Angel (Yoongi x Reader)

Chapter 21

Y/N POV:

I felt like I was floating in warm water, the feeling so nice and comforting that I never wanted to leave it. From what seemed liked far away, I could hear my name being called with a plea wake up. I attempted to open my eyes, but the lights were too bright, hurting my eyes, forcing them to close again. I tried to move but I felt a sharp pain in my side, which made me cry out in agony before the pain pulled me into a silent darkness that I craved.

The next time I opened my eyes, the room was subdued. I carefully looked around, noticing that the room I was in was not the room that Yoongi had been keeping me in. This room had dark grey walls and heavy drapes across the windows, blocking out any light and I could not tell if it was day or night. The only light came from a dim lap on the table next to the bed.

I felt an unfamiliar hand gripping mine and I looked down to see pale fingers holding tightly to my own. I followed the pale hand to an equally pale arm, up to the sleeve of a black t-shirt. I followed the t-shirt up to a strong veiny neck and a pale face that I recognized. His eyes were closed, his pretty lips were tense, and even in sleep he seemed worried, two little lines between his dark brows the only indication. Yoongi. Why was Yoongi holding my hand so sweetly?

Wanting to pull away, I attempted to move, but I couldn't. My body felt so unbelievably weak and I tried to remember what happened. I had been in the room I was being held in and Soren had come in, promising to help me escape. She had led me towards the woods.... then stabbed me. This man's girlfriend had done this to me. So why was he holding my hand in this manner? As much as I wanted to run away, I couldn't. The pull of the quiet blackness was too tempting and although I tried to fight it, it pulled me back under.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was bright. The drapes had been opened and from the placement of the sun, I guessed it to be late morning. Realizing that I was alone, I slowly sat up, the pain from my side suddenly sharp and throbbing. If I lay still, the pain wasn't too bad, but any type of movement and it felt like someone was shoving a red-hot branding iron through my skin.

"No no sweetie. Please don't try to move. You're going to rip your stitches." A warm but worried voice filled the room and I looked up, immediately recognizing Jin. He was carrying a tray and had a tentative smile on his face. As he approached me, I remembered Soren's words and I wanted to move away but the sharp pain in my side prevented me from moving too far, too quickly.

Jin set the tray down on the bedside table and reached for my hand, which I immediately jerked away. "Don't touch me!" The shrillness of my voice surprised even me and the hurt that filled Jin's eyes surprised me even more.

"Why? Why are you so afraid of us? Afraid of me?" Jin's words were soft and filled with grief.

"Why? Why wouldn't I be? All you're planning to do is kill me. Of course I'm afraid of you." Soren's words filled my mind and I could feel the panic start to rise in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The fear was starting to overtake me and I didn't know what to do.

Jin's eyes filled with worry and he quickly stood, hurried over to the door and called for someone. My mind began to blur and I didn't know what was happening.

I heard a set of rushed footsteps and someone climbing into the bed with me. They climbed behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist, pulling me back into a warm firm chest. I was panting, trying to take a breath but it felt like it kept getting caught in my throat and I wasn't getting enough oxygen. The soft sweet voice that whispered in my ear sounded vaguely familiar along with the scent of sandalwood and some citrusy cologne that filled my nose, calming me. The person behind me gently rocked me back and forth, nuzzling their nose into my neck, and holding me tightly. The combination of the warm embrace and the soft voice whispering in my ear calmed my mind, calmed my heart.