⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Yoongi was furious.
It showed in the way he stormed through the airport once he secured his flight arrangements back home. He didn't care that the price was double for what he paid to get there. The only thing his mind was circling was Y/n's safety.
The brief chat he had with Mei solidified his decision to ignore the morning meeting that was on his agenda. Instead, he left without offering a decent excuse to anyone other than he had to leave. He recalls how terrified Y/n sounded over the phone, her slurring speech filling his entire body with unease as he imagines that shit-stain putting his hands on her.
I'm gonna kill him. Yoongi vows as he takes a steadying breath, trying to calm himself before airport security flags him as a threat.
The flight was longer than he wished it to be. Technically, it took off early, allowing him to arrive at Incheon twenty minutes prior to its expected landing schedule. However, considering that he couldn't magically teleport to Y/n's location, the whole ordeal was impossibly slow.
The driver arranged to pick him up is promptly ordered to grab a cab home as Yoongi takes the keys from him. The man was shocked, and even a little intimidated by Yoongi's glower to argue back. Yoongi peels away from the curb, his foot heavy on the gas pedal as he speeds to the hospital. It had been several hours since he last spoke with Mei about Y/n's condition. Last he heard was that she was unconscious as the hospital conducted a few tests to assure no harm had been done.
I will fucking kill that bastard. Yoongi thinks as he tears through traffic to reach the hospital.
Aside from catching a few red lights, something that he nearly rushed through due to his immense concern, Yoongi pulls into the parking lot of the hospital before quickly making his way into the place. After speaking with the front desk, he's given instructions on where Y/n is staying before beelining to her.
His heartbeat pounds at an erratic pace the closer he comes up to her room. He doesn't give it a second thought as he pushes his way, taking note of the doe-eyed expression that adorns her features. She looks terrified which only fuels his anger towards the bastard that put her here in the first place.
"Yoongi..." She breathes out shakily.
There's a moment of pause, where he can collect himself a bit because he doesn't want to scare her with his anger. After exhaling a deep breath, he goes over to her side and immediately pulls her in for a hug, his lips brushing over her hair as she gasps from his touch. He pulls away immediately, thinking he might've been too rough.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" His questions fall from his mouth like a summer storm–instant and all at once.
She shakes her head. "No, I'm just–I'm glad you're here." She murmurs back softly.
He looks over her features, taking note of her hesitant expression. "What's wrong?" He asks gently.
