The sequel of 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘕 • 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 1
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮?
➵ fluff to make your heart flutter 💖
➵ some smut moments... just because 😏
➵ a happy ending for everybody
➵ main characters...
I walked down the fancy hallway, my pocket feeling heavier than before.
My fingers tightened around the group therapy's flyer.
How does she do it? I wondered.
I felt my lower lip trembling.
What's so different between us?
I couldn't wrap my head around it.
How come Chohee managed so easily to reach out for help when the idea only was making me feel ...sick?
A nurse showed me the room door for - the one and only - BTS Suga, and I stopped in front of it.
I breathed for some long minutes, recomposing myself, before pushing the door.
Wow.
It was better than my apartment.
Actually, there were even more rooms than my current studio apartment.
I walked through a little living room area before pushing a heavy velvet curtain. Behind it, the most spacious hospital room was standing proud.
Yoongi was lying down on what looked like an actual hospital bed. His arm and shoulder were stuck into a shoulder splint, his hair messy and his eyes tired.
"Yejin-ah."
He greeted me, raising his fist in the air, and I bumped it with mine.
"Long time no see," I gave him a small smile.
It felt so warm in this fancy hospital room, I got rid of my heavy winter coat and boots by the entrance.
"Are you alone?" Yoongi frowned, his eyes looking at the velvet curtain I came from as if someone else was about to come out of it.
"Yes..." I answered in a low voice, grabbing a pillow on the armchair next to him.
He looked so tired, I thought I could try to give him a good time at least.
"I'm here for revenge..." I spoke in a menacing tone, holding the pillow over my head. "For all the times you asked your former tour manager for kebab... at 3 AM in the morning!"
I smashed the pillow against his not-injured side, and he laughed.
"Do you even know how to translate lambs skewers in Japanese?!" I hit him again, jokingly.
"What can I say..." he chuckled, grabbing the pillow from me and placing it behind his head. "I love kebab."
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I sat down on the comfy armchair by his side, my feet coming against the metallic part of his bed.
"I was supposed to come with Tae and Micha," I told him. "But they're stuck at the airport. Her mother's flight got delayed."
