Makeup Artist || yoongi x reader

twenty-nine

Yoongi's P.O.V.

"Where's y/n?" I tugged on Mina's sweater to bring her closer.

The dark circles under eyes only accentuated her tiredness more.

"She went to her room...but she didn't tell me why." She pointed towards the door and let her hand fall to her side.

I sprinted out the door and took out my card key, flailing the room door open as I went inside.

I searched the entire room, trying to find any trails of her. Nothing.

I sighed and called out for her. "Y/n, are you in here?"

I heard a soft groan come from the bathroom and I followed it to find her limp body scattered along the floor.

"Y/n! What's wrong?" I lifted her up, taking her into my arms.

Her face was pale green and sweaty. She was out cold.

"Shit" I tried moving her face around to wake her up but nothing was working.

Lifting her up in a bridal style, I rested her on my bed, hoping she would wake up fine.

I rushed to get a towel and soaked it in warm water. Carrying the dripping towel towards her almost lifeless body, I placed it along her forehead.

She let out a soft groan, indicating she was waking up.

I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb, attempting to sooth her back to sleep.

"Shh...it's okay. I'm here" I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes fluttered open and made their way to me.

"Yoongi" she moaned as she pulled me closer with her soft touch.

"I'm right here y/n" I ran my fingers through her hair to comfort her.

She gave me a faint smile before letting herself fall back into her slumber.

I looked at the clock and it read 12 pm. Taking quiet steps, I managed to get to my luggage to grab some loose clothing.

I changed into them and began to slip into bed next to y/n.

Feeling her cold fingers glide up my arm, I stopped to look down at her.

"I'm...c-cold" she whimpered.

Peeking down at her, I realized she was still in shorts and a thin shirt. She needed warmer clothes.

I crawled back out of bed and went to her bag. After scavenging through her clothes trying to find something, I picked out some sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

Her groaning noises turned into slight mutters of words as she motioned her hands towards me.

"Can you put them on for me.." her arm fell over her eyes.

I was appalled at her request but I knew she meant it.

I bit my lip and began to unbutton her shorts, slipping them off of her beautiful thighs.

She shivered each time my hand brushed against her.

I bit my lip, holding back the urge to undress her completely.

Stop. You know she's in pain, don't make any stupid moves.

I managed to dress her up successfully and laid in bed with her.

She curled herself up against me, letting her warm puffs of breath release on my chest.

I trailed my hand down her back, making small circles with my fingers on her smooth skin.