First Love || Yoongi X Reader FF

17

You and Yoongi's mother waited patiently for Yoongi to open his eyes by his bed in almost complete silence. The only sound coming from his heart beat on the machine next to him. It made you anxious and uneasy, but anything was better than the sound of that flatline. It's only been about ten minutes since Yoongi's heart went into cardiac arrest, but each minute seemed like hours with no end, like the clock was moving slower and slower.
"I'm going to go get some water, would you like some dear?" She questioned as she got out of her seat.
"Oh, y-yea, thank you."
She smiled sweetly at you and left Yoongi's room, leaving you alone with him.
"Aish Yoongi...you scared me.." You mumbled softly as you rested the palm of your hand on his cheek softly. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, catching you by surprise.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, chuckling lowly. "I didn't mean to."
Your eyes filled with tears as you smiled sweetly at him before pressing your lips against his forehead. "I mean it's not like you did it on purpose."
You both giggled, and you brushed his bangs out of his eyes.
"I'm your first love?" He questioned, the grip on your wrist tightening a little bit. You felt your cheeks heat up at his sudden question.
"W-what? What are you talking about?" You questioned stubbornly, trying to hide your red cheeks. Yoongi laughed for the first time in a while, calming down your pounding heart.
"I heard you stupid. I think I had a close to death thing or something. It's like everything was in black and white and it got cold. Then.." he lifted up his hand and pressed his palm against yours. "I felt you hold my hand, and it gave me warmth. I heard what you said, and I'm convinced it brought me back."
You felt your lips curve upward at Yoongi, he could be so sweet when he wanted to be.
"Someone should give me a diploma then huh?" You joked as a tear rolled down your cheek. Yoongi smiled and nodded his head as he wiped your tear away.
"Yea, I guess they should."
"Yoongi, you're awake." His mother whispered happily as she entered the room. Yoongi smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek when she sat down next to him.
"The doctors flew to go get you a new heart, you'll have to go in for surgery tomorrow at 11." She informed him, handing you the bottle of water she got for you.
"Are you ready..?" She questioned, rubbing his shoulder. Yoongi looked over to you and grabbed your hand tightly.
"Yea...Yea I'm ready." He replied to his mother, smiling weakly. "I won't die right? Cause if I die Y/N will kill me." He joked, forcing a snicker out of your lips.
"You won't die Yoongi, not with Dr.Stevens." She assured him.
"Y/N sweetie it's getting late, would you like me to drive you home in a few minutes or so?"
"Y-Yea, that would be great thank you."
"Okay, I'll go get my things and be back down in thirty minutes or so."
You nodded your head and watched as she walked out of Yoongi's room and into the hallway.
Yoongi grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him in an embrace.
"Yah, what are you doing?" You questioned, your cheeks burning red.
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "Keep me warm, my heart can't do that so you do it." He teased pulling you closer. "And don't say yah to me, I'm older and that's rude." He scolded flicking your forehead.
"Yoongi let me go!" You complained trying to break from his grasp.
"Tell me if you said it or not, I want to know!"
"Well I'm not going to tell you!" You protested.
Yoongi smiled and kissed your lips in an attempt to make you stop squirming, and it kind of worked. He pulled away and looked at you with his dark brown eyes, slightly hidden behind his black bangs.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
You sighed and licked your lips. "You won't make fun of me for it?"
"I won't."
You sighed and looked Yoongi in his eye. "Fine..I said it-"
Yoongi cut you off by smashing his lips into yours aggressively. It was rough, really rough. He pulled away from you slowly, staring at you breathlessly through his deep brown eyes. Your eyes focused on his lips, nothing more, nothing less. When Yoongi noticed, he smirked and licked the corners of his mouth before connecting his lips to yours again. This kiss wasn't aggressive enough to be rough, but it was soft enough to be delicate. The grip on your waist got tighter as he pulled you closer to him, your heartbeats pacing at the same time.

I've never felt like this when I kissed someone, not even Jungkook...

You thought, smiling between Yoongi's suddenly soft kisses.

You pulled away from him and smiled.
"You look like a loser." He joked.
"Yea well it's better to look like one than to be one." You snapped back, sitting up in his bed. Yoongi scoffed at your response and crossed his arms. "Yea well if I'm a loser, then you fell in love with a loser, making you as big of a loser as I am."
Your eyes narrowed at him as you smirked. He cocked up his eyebrows with his cute smile plastered on his face.
"You're right." You mumbled as you grabbed your things.
"So about the project, are you getting a new partner..?"
"Of course not. When you're better we'll play together. The project is so soon, not the performance."
Yoongi nodded his head and smiled softly. "I'm sorry.." he whispered just as you reached for the door knob. You slowly turned around to look at him from over your shoulder.
"For what? You don't have anything to apologize for."
"For confusing you...probably getting Jungkook to hate us forever-"
"You." You cut him off. "He would only hate you. But, he doesn't hate either one of us. I talked to him today and he said he's doesn't resent us." You assured him, giggling a little. Yoongi snickered softly. "Well I'm sorry anyway. And I'm sorry for not fighting hard enough...for telling you I liked you right before I gave up my life...I'm sorry."
You walked over to Yoongi and flicked his forehead. "Shut up."
His jaw dropped in disbelief, a small smile on his face. "What?! I'm trying to-"
"You're talking like you're about to die, so shut up. You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't feel bad. You'll live okay?" You assured him resting your forehead on his. He nodded his head as he looked at you with sparkles in his eyes.
"Okay." He whispered.
"Get some rest, I'll be here first thing in the morning tomorrow before you go in. All of us will."
You kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair a little, somehow making it look a little better. Yoongi's lips curved upward into a heart warming smile as he watched you leave his room. You then met his mother in the hallway, and she lead you to the parking lot where her car was. You buckled your seatbelt, and she did the same before she began driving.
"Y/N tell me something."
"Hm? Yes Mrs.Min."
"Did you mean what you told Yoongi? He's your first love?"

There's that question again.

You thought. You chuckled in embarrassment and fiddled your fingers, licking your lips due to nervousness.
"Y-yea...I did." You stuttered, averting your gaze to the window next to you. His mom chuckled and stopped at the red light.
"You're such a sweet girl Y/N, you remind me of Yoongi when he was younger."
You turned your head to face her with your eyebrows furrowed.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly does that mean..?"
She chuckled as she began driving when the light turned green.
"He used to be such a fighter. He used to fight every time he had the chance. He had his first transplant when he was a baby, but always had trouble growing up with the heart he had. It's the one he still has to this day. Somewhere along the way, he stopped fighting, and he played piano to drown out the rest of the world, and his emotions. He didn't want to live anymore...but all of that changed."
She pulled over in front of your home and smiled at you.
"He found you...you're the one who fought twice has hard for him, the one who told him to live on for the sake of everyone he would leave behind. So for you Y/N, I'm truly thankful."
Before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around you tightly, and after a short while, you hugged her back.
"Thank you for bringing back my boy Y/N." She whispered between soft sobs. You gently rubbed her back, trying your best not to tear up yourself.

This must've been so hard on her..

You thought to yourself.
"Have a good night dear." She mumbled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.
"Thank you Mrs.Min."

"Please Y/N, call me mom."

A/N:
More emotional chapters, sorry 🤧💓