I Need U || Hold Me Tight Sequel

Chapter 1

Min-seo's POV
As I slowly peeled my eyes open a blinding white light shocked me. I squeezed my eyes tight shut again, blocking out all the surrounding rays of sunshine. I lifted my pale, cold hand to feel another warmer hand weighing it down. I attempted numerous times before realising that I was far too weak.

Abruptly, the weight from my hand was lifted and, instead, returned on my shoulders. This unanticipated movement shook me from the slumber that was returning, dragging me away from the pool of darkness and into reality. My dark brown eyes were slowly revealed to the world as I lifted my heavy eye lids. Staring into my pupils was the caring, ebony eyes of my brother, Kim Namjoon.

"Hey. Angel. Can you hear me? Everything's going to be okay. Stay with me. I'll get a nurse. I love you, Min-seo" he uttered the reassuring words in his husky, soft voice. But three little words stood out to me the most. Sure, Yoongi had cooed the sweet words but it has been a long time since I heard a family member mumble the phrase.

I love you

That phrase had grown to mean so much more to me than just a declaration of admiration. They were the last words I heard my eomma and appa speak before they passed away. The same phrase I would tease my brother with when we were younger. The same saying in which saved me from my deepest, darkest moments.

Namjoon bounded out of the room. Excitement and joy laced his voice as he yelled the call for medical attention. He returned, followed by multiple nurses and doctors. I noticed his cheeks had become stained with the wet trails of tears. I delivered him a sweet and sincere smile before he was ordered out of the room by the medical team.

One thing was for sure: I'm back, and I've never been better.

*time skip*

After a whole tiring week of rehabilitation program after rehabilitation program I was back on my feet. I still moved with the aid of crutches but it was a incredible improvement from the dull life of the hospital bed. The drab colour scheme and the constant beeping of machines had become my worst nightmare.

Jin was coming to pick me up from the hospital today as a surprise for Yoongi. None of the boys had talked much about my recovery as they felt it was far too much of a sensitive subject. It has been told that none of them spoke for the first few weeks. Then, a question played on my mind.

"Jin?" I asked. "Yes, Min-seo" he replied, a smile still lingering at his lips. "How long was I in a coma for?" I asked. Although I knew it had been longer than a few weeks I still was not certain of the time period. "Ummm... About four months" he answered hesitantly. My jaw dropped in surprise. Four months!? We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, my mind still contemplating how the boys never gave up on me; How Yoongi didn't find someone else.

My brain continued venturing along its thought path until we arrived in front of the familiar dorm building. I grinned at the sight of the apartment. Memories came flooding back to me: Meeting Namjoon; 24 hour long movie marathons; Late nights with Yoongi.

As we approached the door, a feeling of anxiety shot through me. What if they did give up on me? What if Yoongi did find someone else? As Seokjin's key slowly turned in the lock, these nerves only grew stronger. They engulfed me in a wave of fear and doubt. Not knowing which way to turn or how to escape it, I took a deep breath and made my first step into the dorm.

First, I had to suppress my laughter. You could easily tell that I haven't been home as clothes were scattered across the floor, take away containers littered the coffee table in the lounge and the stench of teenage boy thrived in the atmosphere. While continuing my journey into the building, my thoughts wondered to little things, like wondering if they have ate properly or slept healthy amounts.

I was interrupted by a loud gasp sounding at the end of the long, narrow corridor. There stood my beautiful black-current haired man. The bags under his eyes displayed all kinds of grey and his frame looked weak and stick-like. "Min-seo?" The rapper called out, uncertainty and confusion riddling his voice. "Yoongi." I replied as sweetly and softly as I could, however it came out barely a croak as my voice broke and tears flooded into my eyes.

He ran to me and picked me up, spinning me around before placing me down and caressing my cheek cautiously with his soft hands. "This better not be some sick joke" he muttered before grazing his lips against mine. "It's not, jagi" I replied before kissing him. I missed his sweet lips against mine, the feeling of his skin. We had lost all that for the  the several months we had been parted.

But I was finally back with him.

I finally had my Yoongi.

A/N Hellooooooo! Hope you all enjoyed chapter 1!

If you didn't see in my message board, I had some troubles with my chapters actually saving. It meant I had to rewrite a couple but I'm pretty sure it is sorted now!

Question for the chapter: Have you started shipping Yoongi and Min-seo? Or do you still ship her with another person? Are they in BTS or SEVENTEEN?

Tell me your answer in the comments! I would love to hear them! Also give me some feedback on how the chapter went! I was writing late, so...

Anyway, love you all, my dazzling readers!

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