What never should've happened.

Waking up together

Yoongi's POV 

He couldn't sleep. He was exhausted, and he couldn't sleep. The fear of something happening to you if he drifted off scared the shit out of him.

Yoongi couldn't understand how you had been able to tell him your story and still be standing in one piece when he was breaking on the inside.

Knowing  now what you had gone through, the abuse, the neglect, the injuries…it was too much. What amazed him the most was that you had managed to survive and to overcome it enough to be able to move to a whole other country, try new challenges, and allow yourself to date again.

He hadn't had a clue of how much it had taken for you to open up to him. He wasn't sure if he was worthy of your time. How could someone as precious as you, as strong, smart, and beautiful could even look at him?

What was he? A singer. That was it. He had nothing going for him, whereas you…you were everything. He held you closer, afraid that you were going to go up in smoke because there was no way you were real. How could you be?

Hans Mitchell…If he ever got his hands on that motherfucker, he was going to kill him.

Tiredness eventually got the best of him, but it was your scent surrounding him that calmed him enough to close his eyes and surrender to sleep.

His alarm rang at a quarter to six, his phone coming to life when it went off. It began vibrating like crazy with missed calls and unread texts.

Yoongi darted to the nightstand to pick it up and silence it while you stirred but didn't fully wake up. He fired up his IMs and he was sure he was going to get hell today.

His messages from last night were proof of it.

9:04

SJ: “Yoongi-ya, you can't. I'll be waiting outside for you.”

9:05

SJ: “Pick up the phone, Yoongi.”

9:10

KSJ: “Yoongi, don't act up. I understand you had a bad day, but you have to be on your best behavior. Pick up the phone.”

Well shit, the managers involved Jin. Yoongi rubbed his forehead. This wasn't good.

9:11

KNJ: “Hyung, I know I'm the last person you want to talk to right now, but Seojun is about to call Sihyuk. Pick up the phone.”

9:11

KSJ: “Namjoona is going to call you. Pick up!”

Shit hit the fan.

9:16

BANGPD: “Don't worry, I understand. Sleep tight. Just be on time tomorrow. We're not meddling. She will need security eventually too, make sure she knows that. I trust you.”

Yoongi smiled, he couldn't have asked for a better hyung than Si-Hyuk. 

He didn't notice that you had woken up and were staring at him sleepily. 

“Everything okay, Yoongi?”  You asked in a raspy voice that made everything stir within Yoongi.

He went to kiss your forehead and hold you.

“It got tricky there for a bit. But it's all good now. I think I'm gonna get scolded today for staying over…but by Seojun, not by Si-Hyuk.”

“I'd feel bad…but I don't. Maybe I'm being selfish, but after what I told you last night…I wouldn't have been able to sleep had I been alone. I loved sleeping in your arms. I hate that we have to go to work, but I'll see you during my break. That's enough reason to get up.” You said sweetly, still in your sleepy voice.

“Why are you so damn cute? You make it hard to be responsible. I want to stay here in bed, with you, but I can't.”

Yoongi turned his phone to you and showed you a text. 

5:54

SJ: “I'm outside. If you're not out by 6:15, I'm calling non-stop until you pick up.”

You giggled and sat up, stretching your back to fully wake up. “He's scary, isn't he?”

“When he wants to. Baby, you can sleep for at least another hour, I'll see myself out.” Yoongi said as he stood from the bed and began collecting his clothes.

“No can do, sir,” you got up too and went to your vanity, grabbing a brush to detangle the bird's nest -according to you- that you had for morning hair and putting it in a bun. “I have cookies to bake. I have six…no wait, seven…crap, eight! People to impress with cookies and a boyfriend who wants a special order. I'm  a busy woman.”

“Eight? Why eight?” Yoongi asked.

“Your six brothers, El Capitxn and Seojun…well, it might be seven if you don't talk to Namjoon today, but I have a feeling that you will.” You gave him your warmest smile and he melted.

“I don't deserve you and they don't deserve your cookies. They're greedy pigs, I told you.” He was joking and he knew you knew.

“Nevertheless, a promise is a promise. Now, go, we don't want Seojun making good on his threat.” You gave him a peck and pulled back when he tried to deepen the kiss.

“Yah! What did I do? Why don't you want to kiss me?” He pouted. 

You shrugged, “morning breath.”

You walked him to the door and promised to text when you were ready to head for the cafe. He could hear you already calling security to let him out before your door had closed.

Yoongi was both happy about having spent the night with you and having been able to taste all of you, but he was also sad and angry at what happened to you. He vowed to himself to never cause you any pain, you had gone through enough already.

He was just getting out of the elevator when his phone rang.

“Yes, Seojun-ah?”

“I told you I was going to call. Where are you?” He sounded exasperated. 

“Relax, I'm getting in my car right now. I'll be two minutes. We're going home first so I can shower and then it's off to the office.” He said in a light tone.

“I can't decide if you're happy, sleepy, concerned or just pleased at completely disregarding the safety instructions. I thought Miss Y/N understood this?” Oops, he was pissed.

“I think it's a mixture of all of the above, and believe me, Y/N does understand. It was me who insisted because I would've been in danger of going insane and possibly murdering someone if I had left her last night.”

This struck Seojun as odd, Yoongi wasn't a violent person.

“Is everything okay, Yoongi-ssi? Is Miss Y/N okay?”

“I want to say she is, because she's the strongest person I know, but I'm not sure…Seojuna?”

“Yes?”

“I know Si-Hyuk will assign security to look after her, eventually. I want you to be the one in charge of the team who will be with her. I trust you and I know you can kick anyone's ass if the need arises. She needs to feel safe.”

Seojun's blood ran cold. He had picked up a few of the things you did when he drove you and when he had tucked you under his arm that first night you went on a date with Yoongi. He found it odd and he suspected someone had harmed you. If Yoongi was this upset, then it was bad.

“I will protect her with my life. I promise.”

“Thank you, brother. Let's head home. We have a date at the café at eleven and you, my friend, are getting cookies baked by my girl.”

He chuckled, “that's a nice incentive. Meet you at your place?”

Yoongi drove to his home in silence, thinking and planning. He was going to  speak to Namjoon today.