"Feeling any better?" Namjoon asks his boyfriend, lowering his petite frame into the tub which he had previously filled to the brim with lukewarm water.
Jimin nodded against his chest, a wistful smile gracing his lips as his back came in contact first with the water, instantly appreciating how rapidly the warmth of the water got to work by soothing his previously tensed muscles.
"I'm sorry__" Namjoon began with a sincere apology, reaching towards the shelf on his right to grab the wash clothe and the olive induced shower gel. "Maybe this was a terrible idea from the onset, I never should have recommended Jungkook for the job, I was only trying to help out a friend you know" he sighed, already lathering up the washclothe with the right quantity of soap.
Sternly shaking his head in disapproval, Jimin didn't seem to agree with the love of his life. "It's not your fault Joonie, because thinking back to it now, we were actually very wrong to have kept him in the dark for so long, considering how important the information was in helping to understand and properly care for Seokjin. I also believe non of this would have happened in the first place if we had just been a lot more transparent from the beginning"
Although true without a doubt, Namjoon still couldn't stop himself from whipping his conscience with the rod of guilt. Because he was clearly aware that whenever Seokjin attempted to hurt himself in any way, it also affected Jimin's health just as much. It had always been so, and nobody knew the exact reason as to why really, considering how both men were two very different individuals with equally varying interests too. Although sometimes, Namjoon could faintly pin point it to the theory that it may be because both Jimin and Seokjin had practically grew up together at the mansion and shared in each-others pain in the past.
"It's not your fault either, I know you and grandma still sometimes blame yourselves for his unfortunate abduction in the past, but I want you to know that it was really non of your faults okay? It's just that sometimes in our lives, wretched and luckless things that are way beyond our control just seem to happen to us out of the blue, leaving us at a cross road with no idea of how to survive nor push passed it. However, that doesn't mean we are supposed to allow whatever it is consume us and take away our right to happiness okay?" Namjoon explained, expectantly staring at his boyfriend while gently dragging the washcloth over the crescent moon ink on his neck.
Jimin said nothing but hum in shear satisfaction, allowing himself be pampered to his heart content until he was able to get back on his feet.
Namjoon alternated between soft and semi hard scrubs until his boyfriend was thoroughly clean, then proceeded to rinse off each tiny bubble of soap residues, before turning off the hand faucet and reaching for a towel. Assisting Jimin up to his feet in the tub, he wraps the towel around his petite frame and hauled him into his arms, heading for the bedroom.
"Make sure you do nothing, and by nothing I mean absolutely nothing got it? I'll pick up some groceries on my way back from Seokjin's and make us dinner alright?"
Jimin nods yet again, trying his best to adhere to the instruction, as the man gently sets him down on the edge of the bed.
"Joon?"
"Yes, my baby?"
"Do you mind stopping by at Hoseok's place on your way to Seokjin's?"
Namjoon's brows instantly furrows into messy lines of confusion, while starring at his boyfriend. "Why? Hoseok hates my guts"
"Well, for the record, Hoseok hates everyones guts actually" Jimin joked, causing both of them to let out a few series of giggles.
"No, but seriously why would you ask me to do that? Is there a problem?"
Jimin shook his head, then says, "I did promise Dali the last time that I'd come by the house to take her with me on my way to visit Seokjin, and she immediately felt ecstatic, going on and on about how she couldn't wait to see her father too. But now that I'm sick, I wouldn't be able to take her there, and i absolutely do not want to disappoint that little angel, she doesn't deserve that"
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"You did a terrible job, but I guess I'll have to make do with it, considering how prohibited I am from using my hand for now" Seokjin complained nonstop, staring into the mirror with disdain at how poorly Jungkook styled his usually perfect hair.
"What did I even do now? You look great as always, and I honestly was expecting a Jungkook thank you, rather than a complaint" Jungkook whined, neatly tucking away the hair dryer and styling brushes.
Jungkook's statement causes Seokjin to frown even deeper, "you call this great?" He yowls loudly, "There's no way in hell this looks great, I downright look like a triangle gimbap!"
Jungkook scoffed, then swallowed, snorted and also swallowed, before bursting into laughter, unable to hold himself back. Apparently whining Seokjin was such a sight to behold, "Yah! Sir Seokjin I bet there's no one out there in the entire world, that you would show this hairstyle to that wouldn't say you look dazzling_I swear"
"Oh really?" Seokjin inquires with a sneer, to which Jungkook nodded rather smugly, enjoying the boys misery a little too much.
"Well then, you're fired!" Seokjin declared as he stood to his feet and marched towards his neatly layered bed, plopping himself down on it with a scowl on his face.
Chuckling from where he stood, Jungkook took a rather long and very observing look at the whining boy, different kinds of probing questions already swarming about in his hazy mind. Some of which included how on earth Seokjin's father had the cruelest of heart to have hurt the boy in such demeaning ways in which he did. Jungkook admits, Seokjin is not an easy person to deal with, infact the boy was clearly far from easy, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder in what direction his entire life would have been headed if he hadn't already been subjected to so much while growing up.
Eventually dragging his feet towards the bed, Jungkook knelt in front of Seokjin, who was rather quick to jump up to a sitting position. Startled as to why his caregiver was kneeled in front of him.
"What? What do you want now?" Seokjin questions, inquisitively starring at Jungkook.
Jungkook, flashes him a small smile before saying. "Did I make you mad just now? I'm really sorry if I did, it wasn't my intention. And to prove it to you, tell me whatever it is that you'd like to have as desert, and I'll make"
"Huh? Now you're really trying to kill me without a doubt. Because I literally just ate a few minutes ago, and now you still want to make me deserts? Ha ha, ain't no way in hell you're outsmarting me young man!"
"Agreed, and I'm certainly not trying to outsmart you, I only want to make you something I think you'll like, maybe also with whipped cream included"
"You're scarring me__" Seokjin groans out frustratingly, gradually scooting backwards towards the middle of the bed. "Why are you being so nice to me? It's fucking freaking me out"
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"This is so unnecessary and you know it" Seokjin grumbled, his legs swinging back and forth on the stool Jungkook made him sit on, while he rummaged through the pantry to gather all of the ingredients needed to bake cupcakes.
With his back turned to Seokjin, Jungkook only hummed in response to his protest, pulling out a bag of flour from underneath one of the cupboards.
"I really want to bake you some cupcakes because I'm a pro at it, and all I'm asking from you is your company, nothing more. So, can you please just sit still and watch me while i work, atleast that way it'll be easier for you to know that I'm definitely not trying to poison you" Jungkook says, his hands coming up to rest above his hips while starring down at the very uninterested boy.
Just then, the front door swings open, ushering in a very excited Dali, who was dashing straight towards the living room.
"Appa! Appa where are you?" She yells at the top of her voice.
Jungkook wasted no time and ditching the mixer in his hand, practically skipping towards the echoing voice. "Dali?"
"Appa!" Dali beams with overflowing excitement, leaping off the floor and into her fathers strong arms. Who in turn was quick to wrap her in a bear like hug, he'd missed her so much.
"What are you doing here? Who'd you come with?"
"Uncle Joonie" She exclaims, pointing towards the front door "he's on his way in, but I couldn't wait up for him because he walks like a grandpa"
Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle, but instantly pined his lips into a thin line as he saw Namjoon emerging through the front door, bearing loads of shopping bags in both hands.
"Do you mind helping? Because this is the exact reason why I walk like a grandpa" Namjoon scoffed, rolling his eyes at Jungkook.
Turning his attention to the little girl nestled in his arms, Jungkook said with a smile, "Dali, do you mind? I really need to assist uncle Joonie with the bags"
"Sure Appa" Dali sang, wiggling her way to the ground, "I'd also like to see Sir Seokjin too"
"But__"
Before Jungkook could complete his words, Dali was already on a high speed run towards the kitchen, yelling out Seokjin's name at the top of her tiny voice.
Any mistakes encountered while reading this chapter, was totally not intentional. I was just too exhausted to proof read🙈