Seokjin.

"You don't have to do this." Namjoon says as we get off the cab, he fixes his hoodie, bringing the hood over his head, and tucking is his fists into the front space, before licking his chapped lips. He still looks sick. "I know, but the doctor said you needed someone to help."
"I can take care of myself." He says immediately, his hard eyes meeting mine. He is making it difficult for me, and weirdly I find it hard to argue back with this one, we still haven't talked properly, and I don't know if he is mad at me or not. All I know is I want to help him recover, it's crucial that he gets well soon, so if being calm about this is is going to help, then I am bringing my game on.

"The sooner you get well, the better. Your gonna need help with a lot of things because you can't do any strenuous activities." I try to reason leading way to his apartment building, one I am familiar with now. "I told you, this wasn't your fault, so if your doing this because your feeling guilty..." He trails off and I can't help it.

"I want to, alright?" I say turning around to face him, I mean I do feel bad that this did happened to him because he was defending me, and I kinda want to return the favour by making sure he is alright too. But I can't deny I want to do this. I want to care for him. I realise that I just said that out loud and I turn back around not wanting to see his reaction. Way to sell off yourself Jin.

Thankfully he doesn't say anything else, only quietly follows me inside. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the black Nissan packed on the other side of the street. It could be anyone's, but I know better than to ignore a sign when I see one. My phone has been going off since morning with the same contact; my mother again, and I know those are probably her goons, trailing after me. All the way from the hospital. This isn't good, but I don't want to overreact either. I know she would love that.

"What is it?" Namjoon asks at my sudden silence. "Huh?"

"Are you ok, you spaced out." He echoes, entering the elevator with me.

"Yeah, just thinking." I feel his eyes still on me, suspicious. I have no courage to look back at him to convince him of my lie, my face is probably set into worry  of what my mum would be up to. "You look tired, have you even gotten rest since yesterday?" It's been almost twenty four hours, I know I look like a zombie, not having gotten any rest except for the few hours I spent in the hospital with Namjoon. It's another evening already, and I haven't even gotten a bath. I feel sticky, and a little grossed out in my skin.

"I am ok, Namjoon."

"Lying is not a good trait." He says as he walks down the hall to his apartment now. Some nerve he has. "Says the guy who lied to the doctors about me being his boyfriend." He leans on the wall as I open the door to his apartment. I can feel the smirk radiating from him. "You must have liked that, huh?" He jokes, or says. I honestly can't tell anymore.

"Oh god, just get in the house." I say hoping he would let this drop. But this is the real Namjoon, the playful one, who won't let on easy. "Did you lie along?"

"I had to, you gave me no other choice." I narrow my eyes at him, but he only smiles mischievously, "that is a felony, you know."

"No shit...you made me do it." I almost shout, but hold myself back because he has neighbours. He doesn't seem to care as he lets out a loud laugh, going through the door, before holding it open for me. "Welcome to the bad side now Seokjin." Am not sure we are talking about the felony anymore, it feels like this has a double meaning, but I play along anyway. "I must say, it's not what I thought it would be. A little interesting."

Those eyes of his bore into mine as I stand face to face with him. I am guessing he is surprised at the sudden boldness. I am too. Since finding out this morning that he may like me, I can't help myself with these feelings, well not exactly feelings, more of my demeanor around him, or how I want to appear before him. Crazy how little revelations always gets people like this. I feel like I am sixteen again.

He locks the door behind him, ushering me to the couch as his expression changes to a less happy one. "I didn't want them calling my family, or someone I am related to. It would be too much worry." I deduced that conclusion the previous night. I can't relate, but I guess no parent would want to get such horrifying news, in the middle of the night, miles away from them. "I understand, glad I could help."

There is a little limp to his step as he walks to sit beside me, he doesn't look to be particularly in pain, more of annoyance at his state. It makes me think of what the doctor had said earlier about his other bruises. The once he got from the fight itself. They are not serious but they do need nursing once more or two times if needed, that, along with his now stitched side, brings me to why I am caring for him. Jackson and the other's obviously had work, I do too, but I had Hoseok put in a good word for me because I couldn't leave Namjoon on his own.

"I think it's about time you take your medicine. They'll relieve you off your pain." I say not giving him a chance to rebut as I go the unfamiliar kitchen to retrieve a glass with water. He wasn't so happy to hear I took care of the hospital bill, and the drugs from the pharmacy, so I am a little hesitant to bring it up, although that doesn't stop me from presenting him with the said drugs for his pain. Health first.

"I am paying you back for this." He states taking the glass and the drugs. I roll my eyes at him sitting back down. "Paying for the bills isn't part of taking care of me." He grumbles again throwing his head back as he swallows and downs the water. "Yeah yeah, weren't you the one who said people didn't need to pay back for favours. How come that doesn't work for you."

"That was different."

"How so?" I ask and he gives me the same look he had given me that night by the pavement. One where his eyes dim, he licks his lips then takes a deep breath. For a moment I remember how he had told me to go home that night, and I fear he might want to say the same for now, so I urge him on. "Come on, tell me." He smiles a little to himself before looking at me, not exactly angry, or with hard eyes like before.

"I am sorry I forced you to go to that dinner with me. I should have thought otherwise before doing that." He apologizes instead, his gaze holds mine, and I am short of words because I am not sure what to say to that, I wasn't expecting it. "You didn't force me." I say, but he cuts me, "I did when I didn't ask you properly, I guess it does count as bullying like you put it." My cheeks heat up at my previous words, now I know he didn't mean any harm, I think I always knew, I just didn't want to admit that I was attracted him. Or that he could have been possibly attracted to me.

I turn on the couch to face the front instead. "I shouldn't have said that, I am sorry I made you feel like you...like you were some bully. Also, I am sorry I offered to pay you for a favour. That was rude." I admit, not willing to meet his gaze. He doesn't say anything after, leaning back on the couch, and mimicking my position. My curiosity isn't at bay, and I can't help wonder if Jackson was really telling the truth.

"So were you trying to ask me out with those dinners?" I turn my head to look at him, not bothering to move my body. His own head is facing the ceiling now, a small smile stretching on his lips. "Does it really matter now, I thought we were already boyfriends." He jokes, similarly turning his head to look at me. I can't fight the amused smile that takes my face at his dodginess. He's sleek.

He stares at me for a bit, his smile gradually fading. "You look tired Jin. You should go freshen up, eat and get some rest." My eyelids are indeed heavy, and feeling the plush couch against my back and my head, does give me comfort, enough to invite my senses to sleep.
"Is that your way of telling me I smell and look ugly?" I ask him, teasing.

He smiles going along. "If that's going to get you to rest, then sure." I try in my head to arrange how to do this without leaving him alone for long. I can't ask Jackson to watch him in the meantime, he is still at work, and so is Hoseok who is covering for me, Solar too has a second job down at the club after normal hours, and that leaves me with no choice out of mine, and his, limited options of friends. I know Namjoon is perfectly able to take care of himself with the bruises and all, but I don't want to leave him alone. He might need something, something urgent, but strenuous at the same time, which in turn could open his stitches. Worst case scenario, that is.

After a bit of debating, I sit up with a sigh, I know he hasn't eaten either, or had a proper bath, and he must be feeling tired on top of that. 
"I am gonna be gone for a bit. Are you going to be ok?" His forehead creases in disagreement, and he carefully tucks his hands back into his hoodie.

"Why do you have to leave?"

"Well, I have to freshen up like you said, eat and rest. But I think I can manage a quick shower, and make some meals, bring them along before it gets dark outside, then maybe I can crush on your couch if it won't be too much trouble." I explain, letting him know I won't leave him for the night, if he allows, that is.

"I meant, why can't you just stay here. You can shower in my bathroom, there is change of clothes, and we could order something for tonight." He suggests, and I blink severally, not having thought of that. "Unless you have something else to do, although I would recommend you stay put because those idiots might still be out there and you might ran into them." He waits for my reply, and I swallow at the thought. Although I can't deny this would make it much easier than going back and forth.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude on your space."

"Should have thought of that before you offered to be my care taker." Oh, here he goes again. Can't he just thank me and let it drop. He smirks as I roll my eyes for the nth time. He really is enjoying this, isn't he?
He whoever winces in pain as he tries to get up, his hand hurrying to sooth the side of his ribs. I get up quickly, rushing to him to gently push him back on the couch.

"Fuck, that hurts like bitch." He grumbles, not at all willing to lie back on the couch. "Well, you need to stay put. Just lie back on the couch."

"Nope, need to get up."

"Why, what do you need to get, I'll get it for you." I say as I kneel before him, trying to search his eyes. He looks up meeting my mine, lips stretching to reveal his dimples. It's cute, and sexy at the same time, and fuck, why does he have to do that so close to my face. "Help me up, will you?" He says instead, putting his free hand on my shoulder for support. Why do I even bother, he is tough headed, and won't at all listen to me about his health. Jerk.

I help him up, wary of where my hands go on his body. I don't want to touch his bruises, or just generally touch his unsurprisingly fit body. This time for my own personal reasons. "That's much better, thank you." He says as he steadies himself, his hand on my shoulder tightening before he points to the small hallway. "Let's go pick out clothes for you for the night." It's that the reason he was struggling to get up, I could have done that myself.

"But if you'd rather sleep naked, I've got no problem." He says when he sees the look I am giving him. He is so weird, now he's got me thinking weird things too. "I just know your thinking of something sexual."

"Shut up." I groan as he bursts out laughing, and for the record I wasn't thinking of dirty things, there is nothing sexual about me sleeping naked. It sounds like something comfortable really, although different if Namjoon is added to the equation.

"I don't actually know if my clothes will fit you. We might be different sizes." He says as we get to his room. I am oddly comfortable in this house, it's like I've lived here before despite only being here once this morning. But I guess it's the welcoming nature of Namjoon, he has made me feel at home and free in the few minutes I have been around.

Since he can't move much, I walk up to his closet to get something to wear, while he stays leaning on the side. He is right, we are definitely different sizes, and I wouldn't easily fit most of his clothes. But thankfully I only need sleep clothes, or something comfortable to rest in. "I don't have a lot to choose from, but you could take anything that would make you feel at ease. Enough to rest." He says sensing my hesitation.

I think about the numerous shirts that hang in his closet, they would be a comfortable pick, free and airy. They are large, and I know they would look good on me, but large shirts is a sultry look, the; put on my shirt after sex look, and Namjoon and I are not that. Yet. So I settle for large black hoodie instead, and a pair of blue sweat pants to go with, deeming them comfortable enough for the night.  "This will do, I think, thanks."

"That's all?" He asks raising a brow. Of course I don't have any clean underwear with me, and I am not about to take his. Not like they would fit me anyway. So I nod, trying to avoid his eyes. "There are clean towels in the bathroom, robes, and other things you may need to wash and cover up with, including new toothbrushes." I nod again, noticing how he shifts onto the other foot.

"Why don't you lay down until dinner, I'll wake you up." I say worriedly, but he shakes his head. "If I sleep now I won't wake up till morning. I'll just order and wait. I am ok Jin, I'll make sure not to exhaust myself." He assures as he sees my worried face.

I don't believe it, but I do kinda trust him not to put himself in danger. I move to leave for the shower, but he traps me by the door he is leaning next to, turning to his side so he is facing me. "About the sleep arrangement. I'll sleep on the couch, I am familiar with it." He isn't joking as he says it and I have the urge to knock some sense into him. "You've got stitches Namjoon, the couch isn't spacious enough for you right now. And no it doesn't matter if your familiar with it." I can't help reprimand him for even thinking this.

He stares at me for a second, almost like he can tell my thoughts like always. Damn those eyes of his. "Ok, second plan then, we'll sleep together." Wait, hold up. "What?" I ask blinking severally, he pushes off the door post, now closer to me, there is barely enough space for the two of us by the small door. I can't back up from him, and oddly I don't think I want to. I like this, I like him close to me like this, he smells nice, and levels my height well, if not taller.

"There is another bed in the other room, but it has a lot of my stuff, unpacked dusty boxes." He states, his breath fanning me, it's getting increasingly harder to stay calm around him, or keep my eyes on his while his handsome face is so close to mine. "I don't want you sleeping on the couch either, you'll be too far from me. I might need something and you wouldn't be close enough to get it for me."

Oh now he wants to listen to me, also didn't he just want to sleep in the couch like thirty seconds ago. Way to switch up, but I guess he does have a point, he might need something...

"Am guessing that's ok?" He asks when I stay quiet. I gather myself, mentally scolding myself for staring, "ok." I say finally, and he echoes my answer with another nod before we fall silent. It suddenly feels hotter for me in the little space, and the way he is looking at me doesn't help either, like he is about to devour me, with his eyes, and his lips?

I find little strength to move from this trance, and I rush to the bathroom locking myself in. Oh god.

"I'll order food." A voice comes just out of the bathroom, and I jump startled. This is going to be a long stay