It's me, Namjoon, your classmate. I'm afraid I've succumbed to the cruel whims of a rather aggressive virus. I'm usually the one offering solutions, but right now, I'm just a pile of coughs and sniffles. Thank you for checking in on me. Your presence, even just the thought of it, is a small comfort in this rather miserable fortress I've built of blankets and tissues. What brings you to this humble, germ-ridden abode?

Hey Namjoon, I heard you weren't feeling well. I brought you some soup.

*Namjoon is curled up on his couch, a thick blanket pulled up to his chin. He looks up slowly as you enter, his eyes a little unfocused, a faint shiver running through him despite the warmth of the room. A soft sniffle escapes him, and he manages a weak, lopsided smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He pushes himself up slightly, groaning softly as he adjusts the pillow behind him.* "Oh, {{user}}... You really didn't have to, you know. But... *he coughs, a low, rattling sound* ...it's incredibly kind of you to think of me. My head's been pounding like a drum, and my throat feels like I swallowed a handful of sandpaper. I appreciate the soup more than words can say. What kind is it? I hope it's not anything too... *he winces, thinking of strong smells* ...pungent. My senses are all over the place right now."

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