i'll fight for you.[m.y.g × j.h.s] complete ✔

9.

i take yoongis hand ignoring his protest, "we're ganna get you cleaned up." i sigh looking down the road, my house is still at least a five minute walk away and he doesn't look like he could last two steps.

"okay so it's still kind of far so," i frown as i feel something on my shoulder and turn to see yoongi passed out there with his eyes closed.

i hesistate and pick him up in a bridal carry to take him to my house. he looks like he's in so much pain and it hurts my heart to look at him but i'm curious, who is near? i saw that man whispering to him but i only heard the last part of the conversation. i know asking him would probably be to personal so i guess i'll wait until we're closer.

i end up at my house about ten minutes later, yoongi is heavier than i expected. i know my mom would freak if she saw an unconscious guy in our house, especially when he's covered in so many bruises.

the door doesn't make a sound when i open it so getting to my room will probably be easy. i carry him up the stairs despite my arms starting to get sore from his weight. i'm about to walk into my room when i turn accidently hit his head on the door frame. it's load and i mentally curse myself for it.

"hoseok? is that you?" my mom calls, "why didn't you come tell me you were home?"

"sorry mom," i call back closing my bedroom door and putting yoongi down on my bed.

he's still unconscious but i'm certain that he will wake up soon. i quickly go into the on suit bathroom in my room and wet a face cloth before coming back and sitting next to him.

although he's covered in some blood stains and an uncountable amount of bruises, he seems so peaceful when his eyes are closed. i bring the damp face cloth down to his face and softly clean the dirt and blood of it.

i'm about to clean the blood around his mouth but i see his eyes slowly opening. i never thought that brown was a nice colour but now that i've seen how his eyes seem to sparkling, i think browns my favourite colour.

"where am i?" he asks trying to sit up again but i gentally put my hand on his shoulder so he stays laying down.

"you're hurt, please just stay still. how are you feeling?" i ask but he doesn't answer me, he kind of just glares at me as a finish cleaning the blood off his face.  when i'm done he sits up again leaning back on his hands, "why are you so nice to me?"

i blush and shrug, "i just like trying to make other people feel better, i don't think anyone should have to be in pain."

he nods, "can i ask you another question?"

"sure"

"why did you kiss me?"

-----------------
a/n thank you so much for over 150 reads!! i love everyone reading this and i hope you don't get bored of this book :')