Mine. [3]

T h i r t y O n e

Thursday, January 27th
—10:20 a.m.

You woke up the next morning with an aching pain in your stomach and an aggravating headache.

You sat up and massaged your temple.

Yoongi slowly woke up and noticed how pale you looked.

"Whoa, babe, you okay?"

He sat up and examined you.

"I'll go make some tea, okay? Lay down until I get back."

You nodded and laid back down, staring up at the ceiling.

Yoongi ran downstairs into the kitchen, already boiling some water on the stove.

He couldn't stop shaking. He was scared.

Yoongi actually cared about you. He wanted to make sure you were okay.

See, he isn't the type to shower you with gifts and surprises everyday.

He isn't the type to say that he loves you 24/7.

He's the type where he'd listen to you even when you thought he wasn't.

He's the type to tell you that he loves you when you least expect it.

He's the type that doesn't show how much he cares for you.

But he cares.

He wasn't perfect. And never will be.

And that's just the way you liked it.

Flaws and all.

The water finished boiling and Yoongi poured some into a mug for you and plopped a teabag inside.

After he added some sugar to it, he raced upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the back of his hand on your forhead.

You were burning up.

He sat the tea down on the nightstand by the bed and ran back into the kitchen.

He returned with an ice pack and laid it on your head.

You watched as he scattered around the house, thinking of what to do.

Ever so often, he'd stop and look at you with the saddest look you've ever seen.

"Should I take you to the hospital?" He asked nervously.

You waved your hand for him to come to you.

He kneeled by the bed and looked at you.

You slapped his head. "You idiot, it's not like I'm dying. Stop shaking so much. I'm going to be okay."

He laid his head onto your shoulder and sighed.

"Get some rest. And if you don't at least feel a bit better, I'm taking you to the hospital, okay?"

You nodded and kissed his forehead.

He placed the blanket on you and left the room.

- - -

|Yoongi|

I left the room, relunctantly, closing the door behind me.

I slid my back down the door and took my phone out the pockets of my shorts.

"Jin, can you come over? I need to run to the store. Can you watch over Y/N until I get back?"

"I'll be there in five minutes," he said and then hung up.

I got up and poke my head into the room.

She was asleep.

I tip-toed into my closet, grabbing some jeans and my coat, then quietly shut the door.

I walked into Y/N's room to change since my room was being occupied.

- - -

"Yoongi, where are you?" I hear Jin yell loudly from downstairs.

I zip up my coat and run downstairs.

"Jin, are you crazy?!" I whisper while slapping him on the shoulder.

He slaps me back. "No, I am not crazy."

I point upstairs. "She's asleep. Shut up or I'll kill you!"

Jin scoffs. "I'll listen this time because I don't want to wake Y/N up but if you ever ever threaten me again, I'm going to kill you."

I roll my eyes and walk over to the door to put on my shoes.

"Just watch over her until I get back, okay?"

He nods as he walks upstairs, making his way into my room to look after her.

I grab my keys and wallet off of the countertop and leave.

I get inside my car quickly, already starting it up.

I back out of the driveway and head down the street.

My mind was focused on Y/N.

Is she okay? Is she dying? Why am I so worried.

A single tear made its way down my cheek, plopping down onto the steering wheel.

"Why am I crying? Please be okay, Y/N."

Please.

- - -

[A/N]
Dang man.

Yoongi actually cares about Y/N. Or should I say you.