Unwanted--BTS--Soulmate AU

Monster

The first thing I felt was pain. An aching, sore feeling radiated throughout my body and caused my head to pound. I was reluctant to open my eyes for fear that it would make it all worse. Whatever was wrong with me, I just wanted to sleep it off. But a stupid ass beeping and loud voices around me refused to let me slip back down into slumber.

I slit my eyes open and immediately closed them again as the sudden light assaulted my senses. I groaned, wishing that I could just go back to sleep.

"She's awake!" Someone shouted.

I made a displeased noise and slowly opened my eyes once more. It took a few moments to orient myself against the blinding light, but once my vision cleared, I slowly looked around and took stock of my surroundings. It looked like I was in a hospital room. Ugh, I was so sick of hospital rooms!

"Sabrina, aein, can you hear me?"

I blinked at Yoongi's pale face suddenly hovering above me. Damn, he looked like shit. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his face was drawn. What the hell had happened?

I frowned at him, trying to remember how I ended up in the hospital, yet again.

When I didn't respond he bit his lip and pulled back from me.

A sudden panic seized me then. No, he couldn't leave me. I needed him!

I cried out and tried to reach for him. "N-no, come back!"

My voice was rough and scratchy and it hurt to speak. Tears pooled in my eyes as he came right back to my side and clutched my hand.

"Oh aein, shhh, it's okay. You're safe. I've got you," he murmured soothingly.

Safe. I was safe? From...?

From Hunter!

All at once, the traumatic events of my kidnapping slammed into me and I whimpered.

"Did...is he...?" I choked, unable to finish my question. But Yoongi understood me anyhow.

His face took on a grave expression and nodded slowly. "He's gone. He'll never, ever hurt you again."

"You're sure?"

"100 thousand percent, aein."

I bawled then. All of my fears, frustrations, and anger came pouring out of me and utter relief replaced all of my negative emotions as I sobbed.

He was gone. I was safe. I was alive and so was Yoongi.

"I-I love y-ou!" I wailed out, clutching his arm tightly.

Tears dripped down Yoongi's face as he bent down and touched his forehead to mine.

"I love you more aein. Thank you for coming back to me again."

We spent what felt like hours just embracing and crying. I couldn't believe it was over, it was all finally over.

"Pardon the interruption here but I need to check Ms. Randall's vitals," a feminine voice called out.

Yoongi and I reluctantly parted while a nurse looked me over and took note of my heart rate and blood pressure. She entered the data into her tablet and then said, "Ms. Randall, it looks like you are steadily improving! Please keep up contact with your soulmate to keep the healing processes going. The doctor will be in shortly to speak with you."

I nodded and waited for her to leave so I could get back to clinging onto Yoongi like my life depended on it, which, I guess it kind of did.

But I was thwarted when the door opened and another doctor came waltzing in right after the nurse had walked out.