The Last • m.yg

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My face is probably swollen.
I hate it.
I hate this.

I hate to see you cry.
Stop crying.
Please.

You're crying beside me as I lay on a hospital bed.
This sucks.

Is this how you felt?
Cause it sucks.

"y/n... I'm fine"
My voice is hoarse.

You stare at me for a few moments with tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry"

Don't apologize to me.

"I'm sorry Yoongi..."

It's not your fault that life is a bitch.

One on one with the fucking mugger would've been easy but having to beat up 6 was harder than I thought.

"Stop crying"

"But... you- And I just-"

I hold your hand and rub circles at the back of your palm.

"I said I was fine so go home and get some rest. Namjoon's waiting outside the room.
He'll walk you home"

I really don't want him to walk you home.
I want to do it myself.
But again, life's a bitch and there's not much I can do about it.

You nod your head.
Before you leave, I grab you by the arm and pull you in for a quick peck.

"I love you y/n... stay safe"

You smile.
And for a moment, everything feels better.

"I love you too Yoongi"

You open the door and Namjoon and I make eye contact.
I nod my head to him and he does the same.

A silent way of saying  'Protect her'

'I will'

I hate this situation.