Stay || M.YG

Chapter 4

I walked out of my room, wanting to head to the living room. I walked past Yoongi's bedroom and heard a thud on the floor. Curious, I opened the door and peeked inside. Yoongi wasn't on the bed and I assumed he as in the bathroom or something, until I looked down to find him sprawled on the floor. I rushed to his side and shook him. "Yoongi oh my god are you okay?"

I saw he could barely move a finger. Panicking, I looked around the room and saw his phone on the table in front of the bed. I picked it up, thanking the gods that he didn't have a password and dialled the first contact on his contact list; Namjoon.

The phone rang for a while until someone picked up. "Hello hyung, whats-"

"Namjoon oh my god,"

"Uh, oh hi Yuri, what's-"

"Yoongi passed out,"

"What?"

"Yoongi passed out what do I do?" I felt my hands shaking a little as I looked over at his still unconscious body.

"Yuri go look after him and call the ambulance, I'll be over,"

I hung up the phone and rushed back to Yoongi. I checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive and placed a hand on his forehead. As expected, it was burning hot. I dialled the hospital. I was about to call the number before I felt a hot hand grab my arm.

"Don't, no hospitals," Yoongi managed to breathe out. I could tell he was struggling. "Yoongi, you're sick you have to."

"Just. No."

"Okay," I whispered as I placed my palm under his head so he didn't have to lie down on a hard surface. "Namjoon's coming over,"

"I heard,"

"You're so stupid do you know that? Why did you have to go out without a jacket huh? Look at you now all sick. Next time you better remember to bring a jacket or just don't follow me if you don't have one okay? And who was the one who said they wouldn't fall sick? Oh that's right it was you, you fucking idiot now look at you now all sick." I nagged as I stared at him. "Look at you being so caring towards me," A light and weak smile formed on his lips. "Do you want to die?" I said and he just chuckled. I sat there, with the weight of Yoongi's head on my palm. Though I wasn't complaining, his fluffy hair that I wanted to felt for so long was on my hands.

I looked at him as I waited for Namjoon to come. He was lying relatively comfortably. His eyes were closed and it was then I realized how pretty he was. His facial features, everything. He has a small, round face with a cute nose. Low-set eyebrows with a slight arch at the end and thin downward facing lips. He was pretty, prettier than any men I have ever seen, ever. Remembering the times when I saw him smile, I realized he had a unique gummy smile which made him appear childlike, and innocent. It was then I thought about how cute he would look if he was genuinely happy and started laughing, how big his gummy smile would go and how adorable he'd look.

I snapped out of my thoughts just to find that Yoongi's phone, which was beside me, had started vibrating and I realized Namjoon was calling. I picked up. "Namjoon?"

"Open the goddamn door I have been knocking for so long I thought you passed out as well."

I chuckled. "Okay, wait a while," I carefully sat Yoongi's head on the ground as I went to open the front door. "Have you called the ambulance? Have they come over?"

"I didn't call the ambulance."

"Why not?"

"Yoongi didn't wanna."

Namjoon and I looked at Yoongi on the ground. "What do we do?" I asked the tall giant standing beside me. "Lift him up onto the bed, I'll find medicine."