ANGEL MASK

Part 4

His headache increased, the ringing a nuisance. Yoongi did nothing though to aid his growing headache, choosing to stay and hold your cold hand instead.

He felt alone when he wasn't at your side.
Time for him was immensely agonizingly slow. Without your chuckles, your terrible jokes - everything that made you you, life was meritless. He stayed at your side, uselessly talking to you about his long, exhausting day whilst brushing your growing hair, doing your nails just to your liking, and placing a bouquet of fresh flowers when the previous ones withered away.

Yoongi honestly believed that this was it. That that was it for him for the rest of eternity, miserable without you and Sunhee at his side.

"Please come back to me." He whispered and in one afternoon, you did.

'Yoongi!" Jungkook's thumping footsteps blared through the home's hallway. When he opened the door, the man was welcomed with an unwanted sight. "Woah!" He raised his hands, eyeing the gun in Yoongis' hands, pointed straight at him. "Not that kind of emergency."

"Then what the hell are you running like a maniac and calling out for me for you idiot? What's going on?" Yoongi scowled. He could never be too careful. Ever since that night, he was in alarm.

"It's Y/n. She's awake."

Yoongi ran like his life depended, desperate to see you.

Like a maniac, you tore at the wires in your arms and at the nasogastric tube in your nose, screaming at Yoongi to stay away. "Baby, calm down, it's me sweetheart it's me." His arms were up in warning, hoping that you understood that he meant you no harm.

"Stay away!" You cried, "Stay away you piece of shit! Don't touch me!"

"Y/n it's me, look at me, look at me, it's me, Yoongi sweetheart. You're my wife, look." He moved the silver wedding band with his thumb. "You're safe baby. You're okay." He soothed, stepping closer."

"I want to leave, let me go."

"What?" His brows furrowed and the fear crept over him once again, fear that you had suffered memory loss and forgotten about him. "Sweetheart, you're not maki-"

"I'm leaving." You snapped, walking towards the open doorway. "Don't touch me!" Stop!"

"I just want you to calm down, baby." He muttered, pinning your body to his chest. "Please just sit down okay?"

"No! No, let me go!" You writhed in his hold, but to no avail. The lack of nutrition and the lack of using your body, made you weak. "Let me go." You whimpered. Legs shaking for a few seconds before they gave out, causing you to land on the ground with Yoongi holding you from behind.

"It's your fault." You croaked. "She's dead because of you. My baby is dead."

He shut his eyes in sympathy, in pain and in guilt. He could do nothing but hold you because your words carried the heavy truth he understood since that nightmare day.