pairing: gang!yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: angst, very brief mention of injuries
#57 from the drabble game: “You could have died! I could have lost you!”
The morning sun peeks through the blinds and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes as you roll over in the bed you share with your boyfriend, blindly reaching out an arm to pull him closer but instead of feeling Yoongi curled up beside you, you’re met with the cold sheet where he should be.
You frown, thinking back to last night when he’d woken you up whilst he was shifting about in bed, telling you that he’s just getting a glass of water and you should go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a second.
Moving to sit against the headboard of the bed, you grab your phone on the bedside table and turn off airplane mode, allowing the notifications to come through after shutting the world out last night. Scrolling through the many emails and Facebook notifications you’d acquired overnight, you come across... 5 missed calls from Jimin and in total 24 messages from Hoseok and Taehyung which was a very uncommon occurrence. The most you’d get from them is 2 from Taehyung asking for music recommendations and 1 from Hoseok asking if Yoongi is awake to send him a file for their music projects.
[1:04am] kim taehyung:
____? it’s hyung 😓
he’s in trouble
its an emergency, jimin tried calling u
please answer
[1:32am] jung hoseok:
Yoongi got into some trouble, we’re @ the hospital with him rn... I’ll explain when you get here
Come as soon as you see this, ____. He needs you
You reread the messages again and again because it feels like some sort of dream, the most trouble Yoongi got into whilst you were together was when he broke the speed limit on the way back to your apartment after a long night full of suggestive comments and touches.
You’re out of the door and in your car before your brain can even process it, phone shoved into the pocket of the first jacket you came across and foot coming down hard on the gas as you pull out of the driveway and speed to the hospital, to Yoongi.
The drive to the hospital was fast, but not fast enough and the moments between and leaving the house and being on the motorway are a blur.
Thoughts and scenarios run through your head at every red light you stop at; did someone try to break into your apartment? Did he go out for some air and get killed? You feel the tears begin to form in your eyes but you wish them away with a shake of your head, speeding down the lane as soon as the light turns amber.
“Yoongi,” is the first thing that leaves your lips when you reach the reception desk of the Hospital, voice dry and shaky as you attempt to collect your thoughts.
“Min Yoongi, my boyfriend, he-”
“Ah, yes.” the receptionist responds, eyes softening with sympathy and voice calm. She gestures to the empty section of seats behind you. “If you take a seat here, someone will take you to him as soon as they can.”
Your head tells you to argue, put up a fight and refuse to just take a seat because your boyfriend could be dead for all you know but you nod, teeth biting at your lower lip as you slump into the seat.
The awful thoughts don’t leave your head and you can’t help but think the worst as you sit and stew in the metal chair, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s sliders you’d slipped on in your haste to get to him. You don’t know how long you had zoned out for but you’re quickly brought back to reality when a hand gently touches your shoulder.
“Miss?” you meet eyes with a man dressed in scrubs, clipboard hugged against his chest.
“I’m Dr. Song. If you’re here to see Mr Min I can take you to him now, if you’d like. I have been looking after him since he arrived and he is now in a stable condition after his surgery.”
You nod, standing up and following the doctor as he walks down the corridor to the left, then the right, then the left again. You bite at your fingernails (a nervous habit that Yoongi had told you to drop months ago, it’s unhygienic he’d say) as the man finally stops walking and pushes a small blue door with the number 24 above it open, ushering you inside before telling you he’ll be back later to check over him.
Thanking him, you walk into the bright room and the sob that leaves your lips is loud enough to catch Yoongi’s attention. He turns his head in your direction, hand weakly reaching out for you and you run to him, the air in the room cold as it hits your body.
“Wha-” you can’t even begin to form words, eyes raking over him and the bruises on his face and arms that you can’t even count on both hands.
“What happened to you? Where are Hoseok and Tae... and Jimin? I cant- I don’t understand...” you’re gripping the side of his bed now, practically sobbing over him and he brings a hand up to cover your own.
He wordlessly moves his hand to push his gown aside and you see what you assume to be a stab wound of some sort, now stitched up neatly and free from any blood.
Your mouth drops, hand gripping the bed tighter as your eyes bore into his abdomen, images flying through your head of how he must’ve looked and felt. “How? Where did you go last night? What did you do?”
Yoongi takes a deep breath, wincing as reaches for the beds remote so he can use it to sit up. You step back and take a seat in the small armchair at his bedside, still biting at your nails as you wait for his answer.
“I can’t tell you here,” he sighs, staring straight ahead of him so he doesn’t have to see the upset in your eyes.
“Yoongi please!” you cry, voice echoing throughout the large room. He closes his eyes, lips pursed as he tilts his head back to rest on the puffy pillow below him.
“I’ll tell you if you promise not to freak out.”
You don’t respond, eyes wide as you wait for him to continue and Yoongi opens an eye to look over at you, reaching a hand out for you to hold which you gladly take.
“It was a gang, ____. Me and some others got into some shit a few years ago, before we’d even met, and they just so happened to be in the city last night. They wanted money that I owed them from years ago but I didn’t have it. I went to make peace but that’s clearly not the alternative they were after.”
“So they stabbed you?! Why didn’t you tell me about this Yoongi, we could’ve got the Police involved- we could’ve stopped this from happening!” You gesture towards his body, brows pulled together in a frown and bottom lip quivering as more tears threaten to spill from your eyes.
“It’s not that easy, you don’t know what they’re like. It’s not as bad as you think.”
“You could have died, Yoongi! I could have lost you! How can you say it’s not as bad as I think?!” The tears fall from your eyes as though a dam just broke and you struggle to catch your breath at the thought of him dying next time.
Yoongi squeezes your hand tight, feeling himself well up at the sight of you so upset over him, over this. He doesn’t know what to say, can’t find the right words because he knows you’re right. He could have died, he was just lucky that they ran off before they could do more damage to him.
The two of you sit in silence for 5 minutes at the least, your hand still grasped tightly in his and the only sound being both of your breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the machine beside him.
You struggle to collect your thoughts, your boyfriend in trouble with a gang? Your innocent, funny, handsome boyfriend being stabbed by some pathetic group of boys from his past... you never could’ve pictured it happening.
“Why were the boys here with you?” you speak up, squeezing at his hand and he jumps slightly, eyes fluttering open and looking at you.
“I called them before I met the gang so they’d know where I was, they were already aware of them and what they were after so they understood. I told them to go home, they’d been here all night.”
“Ah,” you breathe. You want to be mad at him but you can’t, you don’t understand his situation but you don’t want to push it- not when he’s in such a state.
“The Police will want to talk to you, you know?”
“I know, babe.” he forces a smile, thumb rubbing comfortably over the back of your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to have to put you through this.”
You smile back, eyes softening because when Yoongi says he’s sorry, he means it. Standing up from your seat, you make sure you don’t let go of his hand whilst you lean over him to leave a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I’m just glad you’re alive, honestly. Get some sleep, you must be tired.”
Yoongi hums in agreement, eyes closing as he settles into the bed
“I love you,” you bring his hand up to your mouth and kiss his bruised knuckles, taking a deep breath in order to compose yourself before the floodgates open again. He doesn’t respond though, already snoring just as he does when he’s at home in bed with you.
You gently let go of his hand and place it beside him on the bed, walking out of the room and into the corridor. Leaning against the wall, you pull your phone out from your pocket and open up the messenger app.
[10:17am] you:
come to the hospital when you can, i need the full story
[message sent to multiple contacts: park jiminie, jung hoseok, kim taehyung]
warnings: fluff in which jungkook isn’t the best chef
word count: 981
9. “We need to make food for how many people?!?” & 21. “This is officially the worst Christmas party ever.”
➝ day 3 of 25 from the festive drabbles! (feel free to request)
You’re awoken from your peaceful slumber by someone shaking at your arm and you roll over onto your side, groaning into the pillow and burying yourself deeper into the duvet. Not even 5 seconds later you feel the duvet being ripped from you and you groan, opening one eye and crooking your neck to see your boyfriend dressed in...an apron?
“What the fuck are you wearing?” you laugh, rolling onto your back and you watch Jungkook sit down on the bedside, dusting his hands off on his grey apron.
“Did you forget?” his eyes are as wide as saucers when he sees how relaxed you are, “it’s the party tonight!”
You feel your entire life flash before your eyes, sitting up so fast you almost break your back.
“Tonight?!” you can’t even contain your shock and you scramble out of bed, almost tripping over the clothes you’d both discarded the night before and grabbing your dressing gown from the wardrobe.
“Yes, tonight,” Jungkook stands from the bed and walks towards the door, “and we’re cooking for about 50 people so please hurry up.”
“We need to make food for how many people?!?” your voice raises 2 octaves in disbelief and when you turn around to curse at your boyfriend for not waking you earlier, or for keeping you up so late last night, he’s already gone and halfway down the hallway.
You traipse out of the bedroom, your fluffy socks dragging across the floor and your heart warms at the sight of a cup of coffee and 2 slices of toast, one with jam and one with Nutella, placed neatly on the table waiting for you, a strong comparison to the chaos surrounding you in the kitchen. You sit down at the table and Jungkook is running circles around you as if he was on an episode of Kitchen Nightmares.
“You rarely make me breakfast,” taking a bite out of your toast, you watch him attempt to read cooking instructions for about 4 food platters at the same time. “is this some sort of bribe to get me to help?”
He laughs, pausing his reading to cast a look at you. “Well it wasn’t supposed to be,” he shrugs, “but that’s a smart idea.”
His hair is messy and his face is bare and you can tell he hadn’t woken up much earlier than you did, sleep still in his eyes and imprints of the pillow still faint on his skin.
Standing from the table, you ditch the rest of your coffee and join Jungkook in cooking for the 50 people you apparently had attending tonight and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were ever going to pull this off.
You swear you’ve never seen your apartment so full, 50 people seemed like an understatement as you wiggle your way through the crowd of people in the lounge, saying hi to your friends and giving people you don’t even recognise a fake smile as you pass them, to get to the kitchen, joining your boyfriend who looked extremely distressed.
“Babe?” he flinches at your voice, shoulders tensing at the feel of your hand at the small of his back. Turning to face you, he’s holding a tray full of very burnt... burgers? Pancakes? You can’t even figure it out because they’re basically charred, gone beyond repair, cremated.... you could go on for years.
“What..is that?” you’re trying to hard not to laugh and you look up at his face to see what you swear were tears in his eyes and you can’t help but coo, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “Babe, don’t get upset.”
“This was the first party we’ve thrown at this apartment and I wanted it to be perfect,” he sighs, chucking the tray onto the counter next to him and leaning into your touch, hand coming up to rest against yours. “This is officially the worst Christmas party ever.”
You press a soft kiss to his pouted lips and he relaxes his shoulders, eyes fluttering to look into yours and his facial expression warms when he sees how beautiful you look.
“One, It doesn’t matter if you burn all of the food-”
Jungkook cuts you off, “I didn’t burn it all!”
“Okay,” you hold in a laugh, “One, it doesn’t matter if you burn some food because we cooked enough and even if it’s shit we’ll order takeout and two, you’re the best host out there and any party you throw will be the best.”
He goes to open his mouth in response but he’s interrupted by a very drunk Taehyung bursting into the kitchen, “This eggnog is fucking amazing.” you can’t figure out if he’s talking to you or himself as he looks down at the glass in his hand, smiling fondly at it.
“When are you two lovebirds joining the party?” he’s looking at you both now, eyes flickering between the two of you and he takes another swig from his drink, reaching up to fix the Santa hat on his head.
“We’ll be out in a bit,” Jungkook is first to respond, amused at the sight of his best friend being so out of it so early into the party. “Nice hat.”
“Thanks man! I thought, since it’s a Christmas party I may as well go all out, hopefully I can get Nayoung to sit on my lap too!” and with a wiggle of his eyebrows, he skips out of the room.
“Come on,” you lean into Jungkook and he watches you, eyes slowly following the neckline of your dress as it disappears into nothing. “maybe if you can find a Santa hat I’ll be sitting on your lap by the end of the night.”
And at that Jungkook is dragging you out of the kitchen, the food long forgotten about now and into the lounge to find your mutual friends, or mainly just to find Taehyung to steal that blessed Santa’s hat from his head.
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: fluff, of course
word count: 937
4. "You’re cute when you’re freezing.” & 11. “I love you.”
➝ day 4 of 25 from the festive drabbles! (feel free to request)
Ice skating was most definitely not your idea.
Hoseok had decided to drag you along as the yearly ice rink finally made a stop in your city and he wasn’t going to miss it for the third year running, insisting it was going to be ‘really exciting’.
But exciting isn’t quite the word for it when you’re clinging onto the railings surrounding the rink for dear life, shivering in your boots at the cold air biting at your skin.
You watch Hoseok skate towards you, he’s agile on his feet as he glides across the ice and you can’t help but feel a little jealous because there’s really nothing that boy can’t do. He comes to a halt in front of you and he can’t control the laugh that falls from his lips when he sees you almost frozen in your spot.
“Don’t be a scaredy cat!” he tries grabbing at your gloved hands but they don’t budge from the railing and you frown at him, voice coming out in a whine.
“I’ll fall and it’s too cold!”
Despite the cold weather Hoseok still feels his heart melt at how cute you are and he can’t help but bring his hands up to your cheeks, squishing them together until you’re pouting.
He leans in to leave a quick peck on your numb lips, cold nose bumping against yours when he pulls away, "You’re cute when you’re freezing,”
Moving to wrap a hand around your wrist he tugs, almost pulling you to the ground and you yelp, reaching out to hold tightly onto his well padded arm.
“Now come on! Once you get the hang of it you’ll be better than me.” Hoseok turns his head back to shoot a wink at you and turns back around, slowly gaining a rhythm and you cling onto him from behind, face tucked over his shoulder as you try your best not to trip over your own feet.
After what felt like forever spent hanging onto Hoseok and complaining down his ear about not being able to skate, you finally began to find your feet on the ice and move around 10cm on your own.
Your boyfriend is ecstatic, praising you as though you were a baby who’d just taken their first steps and attracting the judging eyes of the people that were also on the rink.
“Babe,” you shuffle towards him, arms coming up to wrap around him and he smiles down at you. “People are looking...”
Rolling his eyes, Hoseok holds onto you tighter and attempts to spin you around whilst still holding onto you and he screams louder than you when you both lose your balance and fall onto the ice.
You can’t even move, frozen from embarrassment and you almost forget how cold it is when your body is hot from head to toe, blushing bright red. You feel Hoseok laughing underneath you, his body shaking and you can’t help but laugh along, hiding your face in his chest when you hear the whispers and laughter from the few people around you.
“Oh my God.” your voice is barely audible when you speak into the 4 layers Hoseok has on but he hears you, he always does.
“Hey,” he moves a comforting hand onto your back and rubs in circles in some sort of way to remove some of the embarrassment from your body and it surprisingly works, your eyes finally opening from being squeezed shut to look up at him and he’s already looking down at you, cheeks as red as yours feel and eyes full of nothing but love.
“I love you.” the everyday words feel surprisingly intimate despite the current situation you’re in and you smile, eyes mirroring his.
“I love you too,” you hum and you’re perfectly content on spending the rest of the day laying on the floor of the rink but you realise Hoseok must be freezing his ass off and scramble off him, kicking your feet about on the ice in the process and kneeling beside him.
You stretch an arm out towards him which he gladly accepts and you both stand together, wobbling about on the ice and you’re holding onto each other for dear life as you both move to the gate and sit down on the benches outside the rink to take off your skates.
Hoseok watches you struggle to undo the laces on your skates with the thick gloves and moves to kneel in front of you, undoing them for you and standing to get your trainers from the locker to slip them on your feet.
Cracking his knees, he stands up and holds a hand out for you and you take it, standing up and tip toeing up to leave a kiss on his red nose.
“Come on,” he smiles and squeezes your hand in his, walking towards the exit and you happily trail behind him smiling at the back of his head.
“Where are we going now?” you ask him as you step out onto the street, the wind whipping you across the face and you huddle closer to Hoseok for any sort of warmth. He puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side and leaving a kiss on your forehead.
“Well,” he pulls you along with him as he walks down the street, teeth chattering as he talks. “I think we deserve a coffee and a slice of cake after that.”
You can’t help but nod as you agree with him, both quickening your pace to get out of the cold and closer to the coffee you both definitely needed.
