Dear Neighbour

→ TWENTY-EIGHT

Your typical Sunday mornings should be very peaceful.

Waking up to birds chirping, morning rays streaming through the curtains, and a whiff of the sweet morning breeze. But not Seokjin's, he was woken up by a strong whiff of alcohol mixed with a scent, that's almost identical to a fart, that came right after loud snores beside his ear. His eyes snapped open as another loud snore went off followed by the foul smell that went past his nose.

It honestly smelt like garbage.

"Oh my gosh! Your breath stinks!"

Seokjin yelped pushing away Namjoon's face with both of his hands causing the younger to groan and have his face contorted in a funny way.

"Mffm shut –umfp"

Namjoon mumbled against Jin's forceful hands and slaped it away before turning his back on the older. Seokjin wanted to puke.

"Your breath smells like ass, good God!"

Jin hissed and made gagging noises before climbing out of bed. He walked over to the couch in the living room. Jin was a bit dizzy, not only because of his brisk way of standing up from the bed but partly because of Namjoon's breath.

Seriously it smelt like ass.

But wait –why was he on the bed with me?

Seokjin thought to himself, while twisting his body making his tired bones click.

"Jin-hyuuuung"

Namjoon whines from the bedroom, and that alone made Jin roll his eyes because he knows Namjoon needs something again.

"What?"

"Jin-hyung, come here please"

He whines again, then the older sighs pushing himself off the couch sluggishly walking back to the bedroom.

"I think I have a fever, hyung"

Namjoon says his voice hoarse as he wrapped himself in his sheets barely peeking his head out. Seokjin then walks over to where he was, tugging off the blankets before pressing the back of his hand against Namjoon's forehead. He did have a light fever.

"What do you need?"

"Please make me something to eat.."

**

After Namjoon finishes his bowl in bed, he sat up straight letting the food go down a bit before lying back on the bed.

"Jin-hyuuung, can you please give me some medicine for hangover it’s in the top drawers in the kitchen"

"Am I your maid or something?"

"No, but please it's the last. I promise"

Namjoon pleads giving Seokjin his puppy dog eyes, causing the older to groan and trudge back into the living room going to the kitchen.

"Here.."

"Thank you, hyung"

"You shouldn't have drank that much alcohol if you couldn't handle it"

Seokjin scolds, his hyung nature coming out.

"I was just fine yesterday though.."

"Yeah but still if you knew you couldn't handle it, then you should've drank moderately"

Jin didn't mean to sound that harsh but he couldn't help it, he was worried about Namjoon.

"Okay, mom. I will keep that in mind"

Namjoon rolls his eyes, then Seokjin came over to him and pressed the back of his hand on Namjoon's forehead again, a little harsher than before.

Seokjin sighs as the younger's fever was not going down anytime soon. he was about to leave to get a cloth and small basin filled with cold water but he felt fingers wrap around his wrist stopping him from leaving.

"Stay"

"I'm just gonna get you some wet clo-"

"No, just stay with me"