Friend | m.yg

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When I finally awoke in the morning, a sharp pain pounded against my temple. I groaned and pressed my hand over my heated forehead, eyes blurring for a second.

Drinks clattered together, the sound of chatter around a table. I could feel a bottle in my hand and a liquid rush down throat, cheeks heated. A hand placed itself on mine and took the bottle. There was a pearly smile and blue hair, a drunken look on his face, his cheeks red from the alcohol. He placed the bottle down and immediately created a conversation, asking me about-

"(Y/n)," the same man whispered in my ear, then leaned back to look into my clearing eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yoongi," I winced from the rushing feeling of the pounding. Like a hammer smashing against my skull. "My head hurts!" I whimpered out. The bed dipped and I felt his body press against mine, his hand batting mine. His fingers were cold and gave temporary relief. I gave a sigh and closed my eyes.

"Your forehead is burning," he murmured quietly, removing his hand. I whined I protest, opening one eye to look at him. Yoongi gave a soft chuckle accompanied by a smile and leaned down to press a kiss to the spot where the pounding was the most painful.

I felt the strangest need to curl up with him and cuddle, to hold his hand, to kiss even. Opening my other eye, I looked straight into his, silently begging. He must've not fully understood, but he did bring me into his arms, my head right above his beating heart. It was slightly faster than a normal heartbeat should have been.

"Well good morning," an amused sounding Miihe walked in. My nose twitched as the smell of bacon and eggs wafted in. My mouth started watering and I hid the best I could in Yoongi's chest, making the two chuckle and giggle. "I brought you two something to eat, since the others and I realized that you probably won't be coming out of this room since you haven't already."

"Thanks," Yoongi pressed me into his own chest as he sat up, then loosened his grip. "I'm pretty sure (Y/n) here will appreciate that later."

The sound of muted footsteps dragging across the carpet before the scent got ten times stronger and I adjusted my head so I could look at the full plate with two forks while my cheek was still smushed against my- my boyfriend's chest.

Miihe snapped me out of my own mind with a bright smile as she ruffled my hair. "Enjoy! Your brother got up early to make it."

I nodded and looked back down at the plate of food. A kiss was placed on the top of my head when Yoongi started grabbing a small bite of eggs onto one fork. He brought in up to my salivating mouth. I observed the eggs before. opening my mouth and letting him feed me the contents on the fork. "Nom~"

Yoongi went rigid and his heart started beating faster. I looked up to meet his eyes and gasped softly. He had tears resting on his waterworks, making his eyes look glass. His nose was starting to turn a red and sniffly.

"Y- Yoongi?" I reached up to wipe his eyes.

"Sorry- it's just- just a memory," he broke his gaze towards me to grab a piece of bacon, not trusting himself to hold a fork without making a mess. His hand was shaking, making the bacon shake as he fed it to me.

"Does remembering things hurt your head as much as it hurts mine?" I asked, rubbing his smooth, pale cheek with the hand that had been ready to wipe his tears away.

"No, it just happens and feels like a day dream," he wiped a bit of grease off of my chin with his thumb.

Both of our breaths hitched as he met my eyes again. I could hear a faint voice whispering from the back of my skull.

"You might as well kiss."

"I dare you, hyung!"

It seemed as we were waiting for the other to do something, so I dragged my thumb to his lips. Yoongi leaned down, one of his hands holding my cheek while the other held me. Just when his breath started to hit my lips, someone knocked and the door screeched open.

"Hello," someone chuckled. "How's my little sister?" Once again, the sound of soft footsteps echoed in my head. "I'm guessing she's doing fine since you're already making moves."

"I- I... I couldn't help it," Yoongi leaned back away, and I gave him a quiet whine and a pout. It was because he sounded choked, and I wanted to take away the pain.

"Hm?" Seokjin hummed, taking the, not even close to empty, plate and placed it on the nightstand before taking a seat and taking me out of Yoongi's arms.

"I- it reminded me of when I took her first kiss," Yoongi paused with the most heart wrenching chuckle, "and it just felt like a thing I needed to ground myself. The need to make sure I wasn't dreaming."