The Facts. *(BTS x FTM Transgender)*

Yoongi Pt 2

-(y/n)'s point of view-

I hopped onto Yoongi's back hoping that im not to heavy for him to hold. He closes the door, Jumping so I move up his back. As we walk his hands are on my thighs gripping me as if I was going to disappear. We made it up to the room and Yoongi opened the door. The six members were all looking distraught and pacing all looked up at me being cradled (bridal style) in Yoongi's arms. "(y-" Tae started to say something but Yoongi spoke first "Listen, (y/n) is tired and emotional, you need to understand. I'm going to spend the night or even two with him. Just until he feels better. No questions no ifs or buts, stay quiet and don't disturb us." Yoongi had a harsh tone but the members just nodded as Yoongi carried me past them to the hallway. I looked over his shoulder to see a crying Jin and a worried looking Tae. Yoongi closed the door after them. "Are you wearing a chest binder or anything constricting your chest?" I looked at him in confusion. "Are you?" I shook my head hopefully he doesn't feel my bandages or I will be truly screwed. Yoongi places me on the bed and heads to the attached bathroom. He walks back out again holding razors and bandages. "None of this shit should touch you again." I flopped down with my back to the room just wanting to die. I'm such an inconvenience. 

-Mr.Swags view-

I take all the sharp things out of the room and even bandages because he will never use them again as long as I am around. I come back after completely ignoring Jin's inquiry. (Y/N) Is laying on his back to the room obviously asleep. I hope he took his binder off. I lift the tired boy up taking off my sweater and making sure he's comfortable. I see the outline of bandages on his slender frame. Namjoon walks into the room heading for his side of the room not even glancing at us. I sigh as (y/n)turns around in his sleep to face me. Namjoon walks over without a word and lifts the small boy enough so I can unwrap the bandages. I tried not to look at his chest but it was bearly visible under countless cuts and marks. Namjoon lays him down and walks out the room huffing. I lay down next to (y/n) wrapping myself around him, he needed this like I did. why am I falling for a stranger?

- (Y/n) viewwwwww-

I woke up warm but uncomfortable. Someone was breathing in my ear. I turned slowly as not to wake the sleeper, Yoongi dammit. I was feeling relatively good today so while trying to silence my giggles I jabbed Yoongi's sides and scrunched up in defence. "Are you really doing this now?" A groggy voice said next to my ear. I jabbed him again giggling. Yoongi countered me with his arms wrapping around me tickling my neck, he knows my weak spot. "NOOOOOO" I yelled trying to wriggle out of his arms. "THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT" Yoongi was chasing me around the room trying to HIT ME WITH A GOD DAMN PILLOW.  I ran out of our room and down the hall. "EOMMA-JIN HELP" I was wheezing with laughter as Yoongi was stumbling out the room after me. Jin poked his head around the corner and opened his arms for me. I ran into his arms still giggling at Yoongi coming around the corner. "Where'd that little shit go?" He mumbled. Jin gasped and wrapped himself around me tighter. "How dare you terrorize the prince of this household with your foul mouth?" Jin was sold on this game now. Yoongi looked in our direction and sniggered, "Do all princes wear no pants?" I looked down and saw my blue small boxers under The grey sweater I was wearing. I blushed and turned around to Jins chest hiding. Jin laughed and picked me up like a Koala. Hoseok walked into the room smiling. "Can I hold the Koala?" He asked Jin as he ran over to me being held but also clinging on for dear life. I reached out for Hoseok smiling. Jin pulled me back kissing me on the forehead, my face is heating up and probably looks stupid right now. Hoseok huffed still holding out his arms to a stiffened awkward embarrassed me. Hoseok took me in his arms and sat down on the couch holding me like a baby, I lo-key like this. Jin carried on cooking as Yoongi kept trying to get close enough to wack me again. Hoseok kept calling me a 'prince in distress' and covering me in blankets 'defending me from Yoongi'. I've never been so happy in my life. 

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