normal | m. yoongi

7

And the days without Yoongi grew more and more as they toured through out Asia. As the days went on, I grew more and more bored. I didn't have any more classes, I graduated successfully and went on to beauty school for fun.

But beauty school only took up half of my days, and the cafe became a routine that repeated itself over and over without my boyfriend's surprise visits.

I groaned mentally and wiped the tables, some people just don't know how to clean up after themselves.

My shift was about to end until I got a call from someone. I put up my apron and checked my charging phone in the kitchen. "Hobi?" I said confused before accepting the call.

"Hey Hobi, what's up?"

"Yoongi hyung...he's really sick..." He said out of breath.

"W-what?"

"He collapsed tonight on stage and he won't take any medication or food until you're here..."

"Hand him the phone." I said sternly. Hoseok answered with a 'yes ma'am' before I heard shuffling around and voices. "H-hello?" A weak Yoongi answered.

"Min Yoongi, you better put some food in your mouth and take your God damn medication so you'll get better. Right now."

"C-come and give it to me then." He challenged, gosh he was such a stubborn old man.

"Take it now or I won't come tonight."

"Fine."

I bit my lip, still not satisfied because my boyfriend is sick and I'm not there to help. The phone was handed back over to Hoseok, and I made my way to our apartment.

"Give me confirmation for when he does take medication and some food." I told J-Hope, looking for my computer and opening it.

"He's eaten a banana...and don't worry about the flight, some staff from bighit will wait for you at the airport and give you a ticket."

I sighed, closing my laptop and went to our room to pack. I only took a small suitcase, throwing random clothes and necessities into it. "And he's swallowed the pill, we're all good here. Thank you and see you tonight."

I nodded, "alright thanks Oppa." We hung up and I groaned, combing through my hair, worried.

"He's fine." I kept repeating to myself as I zipped out the door with my suitcase and passport in hand, hailing a taxi to drive me to the airport.

My mind didn't leave Yoongi, I couldn't stop worrying about him, my heart was thumping because of the anxiety I felt. That and the taxi driver wasn't the best at his job, treating me like a dumb foreigner.

Finally getting to the airport, I was met with a staff member from bighit, specifically one of their makeup artists that had the same flight. "Rory-ssi?" The woman my age asked me, surprised at my rushed form.

"Yes, you must be Jiwoo unnie." I smiled, bowing politely at her presence before she returned a bow and handed me my plane ticket. "You're lucky, our plane is just about to be called."

"I'm just lucky to have gotten a call from Hobi oppa." We both made our way to our plane once it was called, chatting here and there. "He's always the one to call first in case of emergency." Jiwoo unnie smiled a little, I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "You and Hobi huh?"

With that she bursted out laughing, shaking her head as well as getting some looks from other Korean pedestrians. "Hi Rory, I'm Jung Jiwoo, Jung Hoseok's older sister, nice to meet you."

My face flushed a bright pink from embarrassment. "Oh my gosh...I didn't realize...I'm so sorry..."

She nudged me slightly, boarding our plane, "It's quite alright, we don't exactly look alike...but you and..." Jiwoo whispered because of the other people who might be listening. "Yoongi huh?" She copied my action with the wiggling of the eyebrows, nudging my arm more as we sat down.

"Yes actually, can't exactly joke and say he's my brother because well...we don't look at all alike." I joked a little, my mind slightly being distracted from the anxiety I felt over my boyfriend. Jiwoo laughed at that, nodding in agreement. "I can definitely see that you don't look alike....but I can barely see how he got such a good looking girl like you, gosh!"

"Aw no! You're so much prettier really, I swear you could be a model or something!"

Over the short plane ride we talked like this, getting to know each other comfortably and taking our minds over the events that made us come here in the first place. I was glad, having Jiwoo on the plane ride really made me feel like I had a friend, a gal pal I could easily talk to. That's something I had a hard time with when moving here.

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"He's right in there...just be careful...he's a little bipolar at the moment..." Hoseok warned me before opening the door, letting me in. "Thank you Hobi oppa, for all of this." I smiled as I thanked him, giving him a small hug before entering the small hotel room.

The door closed behind me and I walked forward, not hearing anything until a slight intake of breath was heard. "I thought you only called me oppa." A soft, husky voice spoke from the queen mattress. My eyes landed on Yoongi, paler than usual with bags under his eyes and an ice pack upon his forehead.

I covered my mouth, my gray eyes filling up with tears as I saw him in such a state. I quickly made my way next to him, wrapping my arms carefully around his small and fragile figure on the bed. I could feel him struggle to wrap his arms around me in return, so I sat back, my hand moving to his hair, petting it softly.

A couple of my tears dropped onto the sheets, my sniffles heard throughout the quiet hotel room. "Baby girl..." His voice called out, but I didn't turn my eyes to him, afraid of what I saw. "Rory, look at me."

My tear filled eyes looked into his glassy ones. The pale man's soft hand came up to caress my cheek and hair, gazing into my eyes as I bit my lip. "Yoongi oppa...why do you d-do this to y-yourself." I let out finally, sobbing gently before he wiped away my tears.

It was silent, my sniffles and quiet sobs filling the room. "Y-you always o-over work yourself w-with so little rest and bad e-eating habits a-and you n-never fail to compare yourself to others, always so q-quick to cut y-yourself down. O-oppa...y-you c-can't keep doing that...its m-making you s-sad and restless and anxious and stressed. And even though y-you are...I-I still will feel the same a-about you...but I-I don't understand why i-it's so hard for you to a-accept that you're truly amazing a-and im so proud of who you r-really are, even I-if you're a little depressed h-here and there...I still love y-you. Y-you work so hard for your passion and I-I love that about y-you. I love everything a-about you. E-every little flaw. I love you Min Yoongi." I breathed out, my heart thumping loudly as I just told him how I felt, how I truly felt.

His eyes blinked slowly at me, his lips soon forming a slow grin as he tried his best to sit up, meeting my lips with his. Even though he was weak, I could feel how he felt with how slow and passionate the kiss was.

"I-I love you...I love you so damn much."

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;-; but really, I'm so proud of you Yoongi. So flipping proud :,)