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smut warning ⚠️highly recommend listening to the song above while reading ;) ~~~~~~~ Hobi's POV;
Yoongi and I decided to go back home to pack up a bag of taes needs. I folded the last of Tae's shirts that we'd be bringing to the hospital, since he's going in for surgery tonight, so I decided to pack a bag for him. I figured he'd be in the hospital for a few days or more, and I wanna make sure he has what he needs.
These past couple weeks have been stressful for everyone. The press now has information about Tae's condition, and they're all over it. Articles, news, updates online. Everywhere. And it's stressing Tae out. Luckily army is sending their love and prayers, they're like our safety blanket I swear. Everyone wants this to be as private as possible.
I zipped up Tae's duffel bag, putting it in his closet before heading to my room, where Yoongi was on his phone.
"Ridiculous.." I heard the mumbles of his low voice as the only sound in the room.
"What?" I asked.
"BTS's Kim Taehyung close to death!!" He read off his phone in a sarcastic tone. "He's not fucking close to death. I hate the press." He shut his phone off, tossing it aside.
"Just ignore it, Yoonie.. it's a call for attention." I assured him, unplugging my phone from its charger that sat on my dresser.
"Still.. the stress of this was bad enough, now the whole world knows.." he looked at me briefly then back down.
"Well ARMY had a right to know.. but I get what you mean with the press and everything.." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"I know they did.. but it's being blown way out of proportion and I hate it. I just pray that his surgery goes well tomorrow.." he sighed deeply. I walked over and sat next to him, gently holding his hand.
"It will.. I know it will. I promise." I kissed his knuckles. "Tae is a fighter."
He nodded, setting his phone down. He looked at me with a tiny smile. I brushed my finger under his chin, feeling his soft skin.
"You always know how to make me feel better.." he said softly, squeezing my hand tighter.
"I always wanna make sure you're okay. You'd do the same for me." I smiled at him. He nodded.
"I really would.." he kissed my cheek, causing a soft giggle to leave my lips.
"Come on, let's get everything packed." I got up, walking to my dresser and mirror. I pulled my sweatshirt off to change, so I only had my jeans on. I then felt eyes on me. I looked at my mirror, seeing Yoongi eyeing me from across the room. He had his arms crossed over his chest, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth. I chuckled a bit.
"You okay over there?" I asked.
All he did was nod.
I reached to the back of my neck to take the thin chain that was draped around it off. I then felt two hands run down my sides, and then two arms snake around my waist tightly. It happened quick too. I could feel Yoongis quick breaths on my neck, his warm body pressed against mine.
