Feveruary day 13: 'I wouldn't even trust you to boil tea in your condition!'
Sickie: Namjoon | Caretaker: Jungkook
Words: 631
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A nightmare.
This has to be a nightmare, because there’s no way Namjoon is in the kitchen, cooking, with a 39°C fever. There are chopping sounds coming from Namjoon's direction, which - oh god - meant that he had a knife.
Even more alarming than the fact that Namjoon can't cook, at all, and was asleep just a few hours ago with his highest temperature so far, Jungkook can also smell something burning from one of the three pots bubbling away mysteriously on the stove.
“Hyung!” He yelps, darting forward to switch off the stove before their entire dorm goes up in flames - “what are you doing?”
Namjoon turns away from the cutting board, knife in hand, blinking owlishly at him. Jungkook edges forward gingerly and plucks the knife out of Namjoon's grip - not that the leader noticed, given how his hand still dangled awkwardly in the air after Jungkook took the knife away. “I'm… cooking? Obviously?” Namjoon answers, sounding confused.
“I can see that, hyung,” - Jungkook glances briefly towards the cutting board and finds a fully whole carrot still sitting on top of it, which begs the question of what Namjoon had been cutting to create those chopping sounds he heard earlier - “but my question is, why?”
“Yeah, why?” Another voice joins them - Seokjin, and Yoongi right behind him. Seokjin looks at Jungkook first for an explanation, who gives a bewildered shrug in response, and raises his eyebrows questioningly in return. “We smelled something burning.” Yoongi mouths to him. Jungkook breathes an internal sigh of relief, grateful that he doesn't have to handle this alone now.
The elder’s tone becomes infinitely softer when he addresses Namjoon again. “Joonie, baby, mind telling hyung why you're suddenly cooking? You really shouldn't be out of bed right now.”
Namjoon turns his hazy gaze onto Seokjin. “You guys have been taking care of me while I’ve been sick this whole time.” He says. His diction is weirdly clear for a semi-delirious person with a high fever. “I wanted to cook something as thanks. ‘Cus I love you all.”
Seokjin was about to answer when he's startled by Jungkook dropping the knife on the table and wrapping his arms tight around the leader.
The maknae stares up at him and Yoongi with wet eyes. “Hyung, can we keep him?” He whispers, eyes practically sparkling with tears. “He's so fucking cute.”
Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose in mock exasperation. “He already lives with us, Kook, what more do you want?”
“Oh. Right. I got carried away, sorry." Jungkook grins sheepishly.
Namjoon pats Jungkook's arm, still wrapped loosely around his waist. “So… will you let me get back to my cooking now?”
“What? No!” Jungkook immediately tightens his grip around the leader. “I wouldn't even trust you to boil tea in your condition!”
“I wouldn't trust him to boil tea in any condition,” Yoongi mutters, and gets elbowed in the side by Seokjin.
“Let Jungkook bring you back to your bedroom and rest, Joonie.” Seokjin cajoles. “You can continue your cooking later, after you feel better.”
“Oh.” Namjoon blinks at him, gaze foggy, then at the various pots scattered around the kitchen, then at Jungkook. He’s swaying a little. “Oh, that's alright, then.”
Thank fuck. Jungkook quickly grabs Namjoon’s arm before the leader can change his mind, wincing at the heat coming off his bare skin. Namjoon leans heavily into him when Jungkook pulls his arm over his shoulders, a clear sign that he was way overdue for a return to his bed. “Thank you,” he whispers to Seokjin as he leads their confused leader out of the kitchen.
“We'll clean up here,” Seokjin returns with a wry smile, Yoongi tossing him a nod; “I'm just glad we managed to stop him before anything actually caught fire.”
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