Loving in Colour (Min Yoongi x Reader)

~ Fifteen: A fever and stress ~

A/N: At the top is a crack video I made, gimme some love fam;)

I woke up with a stuffed nose and a sore throat. Great. The first thing I had to do was let my boss know that I was ill, meaning I couldn't go into work today. Recently, I feel like I have been neglecting my job since everything has been happening with Y/B/F, BTS and my very weird love life. 

When Yoongi asked if we could start from the beginning, I couldn't feel happier. I mean, of course his words still replay in my head from time to time and I can't help but feel some what sad. Though he has done so much to try and make it up to me, I have to forgive him. 

I change from my pyjamas into a loose top and some trackies, not feeling like going out today or meeting anyone, not when I am in this state. My hair felt some what greasy, so I put it up in a messy bun until later when I felt up for a shower. My appetite was gone, meaning that a breakfast was definitely not something I was looking at doing, so to kill time I decided to sit at the table and go through my mail. 

Y/L/N Y/N
Your payment for this months rent has not been full filled. You have 3 days to pay the full amount of $580.00. If this payment is not received by that date, you will be forced to move from the building. 

Really? Right now? I looked at the date and seen that it has been delivered 2 days ago, meaning that today was my deadline date. Crap. I check my bank balance considering today was the date I should be paid. 

$340.88

I barely worked this month, meaning that I cannot even afford to pay for my rent. Tears start to well up in my eyes, I feel exhausted and like I should rest but how can I when I should be out there trying to find the rest of the money. As I was in my self pity, there's a knock on the door. I dry my eyes to my best ability and and hold the letter to my chest as I walk to the door. Are they already kicking me out? 

"Y-Yoongi?" I sigh in relief when I see him standing there with a small smile at his lips, though it drops when he scans me up and down. 

"Y/N! Are you crying?" His hands instantly cup my face, only for him to remove them quite quickly. "Aish you're burning up. Come on you need to rest." He adds, pushing me gently into my flat, shutting the door with his foot and leading me to my bedroom. 

"I... I can't rest." I sob out lightly, though I follow his hand as he gently lays me on the bed, the bed covers being put over me gently. 

"Why not? It's obvious that you have a fever, do you want me to get you a doctor?" He looks at me worriedly, making me smile slightly and shake my head. 

"Ani, maybe just a good rest will make me feel better." I have always had a fear of doctors, but of course Yoongi couldn't know that. He'd make me go anyway, so I have to make sure that I feel better soon. Yoongi disappears into my bathroom for a bit, before coming back with a damp cloth.

"Why were you crying Y/N?" He sits by me on the bed, putting the damp cloth on my forehead. It's small gestures like these that I notice in people the most. He didn't have to do any of this, he could of just left when he saw me sick at the door, but no. Yoongi took care of me even though he could get ill. Wait.

"You shouldn't be close to me, you can't get ill." I tell him.

"Y/N, don't change the conversation. Plus I'll be fine, I have a strong immune system trust me!" He sends me a small smile, making me sigh. 

"I'll only tell you if you go over and sit on that chair so you don't get ill." I raise an eyebrow, to which he playfully rolls his eyes but goes and moves to the chair by my desk. 

"So? Has someone hurt you? Are you hurting?" His eyes seem worried, it's an extremely soft side that I have barely seen to him, but for sure would like to see it more. 

"I can't afford rent." I say quietly. "I've been off work so much recently I've not made enough. They'll kick me out tomorrow if I don't pay by the end of the day." I don't dare to make eye contact with him, feeling embarrassed about it. He just nods his head sadly, then comes to sit on my bed. "Hey! I told you so stay over there!" I whine. 

"You said to go sit there, you didn't specify how long for." He smirks and takes my hand, kissing it lightly then putting it back down. 

"Yoongi? Can you tell me about your sister?" I have no idea where on earth I thought about asking him about her, but it has been something I have been curious about since that time I spoke with Jimin. 

"What would you like to know?" He puts on a brave smile, taking a hold of my hand again, playing with my fingers instead of paying attention to me. 

"What happened?" I knew that this was going to be a tough conversation for him, but of course I didn't want to push him to say anything if he did not want to. 

"She was Jimin's soul mate," he starts. "When I first found out I was quite happy, knowing that he would take very good care of her since I knew him well and consider him as a brother. He spoiled her with small gifts and his attention every moment he got, she made him happy just like he made her happy. No one would ever dare to get in between Jimin and her. No one." His eyes meet mine for a brief second, before he goes back to playing with my fingers.

"She was supposed to meet him to go for a date, a brand new restaurant opening and Jimin wanted to treat her, like he often did. I remember going to go shop for an outfit with her just before she went. When she left the house she looked beautiful Y/N, absolutely stunning. I had no idea that it would be the last time I saw her like that." He gulps.

"It's okaii Yoongi, you don't have to carry on." I intertwine our fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze as I do so. 

"On her way to meet Jimin, she didn't look across the road and..." he pauses. "A reckless driver drove into her, she didn't even make it to the ambulance. I felt so broken Y/N, she had so much more to live for, so much more to explore. I couldn't help but blame Jimin for everything for a very long time. But I now know it wasn't his fault, none of it was his fault. He was just as broken as me, it's the reason why he sees the world in colour, though he tells me it all feels a bit dull." He pauses once again. "You should rest Y/N," he tells me, getting up and taking the letter from my hand, putting a small kiss on my forehead. 

"Thank you, for telling me." I send him a small smile, still holding onto his hand. 

"It's alright, now please, rest." He let's go of my hand as he walks out of my room, a loud sigh escaping my lips as he does so. So that's what he meant all that time ago? Losing me to Jimin? It all started to make sense, and I wanted nothing but to hug him and tell him it's all fine. But it isn't, and I need to put it right. 

A/N:
I was sobbing as I wrote that ngl.