Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 18

I leant softly on Yoongi's unconscious body that laid on a bland hospital bed.
He breathed slow and steadily.
I was alone without him.
F/n had gone back home but without Yoongi there was no point in me going anywhere.
There was 40 minutes until the rap contest would start.
We're not going to make it.
I teared up rethinking about how many hours Yoongi spent practising, writing and playing his songs.
"Y-y/n...?" Yoongi mumbled staring at me resting on his body.
"Thank God your okay," I smiled wiping my previous tears away.
"I knew you'd save me." He grinned combing his fingers through my hair.
"I always will." I chuckled glancing over his frail body.
"What's the time?" Yoongi paused sleepily.
"If you're wondering about the rap contest it's in 40minutes." I sighed resting my head to face him.
"What! Y/n go now, please!" Yoongi pleaded in a raspy tone.
"Without you?" I questioned softly he nodded firmly.
"The nurses aren't discharging me till tomorrow, Y/n you have to. Please, get our names out there... the contest is pretty damn big..." he paused as water trailed from his eyes slowly. "Go. Gather a few fans... we've worked so hard for this. Y/n go!" He started pushing me from his side.
I froze as I examined the tears running down his cheeks. I should go.
For him. For OUR dream.

I looked at him in his watering eyes once more before leaving.
"I'm gonna win this fucking contest."
It took around 30 minutes for me to stammer into the rap contest.
With 10 minutes in hand I examined the contest area. The stage was practically just a massive balcony inside a warehouse where people were filling the room.
There had to be at least 2000 people crowding the room.
I walked backstage.
A big list of names and songs were displayed in order. I scanned the names my eyes hovering over 'Gloss and Floss'
Of course he put his name first.
Next to our names it read our song.
'Trust pt.2'
Believe me I have no idea why it says part two except from the fact that Yoongi said 'it sounded cooler'
I counted the order I'd go on stage. I was 17th out of around 60 other names.
I sat backstage, alone. My ears became numb to the rap pounding from speakers as I remember the crying eyes of Yoongi contained in a hospital bed. I cursed under my breath, rapper after rapper preforming on stage.
Building my confidence I recounted the performance Yoongi had planned in my mind.
Every lyric replayed in my head.
Not only did I have to master my parts of our song I also had to rap Yoongi's as well.
I sighed deeply as time passed in front of me.
Contestant 16 began to go on stage so I began my final preparations.
I stretched lightly and tried to feel the beat in my mind.
16 had finished.
I crossed my fingers and entered the stage like Yoongi said I should.
With complete swag.
I stood in the middle of the stage analysing the many faces in front of me.
I'm bat-shit nervous...
"Hey I'm floss. The song I'll be rapping is trust pt.2. Gloss is currently unable to come. So it's just floss today. Thank you, play the music." I tried to introduce myself normally without showing my awkwardness. As soon as our music played, the audience started bopping their heads to the beat. I started to jump around on stage a little to shake off the nerves.
The first verse started and my tongue moved naturally. I began to rapidly flow like Yoongi told me to. I began to grip the mic powerfully like Yoongi told me to. I then started throwing up hand gestures like Yoongi told me to. I smirked at how well I was doing as I looked at the satisfied audience.
The chorus started to fire out from the speakers, I felt so alive. I channeled my loss without Yoongi here into a new kind of confidence. I was doing all of this for him and I wasn't going to screw it up.
To be honest I pretty much aced all the rap and I was continuous with my flow.
I breathed heavily as the song finished.
I stood, stunned at the cheering crowd.
I bowed lightly and threw the mic behind me as I left.
Swag.
I smiled to myself as I sat back stage again. I'm proud of myself right now...
I called Yoongi.
"Hey I just preformed ~" I replied softly as I knew he still wasn't feeling well.
"Really? I'm guessing your at the top of the leaderboard?" His voice sounded croaky and hoarse.
"Leaderboard?" I questioned looking around.
"It should be on a big screen." Yoongi's sleepy throat said.
"Oh yeah. OH SHIT I'M WINNING!" I looked around embarrassed at my sudden shout.
Yoongi chuckled.
"Everyone is staring at me..." I told him in between his laughter.
"You idiot... have fun." I could sense his gummy smile through the phone.
"Get well soon Yoongs. Have a good sleep~" I grinned as I ended the call.
I watched performance after performance. They were all individually memorising and deserving of a high rank on the leaderboard.
The contest was ending and a set of hosts were announcing the top 3 contestants.
"Third place is 36." Everyone cheered as a blue haired stranger thanked the audience for support and exited the stage.
"Second place 17." A guy announced surprised.
I froze.
I got second!
No fucking way. I thought the contest was a big deal. How did some dork like me get second in a rap contest?
I stood from my seat and walked as chill as possible to collect the award.
I smirked at the crowd and told them to:
"Remember my name"
I thought I sounded cool...
"It's the first time a female rapper has come so close to winning~ congrats~" the host clapped as I walked off stage.
No way, I really need to call Yoongi right now.
As I was straying off to a quieter room I saw the first place winner admiring their trophy.
"Hey well done! I really enjoyed your performance. You have great stage presence!" I admitted smiling at the joy filled winner.
"No way! You were way cooler I'm surprised I won." The humble guy replied.
"It's Floss by the way." I shook the his hand.
"Runch Randa," He smiled back.
"See you around~" I waved as he bowed politely.
He's so sweet.
I headed to a quiet room and contacted Yoongi.
"Hello?" I asked.
"... hey you're voice must be too annoying to hear over the phone so I'm not picking up. Sucks for you, sincerely your genius Yoongi." His obnoxious voicemail rang in my ears.
He's probably asleep. Typical.
I slowly exited the warehouse where the contest was held.
A few other contestants greeted me and congratulated my success as I left.
I tried to keep a cool but cold demeanour to match the style of rap I preformed. However I could tell my dorky side was creeping out of me.
I walked back to the hospital in the dark night. The sliver stars illuminated contrasting with the dull sky.
I arrived to the hospital before I knew it and I hastily entered the reception.
I managed to convince them to let me see Yoongi and I strolled over to his room.
"Oh you're Y/n correct? Mr. Min's girlfriend?" A nurse questioned as I was stepping into his room.
"Why do you ask?" I asked back, sass projecting from my attitude.
"Well er Mr. Min was talking about you earlier and he mentioned that you were living with him. And erm the police came round earlier and they said they'd like to question you regarding Mr. Min's injuries." The nurse rambled nervous.
I smiled shortly replying simply with "okay"
But shit. If the police search our home... they'll find my defences... I mean my guns...
I can probably cover up the questions they ask me but if they take action they could potentially find the mass weapons I have hidden throughout my home...
Shit.
Worse then that is if they trail the investigation to my brother... he'd definitely blame me. Goddammit.
All I can do explain that we were the victims of some surprise arson or something geez.
Clearing my thoughts I headed into Yoongi's room.
Silence coated the walls as he slept peaceful within his hospital sheets.
I placed the second place award I won on the bedside table and carefully shifted into the bed with Yoongi.
Sleep over took my mind almost immediately as I drifted to zzzzzz