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Seokjin- On Purpose

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Seokjin- On Purpose

(Seokjin's POV.)

I really, really want to have an off day with my boyfriend, Namjoon. And so, I've come up with a genius plan to get him to stay home with me, and potentially even take care of me. I'm gonna get sick by going out in the rain, since this'll be the perfect time to do so, as I've overheard that there's supposed to be a big rainstorm tonight. After some time of waiting for it, the time it was supposed to come has come and gone and I've only heard a crack of lightning. And so in my disappointment, I began to lose all hope for this plan. But then, almost as if the rain gods had heard my plea, thunder followed alongside rain pounding on the windows, and I immediately began rushing outside. I decided not to grab a coat of any sort, as I want to maximize the potential effect the wet and cold would have on me as much as I could in this moment. I then put on some sandals, making sure not to include socks, and slipped out of the front door after yelling into the dorm that I'll be back soon. I stood in the rain and thunder, feeling every little cold droplet fall onto my skin. It felt refreshing at first, feeling the rain slowly seep into my hair, dousing me and my clothes. But after only a minute or few, I began to feel the breeze against me and my soppy, dense clothes. Every step I took was accompanied by a 'squish' sound and before I knew it, I was freezing. The cold bit onto me and wouldn't let go, no matter how much I held myself in my own, now slimy, arms. I stood in the rain, almost now reveling in my own self-evoked pain, longing to be soon held by Namjoon. That would truly make this all worth it.

-Time Skip-

This was a terrible idea. It's completely backfiring on me. I was a fool for thinking I wanted this. I walked into the dorm shivering as if I were just in the arctic, feeling like I was coughing up my lungs along the way. Yoongi, who was at first lounging in the living room, looked over to the small front hall at the sound of me opening the door. When he sees me, his eyes widen, and he sits still there for a minute, in his uncomfortable position, frozen. He quickly snaps out of his trance before immediately rushing me inside, putting a towel around my shoulders, more worried than disappointed. "Jin hyung, what were you thinking going out in the rain like that?!" He asks, gasping. "S-sorry," I muttered, not sure if I truly meant my apology. Yoongi shakes his head. "No, no, it's alright. You sho-" He gets cut off by my need to cough. The wretched sounds coming from me, dryly escaping my respiratory system, carrying what little phlegm I had, feeling as if my eyes could bulge out at any moment for the amount of force my body was involuntarily putting into my hacking, cough after cough they just kept coming and it wouldn't stop. It was like my own body was creating a domino effect and betraying me. The pain gets to be so much that I compulsively double over in pain, and after just having to witness my pathetic show, Yoongi immediately comes over to hold me up, showing me pity. Yoongi calmly sets his hand on my forehead before quickly retracting it. "I think you're running a bit of a fever, hyung. Here, I'll help you upstairs to your room." I shake my head as soon as I am able to process his words, not wanting this all to be a waste. "Wanna go to Joon's room," I stubbornly mumble. He nodded, complying to my weak command and he quickly began to help me up the stairs. He rests his arm around my shoulders, helping carry all of the weight that my currently weak body could not care for myself.

Yoongi knocks on Namjoon's bedroom door, the response he was given was total silence. So, Yoongi being Yoongi, he barged right in, the door making a loud 'bang' sound in return, only to find Joon with his headphones on, working on our title track for our upcoming album, Wings. Joon is sat away from the door, staring at the program on his computer, unaware of us and seemingly in his own world. Yoongi rushes forward to him and rips the headphones off of the younger's head, sliding them off with such ease that it seems he has done this before. Joon jumps from being startled, finally acknowledging our presence. "What was that for, hyung?" He asks, confused and annoyed that we've decided to interrupt him like this, barging into his own, private paradise. "Jin hyung has a fever because his stupid ass went out in the rain, and now he's asking for you." The look of confusion and annoyance is then swiftly replaced with a distressed and concerned look when he notices me shyly and awkwardly standing behind Yoongi, trying to minimize his gaze of me for this moment, as for once I feel a little embarrassment from this plan. "Thanks for telling me hyung. Come here, baby." He elegantly motions for me to walk over to him, and as I am nearly entranced with his beautiful movement, I eagerly rush forward to him. As I am mid step, I feel my head rush and a cool feeling comes over me, my legs then involuntarily give out, I'm suddenly falling. The fall felt dreadful, the disorientation in my head accompanied by such a motion made me feel as if I were in a perpetual state of falling, my surroundings morphing into simple shapes and colors, before it began to blur. I finally landed, I've landed in someone's arms. The warmth I felt as I rested in these arms put me to ease for just this moment, my daze numbed and my mind has calmed down, but the voices around me grow louder and louder in shrill panic, the few moments I do see outside of the warm protection I feel are chaotic and harsh, and after a few moments, the hysteria comes to a crescendo before suddenly, it goes silent, and my vision goes dark.

-Time Skip-

I suddenly regain consciousness, now aware of my own body and mind. I attempt to open my eyes, my vision starts out as only a blur due to some waste that has accumulated in my eyes, but I quickly wipe it all away and as everything comes into view, I realize that I'm in a vaguely familiar bed. But- whose? What even happened to me? Why am I here? And why do I feel like I just got hit by a bus? A voice suddenly barges in on the silence of the room, "Babe?" I turn my head as hastily as my body would allow in the direction of the voice's source, to see Namjoon walking into the room with a few things carefully balanced in his hands. He smiled at me. "I was just about to try to wake you. I'm going to take your temperature so we can see how bad the fever is." As he gently sits down on the bed, I do my best to prop myself up, even just slightly. The pain I felt as I even slightly lifted myself was too much to ignore, feeling my bones creak to my every subtle movement, creating something that could sound like a song to the right person. I felt my head rush, my vision became blurry and my mind was dizzy, but it was for only a second before my mind and sight became normal again. Namjoon sticks the thermometer in my mouth, attempting to maneuver around my tongue to place it below it. I felt the cheap plastic of the thermometer rest upon my teeth, I breathed shallowly, irrationally afraid to disturb the thermometer as we waited for the thermometer's resolve. A small 'beep' noise finally came from it, after feeling like we waited hours for it. He gently takes the thing out of my mouth before announcing "101.7." I lay back down, exhausted. After moments of silence, Joon stood up. Before he was able to exit the room, "What happened?" I croak. "You passed out. It scared Yoongi hyung and I. Luckily, Sejin hyung is giving us a week break." My eyes widen, I felt guilty for the trouble I've caused. "But- but what about the comeback?" He waves his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that right now, just focus on getting better." I sigh, my heart begins to feel heavy. I just wanted a single day off, not a whole week, I didn't want this. I'm just holding them back. Why am I so dumb and careless that I thought this would work? That I deserved to be comforted by the kindest, sweetest man in the world? Why- "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" My thoughts were suddenly interrupted and brought to a halt, before Namjoon gently rested his hand on my upper arm, and I just now realize that I'm crying silently. The warmth of his palm sent shivers up my spine, bringing my realization to the forefront. I set my hand on his, my nails accidentally digging into him as I cried. "I... I don't want to hold us back, I'm sorry!" I cry, louder and louder. I bent over, my head turned down to my legs as I sobbed. My tears fell and felt like they'd never stop, the liquids excreting from my face were mingling and blending together before dropping down, splaying on my pants. Maybe it's the fever, maybe because it's late, maybe it'll all be fixed with a brisk shower, but that didn't matter, all I knew was that I felt like the worst goddamn person in the world right now, for holding my friends back and needing to be taken care of by them. "Oh baby, you're not holding us back, you know that the most important thing to everyone here is your health." He takes me into a warm hug, and a wave of reassurance rushes over me, joy quickly replacing my self-inflicted anguish. I rest my head on his chest, feeling his orderly breaths and calm heartbeat, both of which are in strong juxtaposition with my own. I take a little bit to calm down, until I'm just left sniffling and occasionally coughing. He rubs my back in soothing, spiral-like patterns, calming me. "I feel like crap," I mumble. "I'll take care of you. Do you need anything else?" I shake my head no. "I love you Seokjinnie," He smiles. "I love you too, Joon."

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