Sick Day
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His daze was interrupted by the remarks of his elder, Yoongi, whom he welcomed into the room with a look that was anything but a “Good Morning” stare. It wasn’t exactly the best thing to hear you looked like the Walking Dead in the morning and it actually confirmed what he had feared when looking into the mirror- that he was going to have to wear piles of makeup to cover up the damage this illness was ravaging on his skin and eyes. His eyes dropped back down to the water before him and he just shook his head.
“And you look like you haven’t slept in days; been up for a while?” His response was ended with a bit of a cough that he attempted to cover up in his sleeve. Namjoon cringed at the pain in his chest that he felt every time he coughed, but he’d move forward just the same. “I’ll be fine, but you might need more than one cup of that- “ he nods to the coffee. He was snapping back at his hyung, it wasn’t like him really, being defensive about an obvious statement. He thought, on a normal day he’d have laughed and made the man another cup himself, but right now his head was pounding and it was all he could do to keep even the bit of water he’d drank in his stomach.
He stood from the table, quickly dumping his water into the sink and leaving the cup there, before he leaned against the counter- bracing himself. He was stronger than this, it would need to be a little bit more than a stomach bug or a chest cold to knock him down. He was struggling at the moment but another hour or two and surely he’d be back to his normal self and going again. At least he hoped it would be that way with the schedules they have coming up, it needed to be that way.
His eyebrows raise as soon as the younger fires back with his own attempt at a witty remark. He doesn’t even let Yoongi reciprocate before he’s muttering something again--which only amuses Yoongi further. The words said by Namjoon weren’t exactly false. In fact they were completely true and Yoongi wasn’t going to deny any of it. He offers a lackluster wave of his hand before pulling out a chair. “Yeah well that’s what happens when sleeping pills don’t do what they’re made to do.”
“This is actually my third cup.” He tells the other truthfully as he slumps down on the seat facing the sink. His eyebrows knot together as he watches Namjoon pitifully move about. It wasn’t a pretty sight to behold, and it took much of Yoongi’s will not to toss another joke about how Namjoon looks kind of like Bambi trying to learn how to walk--except he’s a lot less cute. He sits there for a couple more seconds, just watching the younger and contemplating whether he would need help just getting back to his room. He now realizes the gravity of Namjoon’s condition with how his eyes appear sunken and his upper body is slumped as he walks--or tries to. “Seriously you look like you’re about to collapse.” Yoongi’s concern is more apparent now, his lips arching downwards as he slowly straightens up from his seat.
The others are still sound asleep, their bodies re-energizing for today’s schedules. That’s right, they have schedules. Looking at Namjoon, Yoongi starts to worry that the taller male wouldn’t even make it out of this dorm without vomiting on the welcome mat or something. He glances at the wall clock and deduces that they have a few hours before they have to get ready. Maybe once Namjoon gets back to bed and rests for a couple of hours, he’ll be good as new. That’s if he can get to bed, given how much he’s struggling just reaching for the sink. “Alright alright this is painful to watch.” Yoongi whines as he trudges over to the taller male, a hand grabbing onto his elbow. “You’re going back to bed.” He says firmly before placing Namjoon’s arm over his shoulders and wrapping an arm around the other’s waist to support his body as he drags the two of them back to the bedroom. It’s no easy task, considering how much Namjoon wins over him in the size department--but Yoongi would rather lug him to his room than watch what looks like a thirty-something year old divorced drunk man walk around the kitchen in his pajamas.

















