It's Complicated

33: Courage

You emerge from your room the next morning. Dragging your feet to the kitchen, you find Yoongi still crashed out on the couch from last night. Quietly, you start preparing breakfast, trying not to wake him.

Yoongi stirs, groaning as he holds his head. "Ah damn my head."

He pulls himself off the couch and drags himself over to the kitchen counter. "What are you making?"

You keep your eyes on the pan. "Food," you say, your mind preoccupied with how to convey your feelings to him.

He walks over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it. You pour eggs into the hot pan, the sizzling sound breaking the silence. You continue to watch the pan, resisting the urge to look at him.

"I'll go have a quick shower," he says, scratching the back of his head.

You nod, keeping your focus on the pan. You hear him walk out of the kitchen and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Come on, Y/N, you can do this. Just tell him how you feel. He must like you... he wouldn't have kissed you otherwise. You've got this.

You wait for Yoongi with breakfast ready at the counter. He comes from the hall, his hair damp and hanging loosely over his eyes, partially covering his forehead. He takes a seat next to you, and you catch a whiff of his fresh shampoo, a comforting scent that makes your heart race.

"Smells good," he says, eyeing the plate in front of you.

"Thanks," you reply, your voice slightly shaky. Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage. "Yoongi... can we talk?"

He pauses mid-bite, looking up at you with curiosity. "Sure. What's up?"

You fidget with your fork, trying to find the right words. "About... last night."

Just as you gather your courage, your phone rings, and "Dad" appears on the screen.

"Oh, sorry, it's my dad," you say, picking up the phone. "Hello?"

You're met with a voice that isn't your father's.

"Hello, is this Seo Y/N?"

"Yes, it is. Who is this?" you ask, confusion creeping in.

"I'm Dr. Yeltsin from Moscow Hospital. I'm afraid your father was in a terrible accident. I suggest you come as soon as possible—ideally today."

The world feels like it's crashing around you. "W-what?" you say, shock evident in your voice.

"We can book a flight for you today if that's possible."

You struggle to process the information, standing up from your seat. "Um, yes—please, I'll come as soon as I can... Is he going to be okay?"

"I think it's better we talk in person, Miss Seo."

"Oh, okay..."

"Please remain calm, Miss Seo. I'll talk to you soon."

"Yes, I'll try." You hang up, your heart racing as a wave of fear washes over you.

Yoongi looks at you with concern "Y/N what's wrong?"

"Um it's my dad, I need to go now..." you say shakily, your mind a blur.

Yoongi stands up, gripping your shoulders. "Y/N, calm down. What's going on?"

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you explain the situation to him.

"Okay, this is a lot. You'll be fine. Go pack, and I'll drive you to the airport, okay?"

You nod, holding back tears, grateful for his presence.

You dash to your room, quickly packing a duffel bag with clothes and essentials.

Rushing back to Yoongi, you say, "I think I got everything... I need to go."

He nods. "Okay, let's go." He grabs his bike keys, and you both head out.

As you race down the highway, you cling to Yoongi's back, praying everything will be alright.

You make it to the airport and quickly dismount the bike.

"You got your ticket?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes, the doctor sent it to me."

"Okay... listen to me. Stay calm, alright? I'm sure your father will be okay. Message me as soon as you can." He hops off the bike, looking at you with concerned, serious eyes.

You nod. "I will, and thanks." He pulls you into a hug. The warmth of his body is comforting, but you quickly let go.

I have to focus on Dad right now.

"Bye." You say as you step back.

He forces a smile. "Goodbye. Be safe."

You wave quickly as you rush inside.