Powerless ~BTS AU~

FLASHBACK

Yoongi POV

THAT MORNING

It is the first day of school, but sickness has no schedule. I watch worriedly as my mother takes another heaving cough into the white surgical mask.

I heat my hands up and put them gently onto her weathered cheeks. Her small eyes slowly open as she looks up at me. "Mornin' Suga." She whispers, her voice hoarse.

I grin softly at her nickname for me. She's called me that since I was a baby, for my extremely fair skin and 'sweet' smile. "Morning Eomma." I reply just as soft. "I made you breakfast."

She grunts lowly as she tries to sit up without assistance. I quickly grab her frail shoulders and help her up. I smile weakly. "It's okay to ask for help, Ma."

Her face remains set in stubborn determination. "In this world, you can't count to lean on anyone." She retorts.

I remain by her side. "You can count to lean on me." I shoot back. Her eyes brighten as she laughs. Her laugh soon turns into a painful coughing fit. I have to turn my face away as I rub her back. I hate seeing her in pain.

However when it passes, her smile naturally returns to her face. "Of course my little one." She coos. "I'll lean on you."

My mood significantly lightens and I help my mother off the bed, onto her unsteady legs. "I can stay home until you recover." I offer.

She does not hesitate. "Absolutely not Yoongi. Nice try though."

I sigh in defeat but continue leading her to the kitchen table. "But how will you go out?" I try again.

She nudges me away. "Oh hush. I've been doing this for almost ten years and you know it. I'll be just fine."

I sigh again, resting my head on my hand. "I'm sorry." I say.

She snorts. "You've been saying that since you were nine years old."

I shrug. "Can't help but feel bad." Once again, I look away, casting my eyes to the ground.

"Don't bother." She replies. "And don't think I don't know what you're doing, stalling here young man. Get to school! Your sister left 15 minutes ago."

"Because she actually cares!" But my mom gives me one look and I get up with a huff. "Fine, Eomma, it was worth a try."

She looks up at the clock, legs folded on the seat. "9:25 Yoongi, you better get ready quick."

She kicks me and I yelp, jumping away. "Okay, okay."

When she finally turns around to eat the toast and bacon I had so dutifully made for her, I look back. I gaze in sadness at the stump of her elbow, where her right arm once was, trying to blink away the image of her burning in front of me from my mind.