Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 19

The solemn smell of the hospital over took my senses as I awoke from sleep.
Yoongi was still dozing off beside me.
It wasn't until now that I really began to understand how much danger he was in.
I mean my brother probably drugged him up and beat him helpless. Yoongi had been kidnapped from our home and had almost been killed.
The fire Doyoung started probably added to the pain in his mind... not to mention the bullet that had rebounded off of his body.
Actually thinking of that, how the hell is he bulletproof? I thought he was joking but that's twice a shot had just bounced from him.
"Y/n?" His groggy voice sounded from beside me.
"Yo yo-" I greeted turning towards him.
"Shit one rap contest and you're already saying 'yo'" he chuckled and laid back into the hospital pillow.
"You'll never guess what though!" I cheered elbowing his side lightly.
"No way!" His eyes stuck to the trophy next to me.
I laughed at his ecstatic reaction and I picked up the trophy and placed it between us.
"Second place. Wow Y/n this is amazing." He smiled wide and held the trophy tightly.
"We may have gotten first if you were there." I sat up from the bed.
"Hmm? But my Y/n did so well~" Yoongi teased still clinging to the trophy.
"'My Y/n' pffff in your dreams." I laughed.
"I can only dream.." he acted awfully and pretended a tear ran down his face.
"Suck it up." I joked.
"But seriously this is amazing..." he admired the trophy even more.
"I think we're gonna need a counsellor..." I replied staring at Yoongi's affection for the trophy.
"Why?" He questioned still focused on the award.
"I'm worried your going to start fucking the trophy..." I joked.
"It is beautiful... I mean look at those curves." Yoongi traced his hands over the trophy seductively.
"Maybe I should call a doctor instead..." I said scared of the love between the trophy and him.
His gummy smiled lit up the room as I decided to tell him more about the performance. Distracting him away from the award I quickly placed it back on the table away from his unholy hands.
"Mr.Min?" A nurse entered the room. "Can I do a quick check up?" She asked smiling between us.
"Yeah, I can go home after right?" Yoongi sat up.
"Yes," the nurse started reading a clip board and checking Yoongi.
The nurse finished quickly and left saying "you're free to go"
We smiled at one another and began to stand.
"A-ah ow.." I heard pained groans from Yoongi as he moved his legs.
"Woah you okay?" I ran to his side and held him up.
"I'll be fine. I guess my legs are just asleep..." he sighed looking down at his weak legs that were clothed in hospital pajamas.
"Don't worry. I'll help... where are your clothes?" I held him up carefully.
"In a bag, over there." Yoongi pointed and I lead us over.
I placed the award in the bag and grabbed it.
"Let's go." I smiled and we walked slowly out the hospital.
Yoongi was struggling to walk his feet just seemed to drag as I held him. Once we reached outside he looked really ill in the sunlight.
"Here." I called crouching down signaling him to climb on my back.
"Sorry if I'm heavy..." he chuckled embarrassed as I carried him.
"I'll get us home in no time don't worry. Rest up." I explained strolling to our home.
The grip Yoongi had on my shoulders began to weaken and his head dropped to my neck.
He fell asleep.
In truth Yoongi wasn't heavy at all, he's so light. His ill body rested feather like on my back.
"I'm sorry Yoongs." I started. "You're in so much danger because of me..."
snores began in my ear. I sighed and continued home.