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Yoongi // Closer // Part 2.

The second part to the request from the lovely DawnMorningGlory - I hope you enjoy!

Yoongi watched as you were still unconscious nearly twenty four hours after you had arrived at the hospital, and he couldn't help but note the nurses worried glances when they came in to check on you and swap your saline and IV. He sighed softly and paced the far end of the room, he had finally turned his phone on an hour ago and decided to reply to the boys who were now all concerned for both yours and his well being. 

Namjoon and Seokjin had visited twenty minutes ago and brought a little box full of food for Yoongi to eat, and a few bottles of water. They had brought a phone charger for him, so when you had woken up he could at least tell them. They wished that you made a speedy recovery and left, having came to Yoongi just before practice. 

"Yoongi?" A voice broke his pacing and he looked over seeing your weak and frail body laying there, eyes barely open and your lips parted. He rushed over to your side and held your hand. 

"Y/N?" He asked quietly. You cracked a smile and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I've got to call the nurse in."

Two days later and Yoongi had barely left your room, he used the shower as if he was at home and the boys regularly brought in food for the both of you. However, with the fractured wrist you found it hard to do the daily things that included eating or doing anything that required anything more than one hand. You hated asking him, but every time that you wanted food, you had to ask Yoongi to feed you. You refused to ask the nurses, feeling too ashamed of the whole situation to ask them. 

The third day was when they deemed you well enough to go home after a few brain scans and determining that you had suffered no damage. "Why did they give me a wheelchair that I can push myself, when I only have one hand?" You huffed in annoyance, Yoongi had quickly gone to the vending machine down the hallway to get some easy-to-eat snacks for you so you were stuck in the wheelchair wearing two large casts that the boys had gradually signed, one arm in a sling and your belongings on your lap. Yoongi came back in and smiled. 

"I got some snacks." He placed them on top of your clothes on your lap. 

"Why did they give me this wheelchair? If I push it with one hand, I'm just going to hurt my ribs even more and go round in circles." You huffed and he chuckled. 

"So when your wrist and ribs are better, you can still get around without my help." He smiled softly and you nodded. "Until then, I'm your personal chauffeur." 

"More time stuck with you." You joked. "Great." Yoongi chuckled and pushed your wheelchair out the room and down the corridor to the elevator.

When you finally got home, after the entire sporting event of getting you out the wheelchair and into the car and vise versa, Yoongi had lifted you from the wheelchair and carried you up the stairs before laying you on the bed and you sighed immediately with comfort. 

"I'll go downstairs and grab some juice for you." He smiled softly and left the room. Minutes later coming back upstairs with a tall glass of juice. You thanked him softly and smiled, sipping at the fresh juice. Within an hour you had realised drinking the tall glass of juice wasn't a smart idea, you couldn't walk and within the last few days the nurses at the hospital had wheeled you to and from the toilet and helped you. Now you didn't have that luxury. 

"Yoongi..." You spoke quietly, looking at the man lounging besides you scrolling through his phone. He looked at you with a small smile. 

"What's up?"

"So the tall juice was not a good idea." You spoke shyly and the man chuckled softly and put his phone down before coming round to your side of the bed and scooping you up, being careful of your ribs. It was a struggle trying to figure out how this was going to work, but you both managed to get there in the end. Once you were back in bed you immediately apologised. 

"Why are you sorry?" He asked softly. 

"Because you're having to take time off from work to make sure I'm fine and I can do things like that." You whispered, a small frown coming onto your face.

"Y/N." His voice turned serious as he got into the bed beside you. "It doesn't bother me in the slightest that I have to take time off from work to make sure you're okay. You're my fiance for crying out loud. I'm here to take care of you, make sure you're happy and healthy. The whole ordeal scared me, I won't lie to you... It made me realise that considering I'm your fiance, I didn't spend as much time with you as I could've." You sat in silence, listening to his speech. "From now on, you're my first priority. Even if that means I take you to my studio whilst I work, so we can spend time together. I understand that life isn't permanent, and that we could lose each other at any moment... So from now on I'll spend every moment possible with you."

You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you took his hand with your non-fractured side, and gave it a squeeze. "I love you Yoongi, it didn't bother me if you were working constantly. Well it did, but not a lot because I know how much those guys mean to you, and how much music means to you." You whispered.

"But you also mean a lot to me Y/N." He pushed a loose bit of hair behind your ear and smiled as he kissed your forehead. You smiled softly and lent into his touch. "I love you too."