You were in the Boss' bathroom, gently scrubbing at Suga's cheek, trying to get the remainder of the blood off of his beautiful skin. You'd been back home for about an hour, and you promised the Boys you'd meet up with them for a drink after making sure Yoongi wasn't going to bleed to death. He leaned against the counter as you worked, first on the worst of the wounds.
You had cleaned and stitched the big laceration in his arm -- it would scar, but your stitches were neat and tidy, so hopefully not too badly. Yoongi tsked and circled your wrist with his slender fingers, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist, smiling up at you.
He wrapped his arm around your waist and jerked you against him, resting his cheek against your breast over your heart and closing his eyes as you dropped the washcloth into the sink.
"I missed you, Kitten," he said, listening to your heart beat. "I wish I could kill Dae all over again for what he put you through." Yoongi pulled back and reached up, gently tracing the bruise over your cheek with the backs of his knuckles.
"I know," you answered, pressing a kiss into his hair. "But while I'm glad he's dead, I was really worried for you. You really could've been hurt, Suga."
"Hah," he grinned, pulling back and smiling up at you, eyes crinkling. "Not with you watching me, Kitten. I'll never lose in front of you."
You shook your head and pulled away, grabbing the washcloth. "Sit still, let me finish." You managed to get the rest of the blood off of his face and neck, despite his good-natured grumbling. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he liked you taking care of him like this.
It made him happy. And while he was beyond glad to have you home, he was even more relieved that you were safe, mostly unharmed, and back where you belonged. Home. Yoongi let out a sigh and tipped his head back, letting you finish up, a small smile on his lips.
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You and the Boys were a few drinks in, celebrating your victory over completely decimating the Black Roses. Not just that, but the fact that you and Jungkook were both home again, where you belonged. You hiccupped and shook your head as Tae came over and refilled your drink; Jimin had specifically made Mai-Tai's in your honor. When you tried to say no, though, boos and hisses flew at you from all seven boys, so you eventually relented, laughing.
