Pride and prejudice // MYG

Chapter 32

I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside. Rolling on my left side, I noticed Yoongi sleeping next to me. I smiled, he's so beautiful under the moonlight. As I took good look of his perfect face I noticed the uneasy expression on it. God he's sweating.

- Yoongi... - I whispered, hoping that waking him up would make him feel better. But it didn't work. He sighed and shivered, no words coming out of his mouth.

- Yoongi, come on... wake up! - I jolted his body for several seconds and saw how his expression worsened. I took a deep breath out and hugged his body, putting my head down on his chest and taking his hands in mine. - sh... its fine, everything is okay, im here. - I whispered hoping he could hear me wherever he was now.

- Bri? - I heard him crying out really lowly.

- Yes, baby im here, - I said quickly, ignoring the pet name coming out of my mouth.

- m-my bag... front... pills. - he tried to explain and I quickly got up to get his medicine.

I opened his backpack to find a small bottle full of red pills. I took one and found a water bottle on the table.

- here, - I let out and helped him sit up a bit, as I put pill in his mouth and bottle on his lips, he slowly gulped down the medicine, shaking.

Then I helped him lay down again. He looked a bit better, still shaking and sweating. He looked super exhausted, different, so vulnerable. I hugged his arm and petted it in support. He quickly fell asleep again.

I just remembered Hobi telling me about Yoongi being on pills and having some issues. I didnt know it was this serious. How many pills does he need? He has to take them every day? What was he seing? Gee, I need to calm down... I have so many questions in my mind now. However, Im not planing on asking him about it, I have to wait for him to be comfortable enough to tell me about it.

Hobi said everything started after his mother's death. I quickly slipped my hands off of his and gripped my phone. I decided to do some research about him and his family.

Apparently, he really is super popular in Korea that scared the shit out of me. Our lives are so different it's weird. Then there was one article about his mom. She was so beautiful and charming. Now I see where Yoongi got his cute, curved lips from. Her eyes spread happiness and sunshine. Yoongi looked so much like her, yet so different. He had some kind of a cloud on top of him, while his mother was a ray of sunshine. Guess life experiences changed him a lot.

The article said that she committed suicide, while Yoongi always blamed his dad for her murder. I was so confused, I read about 7 articles all stating the same. I sighed and searched for his pictures. I bet I look like a crazy stalker but gee Yoongi looks so good in paparazzi pictures, although he seems much younger in them. I honestly don't understand how his dad let him go to the other end of the world and fuck! I don't know anything about him.

Next morning we got up pretty early, at 6 am to get a breakfast. I loaded my tray with croissants, chocolates, cereal, sandwich and hot chocolate. Yoongi laughed at my choice of food.

- you're gonna get diabetes pretty soon. - he said with a chuckle.

I was happy to see him better. He has been smiling and enjoying the morning. Wonder if he even remembers last night. If not, that's great, he won't have to be uncomfortable and weirded out around me.

- Die from sugar overdose? Sounds fun! At least I'll die happily. - I smirked proudly and sat down next to Ally at the table.

- so, do you and your family have any plans for Christmas? - asked Erica.