anonymous requested: Hi! If you're not too busy with requests or anything could you do a scenario with YoongixReader with number 4 5 and 35? Could you make it a little bit of angst and end with fluff? Thank you and I hope you're having a great day 😊
prompts: “You forgot me” | “Don’t say a word” | “It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.”
a/n: hope you’re having a great day too nonnie! and sorry for taking so long on posting requests :’)
“You’re okay...” the words reached you and echo, like they came from afar “Breathe. Just Breathe…” they continued.
Your ears throbbed, there was a constant and annoying chime muffling all another sound alien to that voice. Around you, only darkness was perceived; no sensations, no pain, nothing except for that far voice. It felt as if you were levitating amidst nothingness.
“Open your eyes,” It pleaded sweetly, somewhere beyond the shadows enveloping your body. “Come back.” It demanded “It’s okay. It’s over now. You’re Okay. Please, wake up.” Slowly regaining consciousness little by little you feel your limbs. “Don’t do this to me. I love you so much. Please, come back.” You could feel partial pain all over; arms, legs, and a distinctive pain on the side of your head. The dark veil behind you lids rises and lets small beams of light through, the sight is blurry but you can distinguish shapes hovering above- one of them catching your attention. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me. I love you. Please, come back.”
“You forgot me,” The words slurred from your lips, followed by a stinging pain and the realization of that lukewarm liquid emanating from your mouth and filling it with the known taste of metal. “You forgot me, Yoongi” He had his arms wrapped around your limp figure, holding you close against him, so close you could even hear how fast his heart was beating inside his chest.
Looking up into his eyes you saw how they glistened, and how the green light of an ambulance shone upon them, lighting his features. Yoongi was a complete crying mess, his whole face was red and swollen, he sobbed lightly, his runny nose and cleaned himself on the shoulder of his jacket while looking down at you, his lips contorted down visibly distressed, nodding repeatedly. “I know...” he cried, anguish filling his words “I know…”
Your eyes closed as you last watched him and how the paramedics tried to take you from his embrace, then the veil closed again and you slipped from consciousness.
Tick, Tock.
The driver hit on the brakes too late, the tires screeched as the car slid and got you.
Tick, Tock.
Your body got a full impact and blacked out.
Tick, Tock.
You open your eyes. It takes a little while to get used to the bright lights but soon enough you recognize where you are- a hospital room.
You shift a little realizing you feel numb all over, there is an odd feeling in your arms and realize you have an IV drip attached to it.
“Y/n,” an unknown voice calls your name. “I’m Doctor Jun.” A tall young man enters your field of vision, his eyes are black as well as his hair, he’s holding a light to your eyes and moves it while speaking to you. “You’re in the hospital. I need to ask you a few questions, is that okay?”
You raise your eyes to him and try to nod and talk but found you have a collar stopping you from doing so accompanied by a sore throat.
“It’s okay, please don’t move your head.” he stops you quickly. “Blink once for ‘yes’ twice for ‘no’, alright?” you answer him by blinking once. He smiles pleased by your reaction “Excellent. Now, first thing... you were in a car crash y/n, you are fine and well,” he explains calmly seeing you try to move again at his comment “You have some scratches here and there and a light head trauma.” he talks softly and slowly “We will have you here tonight just in case to check there are no further complications to your health, yes?” you nod once. “Alright, I’ll take off this thing so you can be more comfortable,” he commented while gently taking the support of your neck. “Rest and I’ll return later.”
Doctor Jun leaves, its hard to turn your head but you can hear his footsteps walking further away. “She looks good,” you hear him talk, someone is with him but the voice is barely a mumble “She’s conscious and responding well to stimuli. You may enter, however, I must ask you not to stress her, yes?” the stranger responds, again you can barely hear mumbles aside from Dr. Jun’s voice.
You hear footsteps coming closer and it's hard to scratch the need to move your head and meet the stranger’s face, but soon enough you see him- and your heart drops.
Yoongi was standing next to you looking defeated, a faint but recognizable scent of dirty clothes reached your nostrils,he didn't shower, his dark-ringed eye bags stood out from his pale features, the glassy, bloodshot eyes, a tell-tale of how he spent the night awake waiting for yours to open. ‘what is he doing here?’ you wondered.
And the memories came flushing.
It was your birthday.
Yoongi and you had agreed some months ago on how the two would spend your birthday together. Yoongi had suggested doing everything you loved, from starting the day at the amusement park, to end the night at some karaoke bar grabbing some drinks and singing drunkenly together, and it all sounded perfect.
“This is going to be the greatest birthday ever!” you sing-song.
“You always do this on your birthday y/n.” he scrunched his nose, not understanding why you looked so excited.
“Yeah, but most times you cannot make it, so we hang out after my birthday.”
“That's true…” he agreed.
“This time you have no choice but to come to it Min Yoongi” you warned, lifting one eyebrow. He shrugged pretending he didn't care about your threat and you pinched the flesh of his arm making him jerk his arm.He hated when you pinch him, you always knew that and would use it to annoy him. “Min Yoongi!!!” you demanded.
Yoongi nodded while caressing the reddened skin while he complaining then dedicated a smirk “Min Yoongi never breaks a promise.”
Until the months to your birthday succeeded.
That was when the friendship started to crumble.
The period of life both you and him were going through was tough, studying different careers and having different jobs took his tool on both.
You stopped hanging out and dedicated to other things, like projects- projects that didn't include the other; different social circles, new friendships and whatnot ended up slowly breaking the strong bond you had.
You fought a lot more, you blamed each other for the stupidest things, and you most of all ended up crying on most occasions.
One fateful day, the biggest fight happened.
He said hurtful things to you, and you said them to him as well.
You cried, and so did he.
He stormed out your door four days before your birthday, and you didn't hear from him again.
The morning of the said day you woke up and checked your phone but found no messages from Yoongi. You took a shower, dress-up and walked to the bus stop you both agreed on meeting in order to leave for the amusement park.
Yoongi and you had fought before, but he has never let you down not even once no matter how bad.
An hour went by, you were staring at the screen of your phone, notifications of people wishing you a happy birthday flooded the screen, yet still not a single message from him.
Warm tears started to roll down your cheeks, landing on the phone screen while inside your chest your heart slowly crumbled.
You feel embarrassed and broken, you just want to go home so you take one step to cross the street.
But you’re still looking at your phone.
And you fail to hear the klaxon of the bus heading right for you.
“Hey,” Yoongi’s growly voice spoke. His hand reached out with the intention of holding yours, but he hesitated on doing so.
‘Hey,’ You mouthed silently.
Yoongi sniffed and rubbed his nose between his thumb and index finger before pulling a chair and bringing it closer to the hospital bed to sit. He licked his lips slowly and locked gazes with you “Y/n I-...” he started but a knot formed in his throat and made him a cough. “I’m-” he stopped again, his brows furrowed, and his before glassy eyes completely changed while they started to water, he pouted while the muscles on his chin trembled trying to stop his tears from falling,but it was no use, because once he started opening his mouth again to continue speaking his walls collapsed. Yoongi broke down and brought his head down to place it on top of your arm, while he held your hand apologetically repeatedly saying “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” he was like a child sobbing uncontrollably and holding tightly to your hand.
You grip his hand with the same strength, this action being the only thing you can do to comfort him somehow.
“This is all my fault” he cried out. “This is all my fault.” his shoulders heaved with emotion while the beads of water damped skin of your arm.
“Yoongi,” you said, the sound of your voice coming out rough and rugged.
“It’s like all I can ever do is make you unhappy.”
“No,” you countered weakly. “Never. ”You wanted to tell him it was not his fault, how you too were foolish and how sorry you were because it was the same on your side; pride stopped you from calling him, from trying to make amends.
Yoongi looked up at you, his features stained by hurt and regret. “If it wasn't for my stupid pride you’d never be here. I should’ve been there with you. I never should’ve broken my promise. I realized how foolish I was too late and I-” he stammers, cleaning tears from his cheeks “caused this...”
“Stop!” you suddenly bawled pinching Yoongi’s hand and making him flinch.
“Ouch!” he complained. For the smallest of seconds, he had his iconic annoyed grampa face looking at you and it felt like nothing ever happened- you missed him like this “That hu-” he began when he realized the context in which he was again. You were getting sick and tired of how he was talking and treating you cause it felt like he was saying goodbye while you agonized
“Hurt?” you asked. Yoongi was looking at you poker-faced.”Answer me, did it hurt?”
“Yes!” he answered wide-eyed, stressing the words so you could hear him.
“Does it hurt now?.”
Yoongi looked down at his hand confused “No?”
“Exactly, It’s water under the bridge. Now stop treating me like I’m about to die, the doctor said I’m fine.” you nagged. “I was on my phone and I was dumb enough to not look while I was crossing the street, so stop trying to take the blame for that. Gee this kid, trying to make it all about himself” you mumbled between your teeth jokingly.
“See what I’m talking about” he shook his head sarcastically. “You are in a hospital bed and I somehow made the conversation about me. I am so selfish.” he chuckled unbelieving looking down at his feet.
“You came,” you said suddenly.
“What?”
“You came,” you repeated. “You didn’t break your promise Yoongi.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted the obvious ‘No I did’ ‘I did everything wrong’ etc, preaching. “You did, and that’s all that matters to me.” Yoongi smiled weakly and nodded. You return his gesture smiling widely and caressing his hand. “You said ‘I love you’ Yoongi” you playfully nudged his hand. Yoongi coughed and his serious facade is back again, he looks sideways but doesn’t move his hands away. “You love me, Yoongo?” you ask again pulling him closer.
“Shut up,” he answers, a blush forming at his cheeks trying to hold in a smile.
“You said you looove me, you want to maarry me” you sing teasing and sway his hand until he laughs wholeheartedly and sits again next to your bed.
