Black Diamonds are Bulletproof | MYG

Part 92

The week in Seoul was spent mostly in bed, but not quite as you had wanted originally.

Thursday and Friday were spent evaluating what had been brought into the dorm fridge and you and Yoongi spent time with just the two of you in the dorm, getting that alone time you had wanted. The guys scattered to their own places, though the magnae indicated they'd be back by Monday. Yoongi had teased that they needed to call first and you had nearly died of embarrassment but took the teasing from your brothers as due course.

You spent time on Thursday, doing nothing but sleeping, cooking, and reading in bed. Finally on Friday, you were able to convince Yoongi that just because your shoulder hurt a little, didn't mean you were made entirely of fragile glass.

And by convincing, you really had just used your mouth, tongue, and hands to show him that you felt just fine, until he had given in and taken you into his arms. He seemed to have missed you, just as much as you missed him, since it didn't really take much convincing at all. You were just thrilled no one was in the dorm, for you were certain that by the time Yoongi was assured that you were satisfied, your cries and moans must have reverberated throughout every single room in the dorm.

Making love with Yoongi was just as healing as any combination of medicine and rest for you, and the sleep you fell into after he had worn you out, had been the true sleep you'd been missing.

And later when you thought about it, that's what triggered the worst of the attacks. Nothing else made you feel as safe, as loved, as warm, as comforted as being at your most vulnerable in Yoongi's arms. It was as if your body recognized that this was a safe space to fall apart in and took the opportunity.

You woke up Saturday morning and could feel how your insides were twisting, the dry mouth starting up and your head was banging out its own tempo. All the things you associated with a bad attack. Yoongi was still asleep, but you risked it and nudged him awake.

"Yoongiah, I think I'm going to have a panic attack," you explained when he was mildly awake. He nodded and sat up to climb over you. He knelt down in front of where you sat on the bed and looked in your eyes before he nodded.

"Alright, we knew this was coming. What triggered it now," he asked, and you explained your theory about being safe with him.

His eyes got bright for a moment with unshed tears, and he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours.

"Safe and home are two words that didn't use to mean a lot to me Babygirl, but right now, they're both completely wrapped around you. It's good to know it's a feeling that's reciprocated, even if you show it in weird ways sometimes," he said softly, and you took the moment to just breath in the scent of him.

Waiting for a panic attack you know is coming feels a bit like waiting for a sneeze. This one had been hovering since you woke up in the Sydney hospital and though you'd hoped you could avoid it, apparently you were just waiting for a safe space.

You watched Yoongi move around the room and he went to gather some things from the kitchen. When he came back, he tucked some water bottles onto the nightstand. Then he came back to bed and wrapped himself around you, until your back was against his chest, and he was leaning against the headboard.

"I let Jiminie and Tae know Babygirl, just in case it gets so bad I need help," he murmured in your ear and you sighed a bit. "I don't mean to cause so many problems," you said quietly, and he caught your chin in his hand and twisted your head a bit.

"I called them Anae, because I am concerned that I might have my own panic attack," he said, and you twisted all the way around. Your eyes wide you caught his face in both hands.