Trouble

Rib

A labored breath escaped from my lips as I ran back home. I had just given my exam...the details of which are better left unsaid. I don't understand how someone could perform so terribly even after studying incredibly hard. I skidded as I turned the corner. I extended my hand to hold onto the wall as I swerved to avoid running into someone. 

After 5 minutes of breathless running in the frosty morning, I halted in front of my house. It took me seventeen minutes lesser to get home! I questioned the pace at which I usually walked.

I walked into my home, trying hard, but failing, to not fall over as I reached. I sat, heaving deep breaths. I closed my eyes and leaned back to set my heart beat back to normal. 

"You're home?" I heard Taehyung's questioning voice snake towards me. I opened my eyes and noticed that he was sitting by Yoongi's side, hand in hand. 

"What are you doing? Don't you need to train or something?" I said, getting up, with a lot of difficulties. I walk weakly to my bed and collapse onto the foot of the bed. 

"Agust D hyung needs me by his side," He wipes a fake tear from his eye as he looks affectionately at the boy lying in the bed. I roll my eyes and lean onto my elbows. 

"What did the doctor say?" I asked, looking at the sleeping Yoongi. I had had to leave early in the morning for my exam but had to explain to my father why an unknown, bloody male was collapsed in our house. I had woken him up in the middle of the night, and we had taken Yoongi to the hospital, but they were still running tests when I had to leave. 

"One of his ribs was fractured, and he had a lot of bruises that you did not clean up," He looked at me with narrow eyes, as if dismissing my ability to help him. I huffed but looked worriedly at him. 

"It was a hairline fracture, nothing serious. You should not worry," He patted Yoongi's hand as he told me this. 

"Thank you," I said with as much sincerity as I could manage. 

"I was telling Agust D hyung, not you." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I gave him a dry laugh and leaned back towards the bed with frustration, deciding to just close my eyes for a few minutes. I had had an extremely long day.

After what seemed like five minutes something poked me in the side of my stomach. I turned over, which didn't stop the thing from poking my back. I opened my eyes, slowly turning around, only to be met with a very awake, and a very okay looking Yoongi. I sit up quickly, because of which a lot of blood runs straight to my head, and making me dizzy for a few moments. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, shaking my head to try and clear up the dizziness. 

"That recruit took good care of me," He said, showing me a bowl of apples in his hand. I nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

I was angry at him for dramatizing his wound yesterday. If a person has a broken rib, it would be better if they first came and told me about that instead of fainting. He could have died or at least been extremely severely injured. 

"If you didn't have a broken rib, I would have broken one right now," I said through clenched teeth. He choked on the apple he was having, which caused him to clutch his right side in pain. 

"Why?" He asked through gasps. 

"You decide to tell me about your true feelings when you have a god damn broken rib?" I asked incredulously as I get up from the bed and begin to walk to my desk. I had another exam in two days. 

"I...uh...I..." He fumbled for words as I nodded reproachfully. Idiot.

I had just sat down at my table when I saw Taehyung poke his head from the staircase and look affectionately at Yoongi. 

"Eun In, your father is asking for you." I sigh. Yes, I would now have to explain everything that had passed between Yoongi and me. Taehyung happily walked passed me, sitting beside Yoongi and beginning to ask him very personal, deep, and creepy questions. Yoongi shifted, eyeing me as I walked up the stairs, willing me to make my conversation with my father quicker. 

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It lasted for two entire hours. 

He told me how I should not meddle with people who get into gang fights. 

He told me how I should focus on my education since he was paying most of his salary to keep me in college. 

He told me how I had helped a poor soul like Yoongi and that that was a good deed. 

He also told me to ask Yoongi if he was signed with any musical company because Taehyung had been talking about him the entire day. 

He then shunned me, telling me I was grounded for an entire week. I had smirked internally then, what was he grounding me for? I didn't go anywhere except for the library. 

Turns out I was grounded from going to the library.

I was weighed down by observable sadness as I walked down the stairs towards my bed. 

"This is all because of you," I tell Yoongi in my head. He had hurt himself pretty badly. Rubbing salt in his very scary wounds would not help the cause. 

I sigh as I sit back down at the table. I notice that Dubu had taken his position of sitting near the leg of the table. I pet him and open my books to commence my studying session for the day. 

"Hyung, can you rap for me?" I hear Taehyung ask with an awestruck voice. Yoongi cleared his throat and said, "No," 

"Hyung, please," Taehyung maintained. 

"I can't even breathe properly and you want me to rap?" Yoongi asked with observable scorn in his voice. 

"Can I rap for you, hyung?" He asked again. He sounded like he was enjoying his little talk with Yoongi. 

"Sure," Yoongi said with obvious reluctance. 

"My name is V, and I hope to make you shout with glee," Yoongi coughed extremely loudly as I tried to stifle a laugh. 

"Can you get me some water?" Yoongi asked, trying to get Taehyung to stop rapping. He happily obliged and shuffled towards the kitchen to get his 'hyung' a glass of water. 

"He's something else, correct?" I ask, turning in my seat to face him. He nods, smiling, and shaking his head. 

"I'm sorry I'm intruding like this. I'll go back home tomorrow." He said. 

"I don't think any one wants to see you go back, honestly," I said, rolling my eyes at the behavior Taehyung and my father were portraying. 

"I know, but I should. I have music classes to attend to." I scrunched my eyebrows at that comment.

"You have school?" I remember him telling me about him studying, but he had never once mentioned it until now. 

"No, piano classes. That's how I earn money. Well, that, and those concerts." He said, stretching his hands above his head. I think of Yoongi sitting at a keyboard, working hard on composing a song, scribbling little notes in some little book, a pencil stuck behind his ear. Somehow a simple image like that made me a go a little soft on the inside. So I turned back around, rubbed my eyes, and began to study for my mock exam. 

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