Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 7

Yoongi's p.o.v
Wtf. Where am I?
I gazed around and recognised I was in y/n's bedroom. I felt something heavy on my chest under the duvet cover. I looked under the covers only to see y/n hugging my chest. Her arms were wrapped round my waist and her legs were tangled with mine. Her head rested on my crotch area... It kind of turned m— shh. I briefly hugged her back then I reached out for my crutches and stood up. Y/n didn't wake up so I carefully made my way over to her closet and looked for a comfortable change in clothes. And once again I was reminded with how much money y/n has.
"Y-Yoongi..." y/n called out to me tiredly.
"Yo." I greeted
"The.. fuck are you doing?" She said concerned. I guess it was because I was hunting round in her closet.
"Finding clean clothes." I said nonchalantly.
"Do you want me to help you?" She asked rubbing her sleepy eyes and standing up in her fluffy pjs.
"If you don't mind." I smiled looking down at my crippled foot.
Y/n immediately searched through her closet. She pulled out a pair of baggy shorts and threw them at me. They were bright red and had text on the back reading 'supreme.' Damn these are cool. Y/n then tossed me a soft, cozy white top. I changed my top quickly... I awkwardly stared at my foot.
"Why did you put skinny jeans on when you have a massive pot round your foot?" Y/n face palmed.
I doubt I'll be able to get these jeans off and over my pot...
"Sit down." Y/n ordered and I obeyed.
Y/n ran down stairs to grab something. I could hear her rattling round in the kitchen. When she came back she held a massive pair of scissors in her hands.
"Do I have permission to cut your jeans off?" She questioned ready for action.
"I liked these jeans..." I pouted.
"Too bad, this is the only way..." she eye rolled then smiled at me.
"Fineeeee....." I answered.
Y/n started cutting my skinny jeans. Her hands pressed along my legs as she guided the scissors upwards. She snipped up to the top of my waist then she pulled the jeans off my body revealing my pale legs. To be honest it felt really nice to be in her care, it was comforting to have someone to look after you and understand your feelings I felt more at home here than I did with my parents.
I didn't notice but y/n was looking at my boxers. I guess I needed to change them too but it would be hard to take them off...
"What do you want to do?" She asked biting her bottom lip.
"I could wear your—-" I joked.
"Fuck no." She interrupted.
"Well I need to change into something..." I stated grabbing the scissors from y/n then I started to snip at my boxers.
"Wah what are you doing??!" She said embarrassed. It was funny seeing her freak out.
"Getting changed." I teased.
"I'll go to a store and buy you some boxers..." y/n smiled ruffling my hair.
She left the room with some clothes for her to change into then she left to go to the store.
While y/n was out I grabbed my crutches and practised getting around to places. It's gonna be hard... moving was tiring enough but now I'm in intense pain whenever I hit my right foot.
"I'm back." Y/n greeted. She handed me a pack of boxers then she left the room.
I cut off my boxers then stretched the new one over my pot and onto me. Then got awkwardly dressed in y/n's clothes. I looked pretty dammmn cool despite my injury. Limping down the stairs with my crutches I smelt the holiest of smells. Breakfast. Y/n had leggings on,a grey buttoned up shirt and over that a mint green apron tied around her waist and hung around her neck. I peeked at what she was making, my eyes fixed immediately on to two servings of chocolate waffles glazed with maple syrup. She grabbed both the plates and headed in my direction.
"Sit down." She smirked laying the two dishes onto the table.
I waddled over to my seat and threw my crutches away. My stomach rumbled as I sat on the chair.
"Stop dribbling!" Y/n laughed at me as she cleaned the table.
"It.....s.... so...... fuck..... ing......... good......" my mouth watered with the sensation of y/n's cooking.
"Woah is it really that good?" She asked taking a bite of her breakfast.
"Huuuummmmmm" we both smiled in unison.
Until we both finish our food we chatted.
I love the chill atmosphere y/n has. It's reassuring to know that she's here to look after me.
When we were done with our food y/n lifted me up from my seat and handed me my crutches.
"Okay I'm off!" She said exiting house.
"Wh-where?" I questioned confused.
"You got me a date with a cute basketball player remember?" Y/n smiled.
"Oh. What am I supposed to do while your with Sungmin?" I pouted.
"There's a piano in the back room I put your sheets and stuff in there!" Y/n shouted then exited.
I waddled over to the back room on my crutches. In the middle of the room a brown piano stood. It was engraved with beautiful patterns and the keys were all spotlessly clean. It looked well used but brand new at the same time. I traced my hands over each key then lightly pressed down on some chords. My sheets were piled on the top so I grabbed them, practised and made up some new songs. The piano played elegantly and my fingers gilded with ease over each note. I'm so used to playing the piano with y/n it felt lonely to have the piano to myself now. I'm already missing her after 2 minutes... Since I felt sad all the lyrics I wrote were also quite depressing. I guess I was venting my emotions in the songs. That some how made the lyrics I wrote a lot more personal and it made me think more carefully about the words I use. Being next to this brown piano by myself made me think of a lot of things. It's pretty inspiring when such a simple thing can influence the work your doing. To be honest the songs were pretty fucking cool.
I kept writing and playing for a couple more hours until I decided to watch tv for a bit. Hobbling over to the tv I laid on the couch and in a matter of seconds I fell in a deep sleep. Time passed slowly as I waited for y/n to return. It had being several hours, I hope Sungmin is treating her well. I'm prepared to beat the shit out of anyone who makes her cry. I smiled to myself for thinking that. Then remembered it might be hard to beat someone up with a broken foot. I'll have to fight with crutches. Heh.
I doubt y/n would let anyone treat her badly anyway. And if so she'd probably be the one to beat them up. I laughed a little imaging y/n knocking Sungmin out.
"Yoongi?" A voice called entering the house.
"Y/n?" I questioned.
"Hi!" Y/n smiled widely at me, she looked so happy.
"How did it go?" I asked smiling back at her.
"It was so fun! I thought Sungmin looked a little bit like a flirt but in reality he's really down to earth and is so kind!" She bounced up and down giddily.
"What did you do?" I nosily asked.
"We met at the cafe..." y/n said then twirled. "Then we went shopping..." she continued bouncing up and down. "Finally we strolled in the park..." she chatted again spiralling round.
Why is she acting so weird? I'm more used to her being badass with a gun stuffed down her jeans. But she was being so ... sparkly? Her swag outfit did not suit her personality at the moment at all. She's way too hyper.
"What did you do, Yoongi?" Y/n asked as she kissed the top of my head. The fuck.
"Erm I played the piano." I stated. She's way too happy. Maybe she's on some crazed sugar rush and just needs a good nap to snap her back to normal.
Not like I don't like being kissed on the head though. What am I thinking?
Y/n sat on the sofa next to me and rested on my shoulder.
"I'm so happy... I've never being in love..." she said clinging on to my arm and buring her face in my shoulder.
She likes Sungmin. I'm jealo— never mind.
I kissed the top of her head then she fell in a dreamy sleep. I stared at her face for a little then also fell fast asleep.