Unintentional Intimacy

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"...by... ...irl... BabyGirl..." Your boyfriend Kim Namjoon's voice gradually penetrates through your sleepy, sickness-induced fog. You slowly open your eyes, his face gradually coming into focus. "I just wanted to check on you." He smiles down at you, gently placing a cool hand against your forehead. "How are you feeling, Princess?"

You sigh, leaning upwards toward his touch. "Hot. It's so hot, Joonie."

"I'm sorry, my love," Namjoon says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I have some soup I can fix for you, if you're hungry. Would you like some medicine?"

"Please, Joonie?" You bury your face in your comforter, curling up into a tiny ball.

"Of course, baby." Namjoon leans down to quickly press his lips to the back of your head. "I'll be right back. Just yell if you need anything, okay?"

Namjoon quietly exits the room. He returns a few minutes later with a tray in his hands. "Baby? Are you awake?" He sits down on the edge of the bed before quietly shaking out two small Tylenol pills into the palm of his hand. "BabyGirl."

You stir, slowly sitting up, and brushing the hair out of your eyes. Namjoon moves to place a hand against your back to support you. He reaches for the bottle of water he brought, holding it gently against your lips. "Take a drink." You do as he says, taking a tiny swig that quickly turns into greedy gulps. Namjoon wipes away the droplets that stray down your chin.

"Take these," Namjoon says, pressing the Tylenol into your hand.

You slip the pills into your mouth, taking a big drink of water and gulping the entire thing down. Namjoon smiles as he leans in to kiss your forehead. "You brought me soup?" you ask. The light aroma of vegetables and meat makes your stomach growl, although you haven't had much of an appetite.

"Yes." Namjoon carefully takes the steaming bowl and holds it with one hand while spoon-feeding you with the other. After a few bites, you lay back against the pillows. Namjoon sets the bowl aside, resting his hand against your forehead again. "We need to do something to break your fever."

"No." You roll over, feeling your sweaty shirt stick to your back.

"Baby." Joonie gently rubs your back. "A nice bath could help you feel better. Come on. Please, Princess?"

Without waiting for an answer, Namjoon gently takes you in his arms, carrying you over to the bathroom. "Can you wait here for me, baby?" He sets you down on the toilet. "I'll just take a second." He does indeed take a second. When he returns, he has some towels and a t-shirt in his arms. He sets them down on the counter nearby, then he starts the shower. "Okay, Princess." Namjoon starts taking your clothes off. He does this with such care. Not with the hurried tearing of someone eager to see a lover's naked body, but with the gentle grace of one whose love is genuine and pure; comfortable after a long time spent together. There is no ulterior motive in this act of undressing you.

Namjoon tests the water first, nodding when it's at just the right temperature. He quickly strips; you're shivering and your eyes are closed as you hunch forward. Namjoon takes your hand, leading you slowly into the walk-in shower. You moan when the water hits your skin, a fresh wave of goosebumps breaking out across your flesh. "Does it feel okay, baby?" Namjoon asks, pulling you into his chest.

You nod, resting your forehead against his torso.

"Just lean on me," Namjoon says. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Okay..." You wrap your arms around him, leaning on him heavily now. But thankfully he's able to easily support you.

Namjoon gently washes your hair, keeping one arm thrown securely around your waist. As Namjoon's fingers work through every knot and tangle in your hair, you feel your knees start to buckle. You clench one fist and will yourself to stay up. "How do you feel?" Namjoon asks as he conditions the ends of your hair. "We're almost done."

You don't answer him. You shut your eyes tightly, pressing yourself against Namjoon's body. You loop your arms around his hips. He lifts your chin, studies your face for a moment, then he presses his lips to your forehead. "Can you stand, love? Talk to me."

"I... I can." You look up at him, taking a shaky step back. "We're almost done. I can do it."

"Ah, that's my brave, strong, beautiful girl." Namjoon smiles. "Just put your arms around my neck like this." He positions you, holding you flush to his body. "Just like this."

Namjoon reaches over to pump some body wash into his hands. He lathers himself up, his whole body quickly becoming covered in suds. He moves his body against yours, washing your skin with his own.

The act is unintentionally intimate. You and Namjoon have showered together, yes; but never like this. It's so... different. You can feel Namjoon's love for you. It warms your chest. His hands move gently over your skin; not to probe, but almost as if he's afraid to break you.

Soon, the shower is turned off, and you're quickly bundled up in a fluffy towel. Namjoon slips the over-sized shirt he brought over your body. He grabs a brush and helps you back to bed. He lets you lean back against his chest as he brushes your hair. He remains incredibly gentle, so much so that you find yourself dozing off.

When he's done, Namjoon eases you into bed. You let out a shuddery breath that wheezes at the end. Standing for so long has completely exhausted you. He moves to leave, quietly tiptoeing away from your bed. "Joonie?" You try to sit up.

"Yes, baby?" Namjoon is back at your side in an instant. "What do you need?"

"You." You reach up and grip his shirt in your fists, mustering all your strength to pull him down towards you. You press your lips to his, catching a heady whiff of the body wash from earlier. Namjoon leans closer, using one hand to cup your cheek and the other to brace himself against the mattress. Your breathing comes out in heavy pants as a light sweat breaks out across your skin.

"Y/N." Your name leaves Namjoon's mouth in a low moan. "Take it easy; slow down."

He's right. You can feel your head spinning. You lay back, trying to calm yourself. You can feel heat radiating from your cheeks. Namjoon presses a kiss to your temple. "Scoot," he says. You make room for him; curling up against his side once he's under the covers.

Soon, you and Namjoon are a tangled web of arms and legs and fingers. Namjoon kisses your forehead and quietly begins to sing. His voice lulls you into a sense of peace. Your eyes slip closed as Joonie's voice gradually fades out to a dull hum.

It's moments like these, these moments of unintentional intimacy, that are the most meaningful, you know. They remind you that the difficult times that you and Namjoon occasionally face are worth it. You wouldn't trade this for anything.

Ahh! It's been a while, huh? But I'm working on a ton of new stories for this collection! I hope you guys enjoy them! Stay safe! ❤️—GalaxyGash

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