Finding Bottom

Eggs and Temptation

Yoongi POV

After finishing the scrambled eggs, and ensuring him that I felt just fine, he still insisted on checking my pulse, temperature, and blood pressure. Watching this super attractive man being so proficient in taking care of me gave me some thoughts. Thoughts that were not entirely pure. In the right situation I may have asked him to play doctor; thinking that made me giggle.

"Yoongi," Angel wined a bit. "You have to stay silent and still while I'm taking your blood pressure!" he scolded. I looked up to meet his eyes, and we both paused for a few seconds. It sounds like a cheesy romantic movie, but I actually felt myself getting lost in his eyes. I couldn't look away, but more importantly, I didn't want to. He must have felt that connection too.

Angel cleared his throat. "Uh-hem. Ahhh... well, everything looks good here. Did you say something about coffee? I think you did. Let me go see about making that." He was rambling a bit, as if he was nervous.

"How about I finally get out of bed and make my own coffee?" Seeing that Angel was about to protest, I continued, a bit bashfully, "I have to pee anyway."

"O-Oh – OK. Let me help you."

I looked at him curiously. "I don't really think I need help peeing. I remember how to do that."

Angel gave me a weird look, shyly smiling. "No, silly. I'm going to help you get out of bed and make sure you can walk OK to the bathroom." Then he added on, "I mean, I am a nurse so if you need help with anything once you're in the bathroom..." he trailed off.

It felt sort of awkward and uncomfortable between us for a few seconds, but then I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and it seemed that Angel's nursing senses took over. He put his hands out to help me up and make sure I was steady on my feet. After standing for a few seconds, I got my bearings. It felt like I hadn't stood in months, and suddenly I wasn't sure if I remembered how to walk.

I looked up at Angel, who was watching me with concern. "You OK?"

I felt the need to act like everything was OK. "Fine. Just feels weird to stand. How long have I been laying down? What time is it?"

He looked down at his watch. "It's noon, so you've been in bed for about 10 hours."

I scoffed. "That's all? I've taken longer naps than that." I stated somewhat proudly.

He pointed to my stomach, "Yes, but this time you've had quite a bit of extra substances running around inside you, and some of them wreak havoc on your muscles and balance."

I looked away, slightly ashamed. I know that he wasn't judging me, but I was judging myself. How did I let myself get to that state? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Unfortunately, when I get angry, I unleash that anger, and Angel was the only target in my path.

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes. "Can you move now so I can finally pee?"

I stole a glance in Angel's direction; he seemed taken aback by my sudden switch in emotions. I know I was acting moody but couldn't control it; could I chalk that up to the drugs?

"O-OK. Sure. Do you want my help?" he asked more softly.

"I already told you I didn't. Stop asking me." I huffed as I walked slowly toward my bathroom. I had a sudden urge to get the angel out of my house. I needed time alone to process everything that had happened over the last 24 hours.

While I was in the bathroom, I heard my doorbell ring. I heard voices and assumed Angel must have opened the door.

After finishing my business, I peeked around the corner to see who stopped by, but rather than announce myself, I decided to listen in when I saw that it was Hoseok.