At a meeting of BTS with fans at a big event, word gets out that there is a known, famous hater attending. But she is armed. Everyone begins looking around for said person, that person being a girl with brown hair. Your eyes catch the girl a few met...
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It was 4 in the morning as Y/n laid in the bed, asleep. She was turned to one side where her wound wasn't so she could get some proper rest. They had put anesthesia to make sure her wound wouldn't bother her as she slept.
The figure stood outside with a bag full of his favorite snacks and a small bouquet of the prettiest purple, pink, and white flowers.
His hands were trembling slightly, as he stood there, wondering if he should go in and make sure she was fine. It would be rude if he didn't and his heart ached to know she was.
With a sigh, he took everything in one hand, careful not to break the bouquet. His hand slowly and shakily reached for the door handle, gently twisting it and quietly pushing the door open.
His eyes instantly fell upon her on the bed, his eyes getting teary at the sight of all the machines surrounding the poor woman laying on the bed.
He slowly and quietly stepped inside, his hand closing the door behind him in the quietest way possible. He, then, moved closer to the bed and placed the things on the table by the bed.
His eyes then slowly glanced at her peaceful face, her lips slightly pouted. The way the woman in front of him jumped to protect him, risking her own life for him.
He saw her as a heroine, as an idol, as an angel. He pulled a chair close to the bed, sitting down quietly and continuing to stare at her. A few tears fell down his cheeks as he watched her sleep.
He felt lucky to have a fan like her. That someone like her existed in this world. He hesitated on what he was about to do, but his hand unconsciously did it anyway.
He tucked some of her hair to the side, seeing it was hiding part of her face. Then, her eyes twitched slightly and she winced while turning to the side.
He was quick to react, eyes wide as he reached over and carefully helped her to lay on her back. He was now hovering over her, hands on her hip and shoulder.
The moment she sighed in relief, he sighed in relief as well. His eyes slowly calmed down and he was about to pull away when he realized his hand was no longer on her hip.
But her hand was holding it.
He gulped nervously, already feeling his heart beginning to slam in his chest as he wondered what to do. He tried pulling it away but her hold only tightened.
He sighed shakily, looking back up at her and sitting down instead. His heart kept beating rapidly as he decided to just watch her sleep, holding her hand back.
