"Joonie," you moan, sniffling.

"Y/N, are you feeling any better?" Namjoon's voice is laced with concern.

"No. I feel awful," you reply, groaning as your head starts to pound.

"I'm going over. Wait for me." He hangs up before you can get another word in.

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Thirty minutes later, Namjoon lets himself into your apartment; his arms laden with grocery bags. He smiles at you as he sets the bags down on your coffee-table, moving to your side to brush the hair out of your face. "Hey," he murmurs.

"Joonie," you reply, frowning. "You shouldn't be here. You'll get sick."

"Ah," he shakes his head, gently smiling down at you. "That doesn't matter. We've gotta get you feeling better. I wouldn't be able to work knowing you were sick."

Namjoon gestures for you to scoot over so he can sit at the end of the couch. You sit up, tucking your legs under you.

"I brought you some soup, medicine, and all the snacks that you like." He reaches over to grab a bag and pulls out a candy bar. He splits it in half and offers you a piece. You shake your head. "Want some soup? Have you eaten today?"

You shake your head again, closing your eyes. "I felt lightheaded every time I stood up. I don't have much of an appetite anyway."

"Well, let's try some soup," Namjoon suggests, taking a can of your favorite soup from the bag. "You have to eat something."

He heads to the kitchen and heats up the soup on the stove, filling the air with chatter as he cooks. "Hobi said he'll come over to play with you as soon as you feel better. Tae and Jin send their love. Oh, Yoongi said to give you this." Namjoon leaves his post at the stove and wraps you up in a warm hug.

"Aww!" You smile, a blush coloring your cheeks. "Give them a kiss for me."

Namjoon hums as he stirs your soup, coming over with a steaming bowl once it's cooked. "It's hot, so be careful." He moves to spoon-feed you.

"Joonie, I can feed myself," you say,  giggling as you blow over your bowl.

He blushes. "I don't want you to get hurt, that's all." He takes a seat next to you, adjusting the blanket around you so your feet are covered.

You beam up at him. "Thanks, Namjoon. You're a great friend."

"It's no trouble," he replies, putting an arm around you. "It's my job to protect you."

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You finish your soup, your belly feeling nice and warm. Namjoon takes your bowl away and sets it in the sink. He washes the few dishes you have, then reclaims his spot next to you. "Do you want to take some Tylenol?"

"No," you reply, waving your hand dismissively. "I don't need any of that."

"Y/N, you need to take it." Namjoon flashes you an amused smirk. "It'll help you feel better."

"I already feel better," you protest, crossing your arms. "I'm not taking that!"

Namjoon places a cool hand against your forehead. "Just like I thought," he frowns. "You have a fever."

You pout. "I'm okay, Joon. Just lay with me."

Namjoon sighs, but obliges. He takes you into his arms and carries you to your bed. He sets you down, drawing the blankets around you. "I'll be right back."

When Namjoon returns, he places a cool pack on your forehead. He gently brushes his fingers across your cheek before climbing into bed beside you. He puts his arm around you, and you snuggle into his chest. You're asleep within minutes.

When you wake up, your room is dark and the space beside you in the bed is empty. "Joon?" Your voice comes out in a croak. You try to clear your throat, but the croak remains.

You slowly trudge to the living room, calling out to Namjoon. You find him sitting on the couch, watching a movie. He starts when he sees you, getting to his feet. "How are you feeling, Y/N?"

"I'm alright," you murmur, sitting next to him and drawing your knees up to your chin. "What have you been doing?"

"Just watching movies. I've been bored." He sighs. "I'm glad you're awake."

You smile, reaching for a pack of gummy bears. "Thanks for taking care of me, Joonie."

"Ah," he chuckles. "I told you it's my job to look after you. Besides, I don't mind."

A few days later, you call Namjoon. "Hey," he says once he answers. "How do you feel?"

"I'm all better," you reply, grinning. "I was actually calling to see if you wanted to grab dinner or something? To thank you for the other day."

"Yeah, I've been practicing all day, so dinner sounds great." You can hear the smile in his voice. "I've been wanting to see you. I'm so glad you're feeling better."

How'd I get so lucky? You smile to yourself as you get ready to meet Namjoon.