Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 22: Understanding

Chapter 22: Understanding

I woke up sore and collapsed on the floor of my living room. Must've blacked out. I went to look at my phone but it was dead; grumbling, I plugged it in to charge. My stomach did a sudden backflip and I retched, dashing to the toilet to throw up.

I leant heavily against the toilet, my skin clammy and hot, the smell making me want to throw up again. I flushed the toilet and went to brush my teeth, trying to remember what happened last night. Then I did and I threw up again. Fuck. I shut my eyes and sat with my back against the locked door, fading into sleep.

Someone knocking on the door awoke me, "Y/N are you in there?"

"Yes Izzy," I mumbled back. "Phew, the guys have been blowing my phone up." I gagged again, rushing to lean over the toilet and hurl nothing. I'd already thrown up everything but that didn't stop me wanting to be sick more.

"God, are you okay?" I heard my friend muted from the other side of the door, "Fine." I replied wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. "Jesus Y/N," she sounded pained, "you know what you get like when you drink, why did you go out?"

"Shut up," I replied before retching again. "You're not even being sick from the alcohol; you just feel shit about what you did." Izzy stated what I knew but didn't want to admit, matter-of-factly. I curled up next to the toilet, hugging myself in surrender.

"Come out and eat and sleep YN" My friend's voice was softer now; it sounded tempting but I shook my head like she could see me, a silence falling over my bathroom.

Fuck I was tired. Without any warning, I felt myself slip into sleep.

Loud voices woke me. "She's literally been in there for like 18 hours Yoongi," ...Izzy?

"I can't get her out and I've been trying for hours, maybe you can." I heard my front door shut and heavy footsteps walk over towards me, I cowered and slid backwards on the ground despite the door being locked.

The door creaked as someone leant against it. I felt the bile rise in my throat again and I pulled myself towards the toilet for the umpteenth time when I heard a gentle hum. I stopped and dragged my body across the floor to the door to hear it better. He was rapping. His voice was as deep and low as ever, but now and then it would go high and crack slightly depending on what he sang. It settled me until I remembered what I had done and gagged on my mistakes.

He stopped and spoke, "Namjoon told me what happened, he told me everything." He paused and I retched again, sick of myself. "I read your notebook that you always carry with you. You left it open on your floor." Fuck, I hadn't just got home and blacked out.

I froze, remembering everything I had written in there, my worries, bad experiences and worst times. "I understand." He spoke, his voice lower than ever, "I know what you've gone through, who you are and it doesn't change how I think about you." I began melting into the door that I still leant against, his voice close, "and no matter my occupation or where I am, I will always be here for you."

I sobbed shakily and stood, unlocking and opening the door swiftly. He fell backwards, from where he sat on the other side of the door unsuspecting, and landed at my feet; rubbing his neck as he stared up at me shocked. I sank to the floor again and felt Yoongi's arms wrap around me.