First Love~~SUGAxREADER

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I woke up with a jolt when I felt something cold, and a little wet, press against my forehead. At first, I didn't know where I was but then I remembered. I opened my eyes to see a bitch-faced white haired man holding something to my forehead. "Ahh." he said, looking away. "Did I wake you?" He furrowed his brow. 

"Yes." I told him. I added quickly, "But it's okay." He sighed, relieved and pressed down on the cloth on my forehead. 

"You're sick." He said to me. I rolled my eyes. 

"No shit." I spat. He laughed. It was a beautiful thing, hearing him laugh. I never really ever heard him laugh. But when he did, all I wanted to do was listen. The room was dark, but I knew it was Yoongi's. I recognized the shelf to my left and the smell of the burning candle on the dresser. It smelled minty, and it brought me peace. 

He took a deep breath. "We're going to take you to the hospital." He stood up. "I'm worried about you." He turns on the light and I squint at the sudden brightness. I shake my head and hide under the covers. 

"No! No doctor!" I really didn't like hospitals. They gave me the creeps and reminded me of my sister. There's nothing wrong with my sister, she's just a doctor. That told me to never contact her again. 

Yoongi scoffed and ripped the sheets off of the bed. "You sound like you're eight." He tried to grab my arm, but I resisted. "mmm...Get up!" he whined. "Hey! I will not hesitate to pick you up!" 

"Then why haven't you?" I giggled, still attempting to hide. That man really had nerve, because at that exact moment he did pick me up and carried me, like a baby, into the living room where he did not put me down, but he slid on some shoes. "Jin hyung! Namjoon! I want you guys to come with us!" he yelled. I tilted my head, still in his arms.

he looked at me with soft eyes and bit his lip. "I don't like going to the hospital alone." He put me down, finally, but remained holding my wrists crossed against my chest behind my back. "Don't you just hate going to the hospital alone?" he teased. 

"Yes, I do hate it." I said sharply. Yoongi got close to me, his lips grazing my ear. His lips felt warm on my cold ears, even though I was basically sweating. 

He snickered. "You don't like the hospital?" He whispered, giving me chills. God, sometime I hated this man. I heard the soft thud of feet and soon Namjoon and Jin were standing in the doorway, their mouths gaping wide open. Yoongi quickly let go of me and pushed me away. 

Jin smiled profusely, putting his hands up to his mouth. "What's this?" he said in a very high pitched voice. Namjoon crossed his arms and smirked. 

"Jin hyung, you already know what Yoongi and (Y/N) were doing." He looked over at me, crouching in the corner. "But just to be clear-" He jerked his head back to look at Yoongi. "-what were you doing?" 

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up. After steading me on my feet, he answered with a simple lie. "I was checking her temperature, no need to fangirl." His voice was clear, but I heard the slightest bit of nervousness in that smooth, deep tone. I looked at him and also noticed the tiniest bit of pink tinting his pale cheeks. Namjoon and Jin both smiled and shook their heads. 

"Can we just go and get this over with?" I asked, already opening the door and pressing the buttons on the elevator. The boys quickly followed. Once in the car, I strapped on my seatbelt and huffed. 

"What's with the attitude?" Jin asked sternly. 

"I hope I don't have to get a shot." I say, pouting. I look out the window as Jin unrolls it. Namjoon, who I seated next to me, laughs hysterically. He hits hand on the side on the door. Me and Yoongi scoff at the same time. "What's so funny?"