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Yoongi- nail pt 2

It took me a ridiculous amount of time to even start this chapter, so sorry for it being a little late. I got so many books it's hard to keep up sometimes 😅
Anyway, on with the chapter.

"It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts"

The others looked around at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do. See, Yoongi in pain could go one of two ways. Either he would be clingy and want all the comfort and cuddles in the world. Ooooooor... he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who dared touch him. Or at least he'd threaten it. They all knew in reality the worst he'd do was a harsh slap. But they still didn't want to risk it. So they didn't know what to do to help Yoongi through the pain.
"Oh, the IV has run out, let me get you some more painkillers." The nurse said, and the others inwardly sighed knowing they would be saved by the painkillers.

"Someone get over here right now and give me cuddles or I'll kill you." Yoongi said, making the others hold back their laughs. Yoongi was too soft for his own good sometimes. Jin went over as Yoongis only hyung and gently stroked his hair back and hugged Yoongi when he held his arms out to jin.
"It hurts hyung." Yoongi whimpered, letting his guard down around jin.
"I know yoongs. It'll be ok"

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(Why did I say I'd do a part 2 what have I dug myself into help)

The next morning, Yoongi was woken up to a doctor saying he needed to look at his hand. Yoongi just nodded cluelessly, not knowing what the doctor said. He just went along with it, as the doctor unravelled the bandage from his hand, revealing the not-so-clean hole in his hand again, Yoongi sighed and looked away, not wanting to throw up again.
"Looks good. If we just give it another clean then we can stitch it up. Ok?" Yoongi looks at him in confusion, leaving an awkward feeling in the air. This language barrier was proving hard to deal with. A nurse got her phone out of her pocket, went to google translate, and typed out what the doctor had said, translating it to Korean, and showing it to Yoongi. The phrasing was a little strange, but Yoongi still got the message, and nodded. He then sat there nervously as the doctors and nurses came in and out with lots of equipment and got set up to stitch his hand up.

He looked hesitantly at his hand just to see what they were doing to it. Just at that moment they started cleaning his wound with a saline/iodine solution, and even though it stung like a bitch, yoongi could still feel it go straight through his hand and drip out the other side. A feeling that made him want to throw up. He whimpered a little to get the attention of the nurses, and when they saw him looking away and covering his mouth, that was enough to know what was happening. One of them grabbed the stack of emesis bowls off the counter and held it under his chin already bracing for a stream of vomit. But yoongi did the best he could to hold back, taking deep breaths through his nose, and eventually the nausea subsided a little, but he still held the stack of bowls close, just in case. He didn't dare look in the direction of his hand, and he couldn't understand anything they said, so when he felt a sharp pain in his hand he had no clue what was going on. He was scared and in pain but there wasn't much they could do about it, because of the language barrier. But when he eventually felt his hand going numb, he pieced the puzzle together in his head and knew that sharp pain must have been the needle with the anaesthetic. And so he relaxed a little, knowing the stitches weren't going to hurt too much. Still he kept looking away, so when the stitches were done, he didn't know.

"ok, all done. You can look now." Yoongi just about understood that, and tentatively looked over at his hand, to see a cluster of stitches in the centre of his hand where the hole used to be. it looked so clean, almost like nothing ever happened. Just like someone stitched some random stitches in the centre of his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing he wouldn't have to ever see the look of that gruesome hole in his hand again.

His hand was wrapped thickly in bandages to protect the stitches and to support his fingers since he had limited use of them right now, and he was told he could go home later that day. That made yoongi smile.

All seven of them came to pick him up, and he was embraced in many tight hugs. He didn't admit it, but he loved it. His blushed cheeks and held back smile kinda gave it away....

"yknow Yoongi, manager-nim said you can perform today if you're up to it! you wont be able to dance but you can still sit to the side. better than nothing." namjoon says with a smile. Yoongi couldn't help but let his smile come out. He was nervous about making the fans worried with how much bandaging he had on his hand but he didn't care. It was better than not being there. That would probably make them worry even more.

--------------------(that night at the concert)------------------

"Hi everyone. I know a lot of people are probably worried about me after what happened yesterday, but im back here today, and im doing better. I'm so glad i could at least come onstage and say hi to all of you." yoongi wondered whether he should tell the truth about what happened. Would it be too much for the fans to handle? probably.

"I hurt my hand, pretty badly while catching my fall and its meant i need stitches, and...." yoongi paused. Everyone in that stadium could see he was upset about something. "We don't know, if i'll ever get full use of this hand back... but i still hope that i do so...." the stadium went quiet as they listened to the translation, and then the stadium broke out into screams, of support and sympathy for yoongi. He couldn't hold back anymore. He turned himself around on the chair to hide from the thousands of eyes on him and he subtly tried to wipe the tears away. He didn't mean to cry. It's just been a stressful few days. Tae who was stood next to him chuckled and ruffled his hair before resting a supportive hand on his back. It didn't take long before the whole stadium was chanting his name in support.

Damn, i love ARMY.

Sorry this is hella short, but as you know i've been kinda struggling lately. But of course, the moment i post an A/N saying I have writers block, the writers block goes away 😂Anyway, sorry this is short, i regret ever saying i'd do a part 2 i should have just put it in the same chapter lmao. Anyway, I think the only reason i have sudden inspiration is cause im typing on my laptop lmao. Dunno why it makes so much of a difference but hey ho. anyway, Still don't get your hopes up that I'll start updating hella frequently cause i don't have access to my laptop very much just to be able to have sudden bursts of inspiration lmao. I say lmao a lot im sorry. Thanks so much for all the support!
Anyway, see ya in the next one!
안녕!!!👋🏻