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They had been dating for a little over two years and this was Namjoon’s first time seeing Yoongi in such a state.
Despite Namjoon’s constant warnings for Yoongi to take a rest from work the older would simply brush it off saying “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” Now Yoongi was laying in bed with a cold staring helplessly at Namjoon who had just taken his temperature.
“Your temperature is pretty high, I have an ice pack here somewhere, but I’ll have to put it in the freezer first so it’s going to be a few hours. Do you think you’ll be okay with a cold towel?”
Yoongi let out a weak grunt and Namjoon nodded, “alright then I’ll be back in the meantime stay under the covers you need to sweat out as much of that fever as possible.”
It took every fiber of his being to keep from telling his boyfriend “I told you so,” he was already suffering and Namjoon was sure that he didn’t need to deal with the added embarrassment of someone younger than him bragging, but Namjoon couldn't suppress the smug smile that spread across his face as he left the room. He filled the ice pack with water and stuck it in the freezer. Once that was finished he put a face towel in a bowl of cold water hoping this would help even just a little. Namjoon wasn’t an expert on taking care of others but he had seen more than enough cheesy romance movies to have a general idea of what to do.
Walking into the room as quietly as possible so as not to cause a disturbance Namjoon set the bowl on the bedside table and wrung the excess water out before gently placing the towel on his forehead. Yoongi kept his eyes closed but Namjoon heard a soft exhale of relief escape Yoongi’s mouth. Even though Yoongi had brought this on himself there was no way Namjoon was going to leave him in his current state alone. Even though he was inexperienced Namjoon knew that he’d be able to take care of his boyfriend without too many problems. There wasn’t much Namjoon could do for Yoongi now aside from waiting for the ice pack to chill. He didn’t want to leave him here alone but Namjoon knew that Yoongi needed his rest, so he quietly left the room as the other fell asleep. He was halfway to closing the door when he peeked his head back in and said a soft, but audible voice “I love you” before he shut the door behind him.
Namjoon didn’t hear Yoongi’s reply.
*****
They met their third year of college. Namjoon was lucky enough to pass his exams with high enough score that he was able to skip a grade and as a result he was able to meet Min Yoongi at the perfect time.
Namjoon was studying to be a high school music teacher and Yoongi was trying to become a music producer resulting in the both having the same 10 o’clock music history class.
The two hit it off soon enough since Namjoon was good at studying and Yoongi was well… not so good at it. They could often be found together either in the library or the coffee shop “studying” which usually meant they would sit together with their books opened talking about how much they loved music. Yoongi would talk endlessly about the technical aspects of music. Always wondering about the production and what was the newest methods of making the perfect sound. Namjoon would talk about the flow of the music as well as the lyrics. Together these two would easily talk about music for two and a half hours nonstop since it was something they both loved so much it would only feel like a few minutes.
Yoongi thought that Namjoon had more potential than just becoming a music teacher and would always try to get Namjoon to change his major to become a producer as well. The kid had a real ear for music and Yoongi could tell that Namjoon could make a killing in the music industry. As a result, the conversation would always go in this sort of direction:
“But Namjoon, you could totally make it as a producer, hell even a rapper. You’ve got a sharp mind and even sharper ears we could work together one day!”
“Hyung, I’ve told you this before, I might be able to make it as a producer sure, but I love talking about music too. And I want to inspire as many people as possible to truly enjoy music and what better way than to meet with 25 kids for 8 hours a day for almost a year straight? Do you not see how many lives I can change?”
“All I see is a roomful of brats” Yoongi would scoffed
“You were a brat once,” Namjoon pointed out.
“Who said I wasn’t one still?”
Despite everything Yoongi tried Namjoon was sold on being a teacher so he had no choice but to accept it as well.
The more time they spent together the stronger their friendship became to the point that Namjoon realized the feelings he had were more than for a friend. He had decided that there was no point in wondering what could become of it and decided to confess once they graduated and to his surprise Yoongi accepted.
“Well I’m seriously no good with these kinds of things but iloveyoutoo…. ‘aveforawhilenow…” Yoongi rushed the words out so quickly that if he hadn’t been so intensely focused on the other Namjoon would’ve easily missed it.
Shortly after Namjoon got a teaching assistant job at the local high school and Yoongi managed to land an apprenticeship at a no name company the couple decided that it wouldn’t hurt to move in together and though their income was wobbly at best somehow, they always managed to pull through at the end of the month living a simple, but happy life together.
****
Oh
Oh shit
It’s been three hours.
Three hours had passed, and he hadn’t checked on his boyfriends not even once.
He had forgotten about the ice pack too!
He had started watching a new show and had gotten so absorbed into it that he forgot everything else. He looked over at the clock seeing that it was already seven in the evening.
“Agh I’m the worst boyfriend ever!” Jumping up Namjoon ran to the freezer and quickly grabbed the ice pack only to find that it had frozen solid! Cursing to himself he banged it on the counter several times only for the lid to fly off and hit him in the face.
“Fucking hell man really?!” he scoffed as he rushed to pour more cold water into a bowl, knowing that the other one had long gone warm. He knocked lightly on the door before peeking his head in and saw that Yoongi was laying down, but his eyes were wide open.
“Hey…” Yoongi croaked with a weak smile.
“Baby I’m so sorry I just left you in here without checking to see if you were okay,” Namjoon apologized as he walked in.
“It’s okay I’m used to being alone when I don’t feel well don’t worry” Yoongi gave a series of coughs that sounded painful and mucus-filled. “I’ve handled worse alone, don’t beat yourself up about it.” Namjoon winced at hearing both the coughing and Yoongi’s lonely words and shook his head vehemently.
“No, you’re sick and you shouldn’t be left alone to fend for yourself. I’m sorry I left you alone for so long here you must feel horrible! And you haven’t eaten anything all day!” Namjoon fussed about Yoongi putting a fresh towel on his forehead and picking up the old one that had been discarded on the floor.
“Don’t worry about any of that I’m fine,” Yoongi muttered dismissing the younger’s worries. “You need to get out of here now before you catch my cold-” Yoongi stopped and gave a series of weak coughs as if he were closing in on his point but Namjoon wasn’t having it.
“Hyung, you got sick because you’ve overworked yourself don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. I’m not leaving you here alone again I’ll call Seokjin and see if he can help me prepare you something to eat. In the meantime, you sit here and rest! If you need anything at all let me know.” Yoongi was too weak to argue and nodded as he turned over to go back to sleep.
As he left the room Namjoon’s confidence plummeted. He was so sure that he would be able to take care of Yoongi without hitch but so far all he’s been able to do was put a damp towel on his forehead and he even managed to fuck that up. And considering that the best thing he could cook was ramen there was no way he was going to be able to cook something for a sick person.
Once he was in the living room He dialed Seokjin’s number and waited. It was the fourth ring when the call finally connected.
“Ya? What’cha want Joon?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and held in the sigh he almost let out. Seokjin only took on this extremely casual tone when he was with his boyfriend. The problem was he was always with his boyfriend.
“Hyung,” Namjoon started grabbing his attention. Namjoon usually tried his best to keep from saying hyung to anyone except for Yoongi and Seokjin knew that this was a something big. “I need you to come over and help me cook something for Yoongi-hyung. He’s sick and I don’t want to burn down the apartment trying to cook. Please help me out just this once.” Namjoon closed his eyes and mentally cursed himself for sounding so desperate but there was nothing that could be done. He was in a real bind and Seokjin was the best cook in their group, plus he would know what to do with a sick person. Namjoon had been doing this for all of four hours and was already fucking everything up.
Seokjin paused on the line for a minute carefully thinking through his options.
“Alright I’ll help out, but this is only as a favor to Yoongi, you owe me big time for this.” Namjoon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and thanked his hyung repeatedly.
“You have no idea how much of a life saver you are,” he sighed in relief.
“I’m doing this to make sure you don’t kill Yoongs, trust me, I know I’m saving someone's life. While I’m on my way make him some tea with lemon and honey. Don’t add any sugar.”
Namjoon nodded despite the other not being able to see his action. “Will do and hyung, thank you so much” he repeated.
“Listen I know you're desperate, but you seriously need to stop being so sincere it’s kinda grossing me out.” before Namjoon could reply Seokjin hung up leaving Namjoon standing in the middle of the living room trying to remember if they have any tea. Or lemon. Or honey for that matter.
The only way he was going to know was by searching all the cupboards. After five minutes of near frantic searching he came away with half a box of chamomile tea, a nearly expired bottle of lemon juice, and full bottle of honey. Smiling proudly to himself Namjoon set the water to boil and ducked his head into the bedroom where his lover laid sleeping peacefully. After forgetting about him before, Namjoon made a constant effort to remember to check on him as often as possible. The problem was, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to check on. He knew that you could get too much sleep but considering that the past week Yoongi had about a combined 10 hours of sleep meant that his body would need to rest as much as possible right? Seeing that Yoongi was actually getting rest quelled most of Namjoon’s worries and he quietly closed the door walking back into the kitchen just as the water was boiling.
Careful to avoid burning himself, Namjoon poured the water into a cup. As the tea bag sat in the water Namjoon added the honey and lemon juice. He wasn’t sure about the measurements, but he knew he poured too much lemon juice into it, but he figured that that could be combated with adding honey to sweeten it up a bit. Once everything was stirred in Namjoon headed to the bedroom.
“Yoongi? Babe? Are you awake?” There was a quiet shuffling of the sheets as Yoongi turned over and faced Namjoon.
“You tell me to rest and then wake me up, what?”
Namjoon couldn’t suppress his smile as he walked closer with the tea. If Yoongi could make snide remarks he was definitely getting better.
“I made you some tea for your throat, you’ve been coughing all day and I know it’s gotta be killing you now. Seokjin’s on his way with food for you since I’m no good in the kitchen. Sit up and drink this okay? I made it myself.”
Yoongi struggled to sit up and carefully took the cup from Namjoon who had a childish grin on his face, proud that he had finally done something right tonight. Yoongi took a small sip of the tea before making a face and setting the cup down.
“How is it?”
“It’s uh too hot to drink right now- I’ll wait til it cools down a bit more.” Yoongi didn’t have the heart to tell Namjoon that the tea was the most disgusting thing he’s ever had, not when he was so proud of it. Namjoon hadn’t let the tea soak long enough before adding the honey and lemon, not to mention the fact that there was there was so much of the lemon juice that it burned Yoongi’s throat going down. He decided that the best thing to do was to just let it sit there and “conveniently” forget about it until it was cold and disgusting, so he could throw it out with minimum guilt.
Namjoon nodded and sat on the edge of the bed and began to pet Yoongi’s hair. “How’re you holding up baby? Is there anything you need for me to get you?” Yoongi shook his head and laid back on the bed. “I’m good, I told you didn't have to do all of this for me. I would’ve survived just fine if you left me alone for a day or two.”
“You’re my boyfriend and you’re sick, there's no way I’d leave you to fight this alone.” Namjoon chastised gently. “I love you too much to let you suffer alone.”
Yoongi smiled at Namjoon’s words truly feeling the younger’s affection for him. “I took some cold medicine just before you walked in, so I might fall asleep.” Yoongi murmured as Namjoon continued to pet his hair. Normally Yoongi would have brushed him off but Namjoon’s hands were so cool and felt like a gift sent from heaven on Yoongi’s flushed skin.
“It’s okay if you fall asleep baby, you need your rest,” Namjoon whispered. He shifted his weight til he was able to have Yoongi comfortably laying on his chest.
“Don’t get too close to me I’ll get you sick too.” despite Yoongi’s protests he nuzzled deeper into his lovers embrace causing Namjoon to hold him closer.
“Unlike you I don’t overwork myself to the point that my body breaks down. I’ll be fine you know.”
“That just means I’m a hard worker, you know.” Namjoon couldn’t help but to smile at Yoongi’s response. Anytime Namjoon would chastise Yoongi he had the habit of adding ‘you know’ at the end as if the information Namjoon was telling him was a secret that everyone but him knew. Yoongi decided to make a little game out of it a while back by replying with ‘you know’ attached to the end of his sentences as well.
“You don’t have to work yourself into the ground and you don’t have to do everything alone. I’m right here for you that’s what partners are for you know….”
Yoongi was silent for a moment before he gave a quiet hum in acknowledgement. “Yeah I know,” He muttered before sighing. “I’m still working on that- the whole letting people help me thing. I’m used to getting things done by myself though. People will make promises and then fall though with them and rather than dealing with that constant feeling of inadequacy and disappointment I’d rather not expect help from anyone. Then I don’t have anyone to blame at the end of the day if I fail.”
Namjoon held his lover closer nodding along to his confession. He had always known that Yoongi preferred to do things alone, but he was always reluctant on saying why he held that preference. “I understand and I’m glad you trust me enough to try and open up to me we’re here to help each other out and that means keeping you in bed when you’re sick.”
Yoongi hummed as Namjoon lightly stroked his face. His heart overflowed with nothing but love and affection for the younger male to the point that he couldn’t contain it internally anymore. “Your touch…. feels nice…” he muttered softly resting his eyes as he let Namjoon spoil him. There was brief pause in Namjoon’s ministrations causing Yoongi to slowly open his eyes again. “Don’t stop,” Yoongi sighed as he nuzzled his face into Namjoon’s palm. “I love it when you touch me.
Namjoon slowly resumed his action but didn’t speak. It was a rare treat for Yoongi to be so vocal about his feelings and he didn’t want to ruin the mood.
“I love you Joonie,” Yoongi started softly. The sudden confession mixed with the affectionate nickname caused Namjoon’s brain to short circuit and his hand froze mid-stroke. Yoongi reached up and grabbed his hand giving it a soft kiss stroking it as he spoke.
“I know I don’t say it often Joonie, but I really do love you. Everything about you. The way your eyes scrunch up when you smile. How caring you are, even if you can be overbearing at times, and your dimples- god I love your dimples. Sometimes I wish we could have a kid just so when they smiled they’d have your dimples. Being with you for all these years has made me so happy and it was 100% you who helped me to realize that maybe I can trust in the people I call my friends. I still have a lot of flaws but the fact that you’re patient and willing to let me figure myself out means a lot to me thank you...”
Namjoon didn’t know what to say. All he could do was stare down at Yoongi as he tried to bite back tears. He had only heard Yoongi say “I love you” once in their entire relationship and that was a hasty reply to Namjoon’s initial confession. Namjoon knew that Yoongi wasn't one to express his emotion with words very often and sometimes that left Namjoon a bit insecure about how Yoongi felt. One thing he could be sure about was Yoongi was never the type to play around with other’s emotions so when he told Namjoon he loved him there was no doubt in his mind that he had meant it, Namjoon just wished he could hear it more often sometimes.
“Hyung I- I love you too. I know you aren’t really good at this type of stuff but every time you say something like this I get so happy I feel like my heart is about to burst. Oh my god that’s so much cheesier once I said it out loud but it's true.”
Yoongi didn’t reply and Namjoon looked over and saw that Yoongi’s eyes was closed and his breathing was even, he had fallen asleep just when things were getting good. Nonetheless Namjoon smiled as he gently extracted his arm out from underneath Yoongi and gave his forehead a light kiss. “I love you so much hyung. Rest up and get better okay?” he whispered into his ear before straightening up. He was about to walk away but he felt a weak tug at the back of his shirt.
“And the sex is amazing.” Namjoon froze not exactly sure how he should reply. Part of him wanted to go into full on flirt mode but Yoongi was supposed to be resting and if the flirting lasted too long... Namjoon couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. However, there was no way he was going to simply walk out of the room after hearing something like that .
“Hyung, when you get better I’m going to fuck your brains out” Namjoon muttered softly looking back at the sleeping figure.
“I’m glad that I left my date with Hoseok just to hear that.”
Namjoon whipped his head toward the door to find Seokjin standing in the doorway with his arms crossed a disapproving smirk on his face.
“Hyung I-” Namjoon started
“I don’t want to hear your excuse c’mon I made the food at my place because god knows you two don’t keep a properly stocked kitchen. If he’s awake he can eat now, otherwise let him sleep. Has he taken any medicine?”
Namjoon nodded his head, closing the door softly behind him as he followed Seokjin into the living room. “I made him the tea like you said to and he had just taken some medicine, but he hasn’t eaten all day; will he be okay like that?”
Seokjin shrugged his shoulders and prepared Namjoon a bowl of juk. “Usually it’s better to eat before taking medicine but what’s done is done he’ll probs wake up in a few hours hungry as shit. As long as he eats when he wakes up he should be okay.”
Seokjin handed Namjoon the bowl, “here, I bet you haven’t eaten anything today either. I swear you two are more troublesome than children.”
“I deal with children on a daily basis we aren’t that bad.” Namjoon deadpans.
“Namjoon, look at your place! When was the last time you did laundry?”
“Okay look here's the thing- Hyung was busy in meetings for the past few weeks and I-”
“You haven't washed your clothes in weeks ??” Seokjin exclaimed raising a surprised brow.
“It's been a minute yes but they all pass the sniff test-”
“And you don’t think high schoolers don’t do that? Really Namjoon?”
“Well they have their mothers-”
“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” Seokjin rubbed the bridge of his nose as he waved away Namjoon’s feeble excuses. “Whatever just eat I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge for Yoongi do you have an ice pack to help with his fever?” Namjoon nodded his head towards the kitchen counter as he ate a spoonful of food.
“I b’oke it foh.” he said around the mouthful of food. Seokjin shook his head and sighed.
“Considering it’s you I’m glad this is the only thing that’s been broken today.” Seokjin rubbed his temples he had just gotten here but the headache that was forming thanks to their conversation was no joke. He looked inside his bag and grabbed two aspirin popping them into his mouth as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge only to find two can of beer and half a bottle of soda. Sighing he closed the fridge and grabbed a cup to chase the pills with tap water.
“I’ll bring some stuff over to stock you guys up, don’t think this a for free either, I expect cash reimbursement for this.” Namjoon nodded as he continued to stuff his face until his plate was completely clean. “You really helped me hyung thanks, I’ll treat you to beef one day.”
Seokjin gave a pleased nod at the offer. “Expensive beef at that. Remember you broke my date with Hoseok I should have you treat him too…”
“Hey now I’m on a teacher salary! We’re barely making ends meet now!” Seokjin let out a squeaky laugh “yeah I know, don’t worry I won’t break your bank that’ll make me look like a bad hyung.”
***
About an hour after arriving Seokjin decided that he had covered all bases to ensure Namjoon wouldn’t kill his boyfriend, though Namjoon suspected that he was currently missing Hoseok too much to be of much help anymore. Not too long afterwards Namjoon decided to check back in on Yoongi to see how he was holding up. When he walked in the bedroom to find that Yoongi was trying to get out of the bed.
“Hyung! You need to-”
“Namjoon I’ve laid in bed for way too long and coming from someone who loves their bed that’s saying something.”
“Yes but-”
“But I’ve laid in bed for 16 straight hours and I smell like a gym locker and my muscles are stiff if I don’t take a shower now I’m going to throw a chair at you.” Namjoon nodded and let Yoongi shuffle over to the dresser as he pulled out a pair of clean underwear and a fresh set of pajamas. He shoved past Namjoon to get to the bathroom and closed the door firmly.
“Well while you’re in there I’ll warm up the juk than Seokjin made it’ll be ready by the time you’re out.” He called from the other side of the bathroom door. There was a grunt from the other side followed by the sound of the shower starting up.
Freshly showered and ready to eat Yoongi sat at the table across from Namjoon who had made himself a second bowl as well. They ate in silence for a while before Namjoon finally brought it up.
“Hyung, I know you’re feeling better but-”
“If you think that I’m going to sit in that fucking bed all day again tomorrow then you’re a hell of a lot dumber than I thought you were.” Yoongi said cutting him off before he could even complete the thought.
“But Hyung just because you feel better doesn’t mean you are better,” Yoongi shook his head not listening to the younger’s protest.
“Half of the sickness is in your mind, I can fight off the rest of this cold with sheer willpower-” just as he said that he let out a loud sneeze causing him to almost hit his head on the table. “That didn’t just happen” he sniffled.
“Hyung listen you need to rest for another day it won’t hurt you-”
“You have no idea how much just this day set me back. I’m in the middle of securing this job, if I can produce a hot track for this upcoming boy group then we’re set! The company will be better off, and I can produce more music!”
“You can’t produce music if you’re dead!”
“This isn’t the 1700’s Joon, I won’t die from a cold!”
“You’re overworking yourself and you need to rest!”
“I’ve rested plenty!”
The two continued to squabble to about whether Yoongi was going to stay home the following day with Namjoon winning the argument with the promise that he’d stay home as well ensuring that they’d both miss work.
*****
Yoongi had finally made a full recovery much to both their relief. They were Sitting on the couch watching reruns of an old sitcom. Yoongi was nuzzled in the crook of Namjoon’s arm when Namjoon had a sudden thought.
“Hyung, I’ve known you for four years and this is the first time I’ve seen you sick? Do you not get sick often or what?”
Yoongi craned his neck to looked at Namjoon and shook his head. “No, I get sick pretty often I guess? Usually if the seasons change too fast or something I guess I’ll get sick about once or twice a year.”
“Then why have I never seen you so much as cough? We’ve known each other for years! This shouldn’t have been the first time I get to take care of you!” Namjoon exclaimed truly baffled.
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to the show. “I don’t like to show weakness, so I would avoid you when I felt myself getting sick. Since you didn’t know where I lived I would stay home for a day or two and you wouldn’t know any better.”
Namjoon was speechless as he stared at his lover who just so casually told him that he would actively avoid him. “So, you would avoid me and stay home sick? All alone?” Yoongi confirmed with an impatient nod. “You knew I lived alone in college, so I’d just take cold medicine and sleep for a day.”
“But this is the second year we’ve been living together! Namjoon exclaimed. “How’d you avoid me seeing you sick last year?!”
“You remember when I was trying to close a deal with that popular group?” Namjoon nodded recalling that Yoongi would leave early in the morning and wouldn’t come back home till after the trains and buses had stopped.
“Well I had started to get sick while I was working but I didn’t want to make you worry and I needed to finish arranging the title track so-”
“That’s when you called me and told me you’d be staying at the studio for the night isn’t it?” Yoongi nodded not ashamed to put the truth out there now that everything else had been revealed.
“I seriously needed to finish working and I knew that you’d try and make me stay home-”
“YOU SHOULD’VE RESTED!!!!” Namjoon exclaimed. “You seriously looked like you were on the verge of death when you came back home hyung!”
“But I finished the track though,” Yoongi replied pointily. Namjoon didn’t know what to say there was never any reasoning with Yoongi when it came to prioritizing his health over his work. Yoongi could be on his deathbed and would try and convince Namjoon that there was work to be finished and that he could die later.
“Just- just promise me that you’ll let me take care of you when you feel sick from now on okay? There’s nothing you need to hide from your boyfriend.:”
“Well why do you think I stayed home? I realized that I don’t have to worry about being weak in front of you.” Yoongi said finally sitting up to look Namjoon in the face. Namjoon stared back touched at Yoongi’s casual honestly but it seemed that there was more to be said.
“Besides I didn’t want you to see me like that because the cold medicine- never mind I just don’t like having people around me when I’m sick.” Yoongi tried to cover what he was about to say but it was too late Namjoon wanted to know.
“What about the cold medicine hyung?” he asked curiously.
Yoongi replied with a firm shake of his head refusing to answer. “Don’t worry about it was stupid, I worded it wrong. Drop it.”
Namjoon fell silent pretending to have let the subject go while he continued to think about it until he finally realized what Yoongi was trying to say.
“The cold medicine makes you talk more!” Namjoon said suddenly causing for the older male to jump in surprise. “Because you- what you said the first night….” Namjoon looked away as he recalled the events of last night. Yoongi glared at him but his face betrayed him as it started to go pink with embarrassment.
“Shut up nothing happened that night. I didn’t say anything!”
Namjoon shook his head, “no you definitely told me how much you love me hyung, I even remember you mentioning something about wanting a kid just, so you could see my-”
“AAAAAA I DIDN’T SAY ANY OF THAT STOP LYING!” Yoongi covered his face as his blush deepened. “God this is exactly why I never told you I was sick, you would’ve known about my feelings when we were still-” Yoongi cut himself off realizing that he was once again shooting himself in the foot. Before he could say anything else Yoongi rose and walked back to their bedroom and locked the door so Namjoon couldn’t follow.
“Hyung! What were you going to say? Are you trying to tell me you’ve been in love with me for how long?! Hyung~ answer me!” Namjoon called from the other side of the door trying to get the other to come out. Yoongi avoided him for the rest of the night but that was okay.
Namjoon had a new mission to get Yoongi sick more often so he could receive cute confessions more often.