Club D.T |MYG ✔️

25

I woke up with a smile on my face. It was the first time since the accident three weeks ago that I got to sleep how I liked, in Yoongi's bed, wrapped in his arms trying to keep myself warm from the freezing AC that he refuses to shut off. I didn't mind the cold, it gave me more reasons to cling to Yoongi anyway.

I stayed in bed remembering the three weeks that had passed by quickly. Everything seemed to go back to normal, all the boys were going out of their way to cheer me up and spend time with me as if to emphasize that no one had any hard feelings.

I remembered all the sweet gestures they had made, how Taehyung brought over two big canvases and a whole box filled with different types of paint and a lot of brushes and we'd spent the whole day painting.

How Jungkook would take me down to the club that I really loved, sneak me a few drinks against Namjoon's orders, and DJs the night away, making the crowd go crazy. He would try to explain what he's doing, things about a song's beats-per-minutes and whatnot, but I couldn't understand anything. He was happy to explain everything, and I was happy to hang out with him.

How one time Jimin and Hoseok came to me with huge grins on their faces and a box filled with beads and charms for making DIY bracelets. The three of us made bracelets for each other, just like silly friendship bracelets, but once we wore them none of us took them off.

Every couple of days, Namjoon would come to check on my wound, disinfects it, and applies medicine to it. While chatting with him I learned that we liked to read the same types of books, so one time he came and gave me one of the books he liked, and once I was done reading it, we spent hours discussing our favorite parts and such. He gave me a few more books and since I had all the time in the world, I finished them in a short amount of time but my conversations with Namjoon only got longer.

Once Seokjin offered to teach me how to make his signature stew that always helped to make anyone feel better, especially if the person is sick or tired. He taught me a bunch of helpful techniques and a few valuable cooking secret tips that can transform the simplest dishes into masterpieces. I won't deny that his stew helped heal my wound faster.

However, every night before going to bed I would go to Yoongi's room where he decided to teach me how to play the piano, specifically the song he played for me the first time I ever came into his room when we had our first kiss.

Ever since the accident, Yoongi has been treating me very gently, as if I was a fragile glass vase that would shatter from a wrong touch, and when he was teaching me he was somehow more gentle. He was very patient with me as I was not as a fast learner as I have been during my target shooting lessons with Jin, or my self-defense training with Jimin.

Regardless of my slow-learning process, Yoongi would teach me every night, go over each part of the melody as many times as I needed until I could play it. Even after two weeks of practice, I still had some mistakes while playing, and I would play the tone about three times slower than it was meant to be.

I guess last night I did a great job playing the piano because Yoongi finally let me sleep with him. For the past few weeks, he would say things like "I don't want to move in my sleep and accidentally hurt you" or "what if I move the wrong way and your wound opens up?" but I knew he was just being unnecessarily paranoid.

I felt a lot better, I could walk now without using my crutches. Sure, I would limp from time to time and feel sudden waves of pain, but that was nothing compared to the pain I felt before. I was more than happy to wake up in his arms again after three weeks of lonely nights.

I knew that Yoongi woke up as well because he tightened his embrace around me, and I couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle.

"Mornin'", I told him. His eyes were still shut but he smiled at me. "Did you sleep well?"