up.

"Namjoon?" I whispered. "You don't look too well."

"Hm?" Namjoon sniffled, wiping his eyes. "Man, I feel like shit. I think I'm sick, baby."

"Sick?"

"Something that happens to humans, it sucks," Namjoon murmured. He tried to get up, but stumbled, as if he were dizzy.

I quickly got to my feet to steady him, feeling bad that I couldn't help him since I didn't know what "sick" was. I can tell it's bad, but I don't know what to do.

"What's sick?" I asked. 

"It's, ah-" he paused and made a weird nose, ducking his head into his inner elbow, wiping his nose before continuing again. "It's like when your immune system is poor, when someone falls ill."

I knew the word ill. "Oh," I breathed. "Erm, do you need Genezen?"

"What's that?"

"It's what I used to heal your wounds the night I brought you here," I explained.

"Maybe," Namjoon murmured. "Is it drinkable?"

"Oh, you need something drinkable!" I exclaimed. "Hold on, you need Frigus."

I didn't see the confused look on his face before rushing to grab my mini hipflask that I used for potions, including Frigus. Fairies couldn't get sick naturally, so this was for getting sick unnaturally, but it should work the same way.

 I hurried back to my poor boyfriend, taking him over to our bed to lie down. "Try to stay awake," I whispered, watching his droopy eyes. He nodded and snapped his eyes open.

I smiled affectionately before digging the hipflask out of my pocket, opening it up for Namjoon. I reassured him that it's clean before bringing it to his lips, watching him drink it.

Almost immediately, his body fell from its tense state and melted into the bed, an almost drunken look washing over his face. I hoped it wasn't too strong for a human, it was a potion made for fairies, after all.

"How's it feel?" I asked, running my hand over his smooth forehead.

"Great," Namjoon smiled lopsidedly, his eyelids falling heavily over his eyes.

"That's good," I whispered, crawling under the blankets with him. Namjoon placed a hand on my chest to stop my movements.

"You'll get sick, baby," he croaked.

"Don't worry, fairies don't get naturally sick," I reassured, swatting his hand away gently to continue wiggling under the covers.

"It's okay if you don't want to stay here," Namjoon whispered. "Being sick is a pain in the ass, you don't need to take care of me."

I pressed a sweet kiss to his nose before replying. "I know I don't need to take care of you. I want to. That's all I've ever wanted."