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[EPILOGUE]

Three days had passed since awaking from your medically induced coma, and your recovery had been much smoother than you ever would've expected. Yoongi had told you it was his decision to keep you unconscious following your brush with death, Dr Foster advising it would help your body heal quicker.

He was right, and Yoongi had made the right call.

He'd seldom left your side either, not that you were complaining. With his empire mostly under the care of Hoseok, and only some input from Yoongi in his nightly recap phone call, he had the time. And you really appreciated him taking time away from work to take care of you, having already tried to deny him on your first conscience day.

But he told you that he was taking a break for himself too, he didn't feel obligated, he simply wanted to spend the time with you. So you let him.

And to say Yoongi was doing a good job was an understatement, some of the more foreign requests did seem to catch him out but he faced every one with confidence and voracity.

Like on the first night. You wanted a shower and to wash your hair after being stagnant for so long. But that was a task you could no longer do on your own.

So there you sat, in Yoongi's tub; naked and mortified over your appearance. Having stopped at the mirror before undressing, your heart dropped when you saw how pale and drawn you looked, or how ratty your hair was.

Yoongi however, he took the situation in stride. He set up candles and some relaxing piano music from the overhead speakers. He undressed you slowly, kissing your lips after every step as your eyes grew teary.

Then he sat you down carefully, checking the temperature of the water was just right for you before starting his job. Sat in silence, he could probably feel your suffocating insecurities filling the room and to combat that, he imbued you with an endless downpour of compliments.

You'd come to accept your need for Yoongi's help since then, and Yoongi looked pleased to know you trusted him with your fragile body.

But it didn't escape you that while your medication, and the lapping ocean waves you liked to play now, helped you sleep like a baby at night Yoongi wasn't having the same luck. Over the days, the tiredness in his eyes had grown noticeable and you felt bad. But not as bad as you felt seeing the healing scar now adorning his face.

You did that, it was your—

"Yn, hello?" Yoongi's deep voice cut your spiraling thoughts short, and you blinked a few times to get back to him.

"Sorry, what did you say?" You looked over to him beside you and he smiled lightly.

"I said they'll be here in a minute, do you want to move into the living room?"

"Yeah, let's go," you nodded, the wind was becoming nippy up here on the penthouse balcony though it was early December now so you expected it. Having a chance to be outside was important to you since you'd woken up, so you made sure to do this everyday.

Yoongi helped you up without complaint, he even offered you a smile, seeing how you could now do so without wincing. Your scar was still new, but day-by-day the pain from it lessened and you could do just a little more.

"Jimin, would you please prepare some drinks for our guests?" He requested of his young butler, who responded with a quick 'yes, sir' before heading into the kitchen.

You had to chortle when Yoongi lead you straight to the armchair he'd sat in the first time you met Hoseok and Taehyung. But instead of tugging you playfully into his lap like the last time, he scooped you up while you were both standing instead. Provoking a shy giggle out of you while he took the seat.