I CHOOSE

22. TEST

An hour into her nap, (Y/N) was woken by a vibration in her pants, she took her phone out of her pocket, pausing to look at Yoongi who was still working on his computer.

She had received another message from Jungkook.

–Jungkook: I'm so sorry, I won't be able to make it to the studio, moving Hyung's stuff is going to take a while.

(Delivered)

Suddenly, the brightness of the phone screen began blurring up as the room around her turned and the urge to vomit returned. (Y/N) sprung to her feet, racing down the hallway to the nearest bathroom.

Yoongi noticed her dart out of the room and chased after her.

Minutes later, they both returned to his studio; with (Y/N)'s hand around Yoongi's neck as he led her to sit gently.

Yoongi seemed upset, his face a mixture of anger and concern; (Y/N) closed her eyes to avoid looking at the worried man.

His tight frown softened when a sole tear rolled down her cheek, not long after, tear after tear fell down her heated face as soft sobs escaped her quivering lips.

(Y/N) tensed when she felt Yoongi's hands caress her wet cheek, slowly wiping away the tears. She eased into his palm, resting her head in its warmth.

The contrast between his warm touch and the cold room caused goosebumps to rise of her skin.

"Your hand is warm." She opened her eyes to meet his soft, dark ones. He broke out a small smile at her words.

"It's probably because that's what you need right now." He whispered affectionately.

She blinked slowly and sighed for what seemed like the millionth time then nuzzled her head deeper into his milky palm.

"I'm scared." She revealed as his thumb caught another stray tear, wiping it away before it rolled down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, still rubbing his thumb carefully against her cheek.

"I don't.." She heaved a sigh, "I don't know, that's the problem and it's clawing at my insides I feel like something big is about to happen." She cried out helplessly, blinking her eyes open.

"Don't worry about any of that, because right now you aren't feeling well and I don't want that." He said sternly.

"There's a pharmacy not far from here, please let me take you so they'll treat you at least." He pleaded, cupping her chin as he gazed deeply into her tired eyes.

She nodded agreeing with his offer. Yoongi took her hand in his and walked out of his studio with her behind him.

They reached the lobby where Yoongi asked the receptionist to help him lock up his studio and handed his keys over to her.

After fixing his face mask and a black cap on, Yoongi walked down the street with his hand laced with (Y/N)'s securely; he made sure to move gently to avoid anything that would cause her to be dizzy like before.

After passing two buildings, they came up at a corner where a pharmacy stood, not too big, but it wasn't small either.

(Y/N) sighed in relief as they walked into the empty pharmacy, only a nurse sat behind a counter filing her nails while the television made low sounds in the background.

They marched up to her desk, "Good afternoon, how may I help you?" The nurse politely attended to the couple.

"Hi, my friend isn't feeling well so we'd like to meet with the doctor for treatment." He explained, after pulling his nose mask down.