First Love~~SUGAxREADER

15

"Yoongi...stop that...that tickles~" 

I wake up, my heart beating fast, sweating. It's so hot. I rip the blankets off my bed and look at my alarm clock. 7:25 a.m. Classes for me started in three hours. I groaned, remembering my dream. I felt around for my notebook and pencil. "Where'd it go?" I said out loud. 

I had one of those dreams. About Yoongi. Again. I wrote down what happened, sparing no details, from what I remembered. About an hour later, I finish writing about my dream and I roll out of bed. I run to the bathroom as my stomach rumbles. I am lucky I made it to the toilet in time. I take a long, cold shower. I felt like I was burning up. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had dark circles and my skin was many shades lighter than normal. I got shivers, which makes no sense, for I was sweating. I threw up once more, and I am left dry-heaving. 

I washed my face with cold water. I went into the kitchen to find my thermometer. Something wasn't right. I put it in my mouth and waited. It beeped a deafening little beep, so loud for a tiny thermometer. I looked at the temperature. 108 degrees. Shit. I was sick. I grabbed a glass of ice water and took some Advil and called the only person who knew anything about sick people. 

"Hey....Yoongi." I said quietly. 

"Good morning." He groaned. I must have waken him up. 

I sighed. "Did I wake you?" 

I heard a laugh, a beautiful, rare laugh. "No. I've been awake, waiting for you." he tells me. He whispers, "Can I come over?" 

"If you want to get sick." I tell him.

Another laugh, this one a little more soft. "I'll be there soon." He tells me. He was right. He would be here soon. It only took 13 and a half minutes for Yoongi to knock on my door. He had a grocery bag full of things. 

"I missed you." He told me. He looks at me and bites his lip. "I couldn't sleep last night." I remember my dream. I frown. As much as I enjoyed it I couldn't believe I would dream such a...a....scandalous dream.  I shutter. "Don't, you'll get frown marks. " he commands me, putting his hand to my cheek, smoothing out my face. 

"Come in." I told him. 

He laughs again. "I was planning on doing so, weather you liked it or not." He stepped into my apartment and took something out of the bag. Another thermometer. "Put this in your mouth." He told me, cupping my jaw with his huge hands. He sticks the thermometer under my tongue and closer my mouth. He waits impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor, licking his lips. Finally it beeps. This beep is much softer, so it doesn't make me go deaf. 

"One-O-Eight?!" He says in confusion. I nod. "Have you eaten anything?" he asks. Reluctantly, I shake my head. "Did you throw up?" He asks.  This time, I nod quickly, but stop as my head begins to pound. I soon loose control of my legs and I feel my body going down. "Fuck.." I hear. Everything goes black. 

I wake up in my bed. But the problem...I'm only in my underwear. I pull the blankets up over me and hit my head on the headboard. "Ow.." I say. I see an empty bottle of Advil laying on it's side on the table and an also empty glass of what I'm assuming is water. I hear voices from outside my room. I try to stand up, but my legs give in almost instantly and I fall to the floor with a thud. 

"Oh my god.." I hear a familiar voice. Yoongi. I try to grab the blankets to cover up with, but I couldn't lift my arm that high. Instead, I feel my body being lifted off th ground. "You clumsy idiot." He says. He sets me down on my bed and grabs a t-shirt from my closet. "here, put this on-" he throws it to me, the shirt hitting me in the face. 

"ow.." I try to say, but all that comes out is a quick squeak. I try to lift my arms up to put my head through the shirt, but I can feel my body straining while doing so.  "I can't" I say. 

Yoongi presses the palms of his hands on his temples. "Ayysh." he says. I can see a deep red blush tinting his pale cheeks. His eyes close. "Fine.." he says after thinking. He swiftly walks over to my bed, and helps me put on the shirt, which I realize wasn't mine. But why was it in my closet? I look around and finally come to realize that this isn't my room. "You are in my room." he said. I recognize the big shelf next to me and the closet opposite of the bed. 

He exits the room, coming back soon with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. "Take these." he says, cupping my jaw, for the second time today, and putting two pills in my mouth. he lifts the glass to my mouth and makes me drink from it. Some of it trickles out the sides of my mouth and down my chin, getting my t-shirt wet. "Drink lots of water and rest, me and Jimin are going to the store. Jungkook and Namjoon are at work and Taehyung and Jin are off doing something. Hobi is here, so call for him if you fall off the bed again." He says. All I can do is nod the smallest of nods and close my eyes. 

"Don't.......stop...." I say as Yoongi closes the gap between us. His hands are cradling my head and he is kissing my jawline. "That tickles." He moves down from my jaw to my neck and sucks. "Yoongi~~" 

"(Y/N)........(Y/N)....(Y/N)!!" I wake up from my slumber, my head pounding and my body sweating. I see Hobi standing in the doorway, holding a glass of water. 

Embarrassed, I hide under the sheets. I was having those dreams again, and Hobi knows. I hear the slightest little thuds on the carpet as Hobi makes his way to the bed. He sits on the end, putting his hand on my shoulder.   "Umm...Yoongi called me to make sure you were getting water." He said. 

I shoved the covers over and took the glass from Hobi's hand, not saying a single word. I chug half the glass and stop, taking some of the Advil that Hobi got for me. "I heard everything, by the way.." he says quietly, defensively. 

"Don't tell him..." I say. "Or anyone." 

"Don't worry, I won't.."he begins. "On one condition-You need to tell me.." 

"What?"I ask quietly, almost a whisper. 

"Do you like him? Yoongi, I mean." He asks. I look away from him and close my eyes, tilting my head up. I rub my face and exhale loudly. 

"I do." I say, even quieter than before. 

"Do you want him?" Hobi asks. 

"I do." I say, just as quiet. 

"Do you love him?"

I take in a deep breath and sigh. "I do..." I say.