Mr. Nurse
Type: Fluff, comedy
Requested by: @MarkShiki
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It was that time of the year again, that time of the year where you'd always get horribly sick. From diarrhea to vomiting. All the things that made you unpleasant to look at. You always thought your face looked like a cows ass after.

But who was the one that always helped you? The one that alway made you feel better? Your boyfriend Namjoon of course.

Everything about him was perfect, and the fact that he'd go out of his way to take care of you when you were basically unfuckable, it was a huge turn on. Though he would definitely still touch you and do things to you like... of course, this isn't a smut so we won't be talking about that.

It had started at work. You had noticed it was the horrible head aches. Nothing would help. Then it was the burning eyes and a throat stripping cough. And once that started, everything came along with it. Just hand in hand like they were best friends.

When Namjoon was taking a huge crap one day, you were basically banging on the door for him open it. When you were sick, your anus was definitely not as strong as it should be at clinching. You were basically going to crap yourself, and your apartment only had one bathroom. The horrible thing was, a couple of minutes ago Namjoon had a burrito from a Mexican restaurant. Mexican food did NOT set well with his stomach.

He can be in there for an hour, tops, shitting out his intestines and it still wouldn't be enough. "Namjoon! Hurry up!" You scream. "I'm trying!" He yells back groaning as he tried his hardest to get that burrito out of his system. You were so close to running to the neighbors apartment and using their bathroom. But you knew that it would ruin your relationship with them because of how their house would smell after. Like a whole fucken farm died.

Finally you hear the toilet flush and you prep yourself. Then you hear the sink. You smack the door. "Stop washing your hands!" You scream. "I'm not very clean when it comes to wiping my ass after Mexican, you should know this already!" He finally opens the door and you barge inside. Pushing him out and locking the door as fast as you could.

You were going to explode any second. Then it happened. Chocolate rain.

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You lay in bed staring at the wall. "Ah. Don't be so sad y/n. A lot of people crap themselves when they're sick." He says, not making you feel any better about yourself because he looked like he was dying trying not to laugh. You shoot him a look. "If you wouldn't have washed your hands I would have made it." You spit. His eyebrows knit and you knew you would get shit from him, more shit that came out of both of you today.

"My hands had shit on them! And you wanted me to just walk out all happy and dandy? What was I supposed to do? Wash my hands in the kitchen sink and leave a happy chocolate surprise on our plates and bowls? No! I don't think so!" You couldn't help but laugh. His dimple appears and he starts to chuckle. He walks over to you and kisses your head.

He quickly pulls away. "Dear God y/n. You're burning up." He says as he sets the back of his hand on your forehead. But besides the thought of you crapping your pants and your cough, you felt completely fine. "Lay back, baby." He say. "Namjoon. I'm fine I-" You're cut short from a brain banging pain. He slowly pushes you down into the bed. "Its okay y/n. Don't worry. I'll take care of you." He says.

You shoot him a little look. "Like how?" You ask. "By making-" You cut him off. "Not food right? You can't even cut an onion." You say. He frowns. "I can make canned soup." You press your hands to your head. "Dear Jesus Namjoon. Please don't burn down the kitchen." You plead. "Oh. My gosh Y/n. I'm not that bad at cooking." He says.

You blink a couple of times and look at his face. "You burnt-" ,"That was one time!" He screams making you laugh. He runs his fingers through your hair. "I'll take care of you. And I promise I won't burn the apartment down." He says. You chuckle lightly, feeling a bit drowsy.

"Get some rest baby girl. And I'll wake you up when I've made your soup." He kisses your head. "Make sure to read the directions correctly." You say. "I know I will." He says right away. "Ready them three times." You add even quieter. "I know." He whispers back. "Make sure..." You slowly drift off into a light sleep.

But the thought of Namjoon burning something worried you.

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Hours later
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"Wake up babe. I made your soup." You hear him call you. It was hard to open your eyes. They burned, your throat had gone sore, your head was throbbing. "Slowly, y/n. Be careful." He whispers. You're finally able to open your eyes when you were sitting up enough. He presses his hand against your forehead. "Ugh. You're still extremely hot. This can't be good." He whispers.

You cover your mouth other your blanket before howling a throat stripping cough. You bend your legs when he's ready to sit in front of you. He sits with the bowl in his hand. Your eyes widen, the soup looked delicious. He grabs the spoon and scoops up noodles and other vegetables.

He blows the steam and slowly leads it to your mouth. You automatically open wide and you great the warm soup. The juice of the soup slithered down your sore throat. The soup some how gave you relief, it made you feel relaxed. "Is it okay?" He asks. You smile and nod. "If I could kiss you I would. This soup is delicious Namjoon. I'm a bit surprised." His dimple appears when he slowly smiles.

"I'm glad you like it. Now can I continue to feed you?" He asks. You nod quickly sitting back. He continues to feed you spoon fulls of the delicious soup. And soon you were done with the whole bowl and you were feeling much better. He cleaned the bowl and laid with you in bed. You had told him numerous times that you were sick and contagious. But he didn't care.

He hugged you from behind so that you can cough away from him, he still wanted to hold you. You felt hot and stuffy from all the heat, but you didn't mind. You were with your man, and you knew that by the end of the week you'd be better because of how amazing Namjoon was at taking care of you.

"I love you." He whispered in your ear as you fell asleep and he rubbed your back. "I love you too." You whisper.

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