A Real Family | BTS x Reader

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Y/N POV
Just as I thought that I could wrap bandages around my torso, a familiar voice speaks up loudly, "Are you okay Y/N?"

I had gotten scared for a second, but knowing who it was calmed me down. It only took me a few seconds to try and say, I'm fine out loud, but nothing came out.

"Y/N what are you doing?" they ask a little more sternly.

I froze, wanting to respond but once I opened my mouth I had nothing to say aloud.

The only thing anyone could hear was the loud breathing coming from behind the curtain, then were footsteps coming towards me.

Fuck. My shirt isn't on. Someone is coming towards me. My wound would be exposed if they pulled the curtain.

Then. The curtain opened, from one simple slide.

I was about to scream until a masculine hand had covered my mouth. He shushed me at first, and loosened his hand from my mouth.

"What happened?" he asked smoothly, looking at my torso.

I lightly pushed his hand off my mouth. He got the message and started to look around for my shirt. "I-It's nothing," I reply, still standing where I was.

Yoongi chuckles, "Who did it?"

I looked at him, confused

"Who drew it? It looks pretty real you know," he states as it were funny.

ah, that hurt. I thought, Yoongi would always think these were a joke. It's happened several times, so I just ignore what he said. Unlike several other times I'd laugh it off with him.

A tight (but not too tight) grip I felt was on my left arm, with Yoongi's expression a little serious, an eyebrow raised. "They're real, aren't they," he tells me, I stay still looking at him in his eyes.

He lightly touches a bruise, and I wince at the pain. Yoongi's expression turns even more serious, with a pinch of worry.

The grip had gotten tighter, and my body was soon lightly thrown on the nurse's bed, light enough that I just sat. "Sit here, and don't move." he demands in a low growl, disappearing to go find something somewhere else in the office.

Huh.. that's weird, just as when I'm silent that's when he gets serious? It's a first actually.. getting serious and not joking around, and especially ordering me with whatever voice that was. I thought. A little too much that I was already lost in thought and confusion.

The sound of soft, but loud footsteps made me lose my train of thought, must be Yoongi.

There he is, already bending down to face my torso decorated with bruises. Something cold was soon contacted with some of my bruises, I slightly jumped and winced at the cold feeling.

Thinking the area is fine now, he takes off the cold package, finally staring up at me, only to get a stare from me back. His gaze was dark and scary, asking with a cold tone, "What happened."

I started to tear up without noticing, and Yoongi obviously did, but stayed in his spot, waiting to listen of what happened.

"Just the way they.. they treat us–" I croak out, already tearing up more from just the thought of them.

A soft, but rough hand suddenly cups my cheek in it, but I keep it there, finding comfort from it. But when I open my eyes and the blurriness of my tears disappear, I realize there's not only just Yoongi and me in the room.

I had made eye contact once my head lifted from Yoongi's palm, eye contact with a male a little far from us leaning on the wall. Jeongguk I think, Yoongi's friend.

I instantly looked down at Yoongi again, a bit flustered that not just there's two men in the room with me, but the fact I'm still shirtless.

Yoongi seemed to notice there's not just the two of us in the room as well, and so when he turns around, it seemed that he started to panic, also realizing I still don't have a shirt on and there's another male in the room.

"Gguk—" he cuts himself off, "uh— it's not what it's looks like. I was just help—"

I kicked him lightly, just to have him shut up. I stood up as just when Jeongguk was about to come towards us, but then we both stopped. Yoongi stood up as well, and I guess he signaled Jeongguk to leave, and so he did.

It was just Yoongi and me again, and I picked up my shirt to put it back on, "I'll heal it later I guess.." I tell Yoongi, and he nods in agreement.

I cleared my voice and heading my way to leave the office. I put my hand on the handle and tried to push it down to open, but it didn't budge.

I tried pulling and pulling on the handle, but still nothing. At when I had gotten a little dizzy, Yoongi's hand then was on top of mine, he pulled all the way down and pulled back, the door opening then.

I turned my head around and up to look at Yoongi, to say thanks but then my vision had started to get blurry, head lightheaded, and limbs weak, after the feelings, everything was black.

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Yoongi's POV

She luckily fainted in my arms, and i caught her just before she would fall to the ground. I may have a small body but I am on the basketball team, which boosted up my strength.

It was useless to yell out her name, so I carried her bridal style back to the nurse's bed and softly laid her on the bed.

I sat next to her sleeping body, "Y/N?" I ask out loud enough to have her possibly hear me. But, nothing came.

I then pinched her cheek, chuckling softly of just how funny she looked, cute.

The Bell Rings

ah, the bell..

Wait. The bell.

Ah shit, I have to go to class now, and I have to leave Y/N here.

"I'm going to tell our teacher you're here now," I whisper to her, smiling. And then I left, closing the door quietly and running towards our next class that I'm only to attend out of the both of us.