welcome to the community ! <333 How about Namjoon with a high fever from stress? Likeee 102.1 ? And They're at a interview in the USA and he;s' the only one who can speak english. Maybe he throws up once too?
<33333 my names Ariana by the way! I'm really excited for another Namjoon blog! I love him so much <3
Hi Ariana! Yes of course! Here it is! TW: sickness, fever, emeto
102.1
“...yes, that’s right,” Namjoon nodded. He’d completely forgotten the question – something about their trainee days or something, but as he saw Jungkook’s head nod, he went along with it. Namjoon took a deep breath and tried to shake away the deep headache and discomfort spread through his freezing body. He knew he had a fever – a high one, definitely. And he couldn’t wait to get out of this interview. He looked at the clock on the other side of the room. One more minute. He could wait. He was the only one who spoke English, so everything was on his shoulders now. But one minute was all more he had to do. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and focused back on the interviewer.
“RM, what would you say is the biggest strength of each member? And yourself?”
Namjoon thought for a moment, processing as best he could through his foggy brain. “Well, I think…Jungkook is very…he’s…hardworking. For V, I think he’s really …a good performer. And Jimin. He’s very kind to me and the others…” Namjoon paused and swallowed. He felt like he was choking on something.
“And you?”
“I’m…”
“Handsome!” Seokjin shouted, putting Namjoon’s face in his hands.
“Very big body!” Hoseok added.
Namjoon managed a smile.
The interviewer laughed. “Can you ask all the members, please, what their favorite trait about each other is?”
Namjoon groaned internally, but nodded and smiled on the outside. “Sure.” He turned to the others and asked them in Korean, then sighed as they started to talk. They were able to get their points across, and Namjoon, for the most part, could just stare at the wall and try not to whine in discomfort.
By the time the interview was over, Namjoon felt like he was on autopilot. He walked slowly out of the room and towards the cars bringing them back to the hotel. All the other members were talking to each other in pairs, so Namjoon was walking by himself now. He sat in the backseat of the first car in between Yoongi and Seokjin. The seat was cramped, and it was starting to make him feel slightly nauseated. His breath was shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened them again. He wasn’t sure what to do. He was freezing, but he had no jacket. Yoongi seemed to sense that something was wrong, “Namu-yah, what’s wrong?” he asked.
Namjoon shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You’re pale. You’re sweating. Something’s wrong,” Yoongi countered. Seokjin shut off his phone and looked over at Namjoon.
“What’s wrong?”
Namjoon clenched his jaw, suddenly feeling cornered. “N–”
Yoongi put his hand on Namjoon’s forehead and gasped. “Aigoo, Namjoonie…” he muttered. “I knew it. You’re burning up.” He stroked Namjoon’s hair back.
Namjoon sighed, resigning and leaning into the touch. Seokjin felt Namjoon’s forehead too, “You poor thing..” he said softly. “You must have been feeling badly the whole time.” He grabbed a tissue from his bag and wiped the sweat from Namjoon’s brow gently. “You need some rest, Joonie.”
“You can walk, right? Just to the room?” Yoongi asked, and Namjoon nodded. The car pulled up, and all three walked out, Seokjin linking arms with Namjoon for a small bit of support. They started walking towards the elevator
“Wait…” Namjoon said. “We have another interview tonight. Jimmy Fallon..”
“We’ll be alright without you. We can speak English, too, you know?” Seokjin said, but Namjoon just grimaced. Seokjin’s smile faded. “What’s wrong?” The elevator opened, and they stepped inside.
“I feel sick,” Namjoon whispered.
“How?”
“I need to throw up.”
“Ok,” Yoongi said softly. “Just wait a little bit. We’re gonna be at the room soon. Namjoon nodded again, swallowing rather loudly. Yoongi and Seokjin glanced at each other in concern, both nodding at the other as the elevator started moving. Namjoon somehow felt even warmer than before, Seokjin thought. He was tempted to feel his forehead again, but he should probably wait until his hands – and Namjoon’s forehead – were clean.
The elevator opened, and Seokjin led Namjoon to the room with Yoongi trailing behind them. The others were already waiting inside, and turned around when they saw everyone walk in.
“Namjoonah, why don’t you sit on Jimin’s bed, okay?” Yoongi suggested. It was closest to the bathroom.
“Hyungs? What happened?” Jimin asked, setting his phone down and standing up. Seokjin helped Namjoon onto the bed. He was getting weaker every second, and he was shaking as soon as Seokjin let go of him.
“Namjoonie’s sick. He has a fever.”
Namjoon suddenly gagged and coughed, and all eyes in the room turned to him. “Hyung.” he mumbled. “Bathroom.”
Seokjin helped Namjoon up as quickly as he could manage without hurting his dongsaeng and led him to the bathroom, opening the toilet lid for him. Namjoon instantly gagged again, this time bringing up his small lunch of rice, kimchi, and instant ramen. He squeezed his eyes shut and Seokjin held his head in place so it wouldn’t get messy. Seokjin stroked Namjoon’s hair gently. “Good job, Namjoon,” he purred. “You’re doing so well.” Namjoon coughed and moaned but Jin just quieted him again. “You’re good, Joon. You’re OK.”
Namjoon panted for a minute, pushing his hair back. Seokjin bent down to flush the toilet. “All done? OK?”
“Yeah.” Namjoon’s voice was raspy and he sounded exhausted.
“Wash your hands and brush your teeth if you can, and then let’s get back into bed.”
Namjoon nodded and turned on the tap, but he was swaying. He looked like he could faint. Seokjin put a hand on his back to steady him. “I’ll just get you a mint instead, then. You shouldn’t stand for this long if you’re this weak.” Namjoon nodded in agreement and dried his hands. “OK, let’s go back to bed, now,” Seokjin said, and Namjoon nodded. Seokjin helped bring Namjoon back to Jimin’s bed and pulled the covers over him. Namjoon was shaking even more now.
All of the hyungs and dongsaengs stared at or walked over to the bed, Jimin and Hoseok first. “What happened?” Jimin asked, looking at Yoongi.
“We don’t know. He must have been feeling bad all day. He barely ate anything for lunch.”
“Yeah, but what happened? What’s wrong with him?” Jimin asked, and Namjoon coughed, not a fan of being talked about.
“He has a fever. And he’s throwing up now too. Do we have a thermometer?” Yoongi asked.
For a moment, there was silence and everyone looked at each other hoping someone else would have something to say.
Jungkook said, “Namjoonie-hyung does. He always brings one, because he knows he gets stress fevers.”
“Good,” Yoongi said, “Get it out of his bag.” Jimin nodded, rushing to Namjoon’s suitcase and fumbling around until he found it, then rushed over to the bed and handed it to Yoongi.
“Namjoonie-yah, open your mouth for me.” Namjoon opened his mouth and Yoongi placed the thermometer under his tongue. Namjoon made a slight gagging sound and opened his mouth, but Yoongi pushed his chin up and shut it again for him. “Just a few more seconds, Namjoon, I’m sorry,” he said softly. After ten seconds, he took it out and gasped.
“102.1…God,” he said softly.
“What is it?” Jungkook said, and everyone rushed to the bed.
“He’s burning. 102.1 degrees.”
“We need to get him to a hospital,” Taehyung said.
“No, he just needs a bath–” interjected Jimin.
“Hospital, right now,” Yoongi argued,
“No. Just some medication and rest,” Seokjin countered.
“We could at least take him to urgent care.” Hoseok said. Jungkook was silent, worry in his eyes and staring at his hyung. Seokjin looked at him. He looked so scared. But they could really stress Namjoon out by bringing him out of the hotel room.
“Medication, a bath, and rest. No hospital,” Seokjin declared.
“But–”
“No. I’m the oldest, so I make the call. We aren’t bringing him to a hospital. There’ll be paparazzi there, and we don’t need to stress him out more.” It was final, and no one argued.
“Namjoonie, bath now or later?” Yoongi asked him gently. Namjoon had been silent the whole time, shaking and pale but too tired to say anything or move.
Namjoon let out a sound that was close enough to “Now”. Yoongi nodded.
“Get some rest, then.” He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all approaching the bed in unison. Yoongi sighed. “Really?”
“Yes,” Jimin whispered, and they all slowly crawled into the bed next to Namjoon. The maknae line’s favorite thing was cuddling with Namjoon, and they’d take any opportunity they could. Namjoon smiled slightly as he felt Taehyung curl up against his side, Jungkook on his other, and Jimin sitting up kissing his forehead. Yoongi’s frown of exasperation morphed into a smile, and when he looked back at the other hyungs, they were smiling too.
Namjoon could rest now.
