The Secret Between Two [A Min Yoongi ff]

Aftercare

Waking up that next morning was nothing but blissful.

I was wrapped up tightly in the arms of the man I loved so much. The man I missed so much. It was a feeling that I had missed for far too long.

I was scared to open my eyes though.

I was afraid that this situation wasn't a reality, eventhough I felt everything.

I felt his arms wrapped around me.

I felt our legs entangled.

I felt his heartbeat.

And I felt his breath tickling my skin.

When I finally relaxed myself and told myself this is real, I opened my eyes.

"Good morning my love," Yoongi whispered as soon as I opened my eyes.

"Good morning," I hummed.

Our faces were centimeters apart and I wanted to be able to look at his face. So I wiggled a little from his grasp and observed:

His eyes were red and puffy.

His lips were swollen.

And he held a pout on his face since I had just moved away from him, eventhough it wasn't much that I had moved.

"How long have you been up," I questioned him before I took my hand that was on his chest and rubbed his face.

He picked his head up a little and looked at the analog clock on the wall. "Three hours."

It was my turn to pick up my head and I look at the clock which read 6:04 am.

I looked back to him and his lips formed a small smile "I couldn't sleep much. In fact I haven't slept much in months. I just missed you so much. Your laugh, your smile, and your love. It feels surreal right now."

I leaned forward and pecked him gently on the lips in agreement. He smiled slightly, then winced from the pain.

Honestly I had completely forgotten what had brought us back together.

I forgot we were in a hospital.

I forgot about him in this hospital gown.

I forgot about all these cords.

And I forgot about his surgery and his pain.

To me, it was like we were up in our "love nest" waking up next to each other, and not in a depressing hospital.

"Fuck," Yoongi had groaned out in pain, which threw me out of my thoughts.

He began to breathe heavily.

"Yoongi-" I stared to say

"Do you think you could get off the bed," he said cutting me off in a very strained tone.

I nodded my head and swiftly and carefully removed myself from his bed. Standing up anxiously waiting.

With a big huff he lied down flat on his back and was still breathing heavily.

"Yoon-"

"I'm fine," he cut me off again.

His face had a contorted look of pain and his eyes were tightly shut. His heavy breathing continued and he shot his hand down to the side of his stomach where he had just had the surgery less than 24 hours ago.

I froze I didn't know what to do.

He was just clutching his side and everytime I tried to get close to him, to help him, he shooed me away.