Priceless

III.

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A loud bang on the bathroom door startled you enough to have Yoongi stir and groan into your neck from the bothersome noise.

It's been nearly fifteen minutes since you dialed Hoseok's number from Yoongi's cell, and luckily, he picked up on the second try. Once you explained Yoongi's condition and the need of help to escape this place without any unwanted attention, Hoseok's voice dropped to a low whisper and he told you to wait.

With legs exhausted and head pounding with an ache, it wasn't long that you sat down onto the floor in the corner of the bathroom. Yoongi, despite being in the doozy state of drunk and half-awake, was actually the one to pull you down to sit first.
He wrapped his arms around your waist as you came to settle on his lap.
His head rested on your chest, and your fingers continued to stroke through his matted hair. You prayed that the side effect of whatever drugs in his system would wear off soon because you knew he wasn't just drunk.

"You are...very comfortable," Yoongi murmured, voice hoarse. His breath fanning over your collarbone.

You released a small chuckle. Out of all what he's told you in the past thirty minutes, this was the most believable to hear. "I'm glad." You said.

"Mmm, and you're my girl now."

You gave a hesitant nod. "Is that really what you think?"

Yoongi hummed into your skin, "It's what...I really want." his hold around your waist tightened and he continued, "Guess.. I'm lucky. Cause I.. got it."

His words tore your heart in incoherent ways, and all you could do was let out the breath you were holding; it came out shaky and unsure. Just like your thought process when it came to Yoongi, in general.
The boy shivered beneath your fingertips, and you looked down at him. His face and neck was flushed with heat, and his body basically radiated with a feverish heat. You hoped that he didn't have a fever, but a worry about it still grasped your wandering thoughts.

"Yoongi," You placed a palm to his cheek. He hummed back, indicating he was still awake. Good. "Yoongi what did you drink exactly?"

"Idontknow," the blonde mumbled into your neck. "A lot."

You had reached to shake him awake but that's when Hoseok's loud knocks sounded through the door, doing it for you.

Ten minutes later -with the help of Hoseok- you had Yoongi's arm over your shoulder; your weight supporting his, while both of you trudged through a dark hallway that smelled like sour paint and cigarettes. You were heading in an unknown direction which Hoseok instructed you to go to while he went to get Yoongi's car. You were told it led to a back exit of the building, which was somewhere journalists and paparazzi wouldn't be at this hour.

Yoongi was conscious enough to walk, but not completely on his own. To a person watching from the side, it would seem like the two of you were just drunk or high, who staggered around to find an empty room.
Which, of course, did not look good on a front page of a magazine.
Not with Yoongi's past reputation.

You listened carefully to Hoseok's instructions and repeated his words in your head like a mantra; making sure that you didn't take the wrong turn. You passed a few people but they seemed to be much too intoxicated to even glance your way. Despite the headache and your aching legs, you tried your best to stay focused on getting out of this place without anyone noticing Yoongi.

"Where.. are we going?" Yoongi slurred, then yawned. You tightened the grasp you had on his waist and slowed the pace.

"It's a surprise," You told him, slightly breathless. "This place.. got really.. boring."