ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where she's acting strange pt.1 (MYG)

  Yoongi was surprised to see his wife still in bed with him when he woke up. He furrowed his brows, lifting his head and looking down at her. He'd been back home officially for two months, and he had became familiar with her habits once again, as they hadn't really changed since his absence. That is until this morning.

  He supposed she must not have been feeling well, she kept massaging her temples the night prior, looking a little faint. He leans closer to her body, looking down at her face. Yoongi rubs her arm. Mya opens her eyes, stirring. He realized she wasn't sleeping, which made him more confused.

  "Yeobo?"

  She hummed.

  "Are you alright? You look worn."

  Mya sighs, "I'm just light-headed." Was all she said, her voice faint as her eyes drooped shut. He couldn't be sure why she was feeling this way. He gets up and freshens up for the day, though he was sure they had nothing to do that day. Mya wasn't working that day and he wasn't obligated to produce music on specific days.

  He grabs a pill bottle from their bathroom cabinets, reading the back of it before trudging back to bed where his wife remained, she barely moved. When he stood in front of her she hadn't acknowledged him, which was definitely unlike Mya. He wasn't much of the affectionate type - at least not on the surface - as he shows his love through actions primarily. Yoongi figured today would particularly be an exception.

  He moves a dread from her face, noticing her hair wasn't tied back like it usually was in bed, the elastic band she used to hold it was drooped and loose, barely holding her black dreads together. Yoongi felt growing concern, "Yeobo?" He spoke softly.

  Her lids fluttered, and she looks at her husband. She didn't look any better, worse actually. Yoongi shows her the bottle of pills to help her get the relief she'd need. Only for Mya to shut her eyes at the sight of them, groaning and shaking her head.

  Yoongi furrowed his brow for the umpteenth time that morning. He moves her droopy hair from her face and exposed neck. She wasn't burning up but she definitely felt warm. He cooed, "Won't you take the pills, yeobo? You know I hate seeing you like this." She looked completely devoid of energy, and was breathing heavily and slowly.

  She swallows thickly, shaking her head in refusal. "I can't." Was all she said without elaborating, Yoongi knew he'd be pestering her if he asked why. So he sighed and let it go.

  He places them on her stand, next to her lamp and water bottle. "Are you fit to eat?" He wondered.

  She groaned, which wasn't much of a response, though Yoongi went with it. He'd make her something and if she didn't eat it then she could surely have some later. He thought of something simple on his way downstairs, and began whipping up japchae for his wife. He also brewed an herbal tea, which he hoped would help to restore her strength.

  He heads up to their bedroom with a bed tray (which they only use when one of them was sick, though that hasn't happened in a good couple of years), first bringing her the tea. Though as he approached the room he heard hurried shuffling, and used his toe push the door open further before looking in. Just in time to hear his wife retch as she entered their bathroom.

  Yoongi cringed at the awful noise, setting her tea aside before following her to the bathroom. He wasted no time going to comfort her. She jumped and instinctively blocked him with her hands when she felt him touching her, panting and unable to look at him. Yoongi holds her hair back with his hands, collecting idle pieces of it to hold. Mya sighed and wordlessly sunk her head back in.

  Fifteen minutes later Yoongi was helping her up to her feet so that she could wash up. She had been dry-heaving for a good while and as a result of the pain, her cheeks were wet with tears. He felt really bad for her and wanted to do more. He wished there was a way to completely wipe away Mya's pain and suffering.