He Knew something was up when he heard how quiet the house was, you were usually always so loud or bothering him to the point where he couldn't focus, so it was awkward not to hear you talking or yelling at the video game console. The word silence was never in your book, unless you were asleep.

 

Letting his curiosity get the best of him he removed his hands from his keyboard before heading his room. "Y/N?" He said quietly peeking threw the cracked door, he figured if you were asleep he wouldn't want to wake you. 

 

When he didn't get a reply from you he let himself in the room making his way towards your body placing his hand on your back once he reached you. "Y/N? You ok?" You groaned as you felt how cold his hand was through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. 

 

Yoongi wasn't stupid just looking at your face he could tell you were sick I mean it was obvious, the little beads of sweat on your forehead, your heavy breathing and your pained expression every few seconds, even if you weren't sick he knew something was definitely wrong. 

 

Before he could speak you had hunched yourself over the edge of the bed and vomited up what he made out to be the steak dinner you two had eaten just 3 nights ago. 

 

The foul smell filled up his nostrils irritating his nose, There was vomit on the floor on you and on the bed you were currently laying on. 

 

Yoongi is a hard working person no doubt, he works hard 24/7 and rarely gets a break, he could ask for a break but he's determined to finish everything he's started so he can move onto the next thing, but every once in a while he likes to feel lazy, likes doing nothing but sleeping because it relaxes him, it's not everyday he gets a chance to sleep, tho whenever he gets a break it's his time to be lazy but he often finds himself working again just because he enjoys his work, that's the reason he chose this kind of job because his love for music made him strive for more. 

 

Yet you were always there to loosen him up, reminding him to eat, always texting 'Be safe' or 'Don't overwork'  when he texts you that he won't be home that night. You do so much for him and yet he feels like he does so little for you, work takes up so much of his time, but he doesn't want to blame it all on his job. It's his turn to do something for you. 

 

 

He runs to the bathroom for a second turning on the shower, checking the water making sure it's not to hot before returning to you. 

 

Your not unconscious so it's not like you can't walk but he still decides to help you, once in the bathroom he helps you take off your clothes and watches as you step into the shower "Don't fall, clean yourself up, I'll be back" He says as he exits the bathroom. 

 

 

He cleans the floor the best he can scrubbing it to get the smell out, once he decides it clean enough he gets up even tho the smell is still there he plans on vacuuming the floor later. Next he pulls all the sheets off of the bed, leaving the blanket seeing as there was no vomit on it, it was still clean. After taking all the sheets off he makes his way towards the laundry room throwing the dirty sheets inside the washer. He swears this is the longest time he's been away from his computer all day. It's early and he has to leave for practice in an hour, all the other members headed out already, he told them he would stay behind a little longer so he could finish up some work. 

 

Going into the kitchen he turns on the stove, he isn't a bad cook he just simply can't cook many things as well as others can, but his Ramen is the best he's knows he's good at making that, but he wonders if he should make you something like that for breakfast, you weren't feeling good, so was ramen really the best thing to give you? He could just make some bacon and eggs. 

 

Knowing you he decides to just make the Ramen, you'll eat anything as long as it taste good. As soon as he's finished making the food he hurriedly turns the stove off, and rushes to the bedroom seeing as you were still in the shower, once in the bathroom he pushed the curtains back and noticed you leaning on the wall trying to hold yourself up.

 

Sure you were and any other time he would be but, you looked so ill and uncomfortable, that he couldn't bring himself to look anywhere other than your face. You were sick all he could really do was worry about you.

 

 "Did you wash yourself?" He asked watching you, you nodded slowly and he bent down to turn the water off, raising back up he grabbed the neatly folded towel off the toilet seat and wrapped it around your body, he helped you walk because you kept staggering as you walked. You weren't a baby so once back inside his bedroom, he left for a brief moment for you to dress yourself in the comfortable clothes he had set out for you. 

 

He knocked on the door softly telling you when you were finished to come out and eat, as for him it was his turn to shower as he had to be at work in a about 30 Minutes or his Manger would be up his about why he was late. 

 

After he was done showering and doing the things he needed to do in the bathroom he headed towards his bedroom putting on the clothes he had set aside for himself when he was picking out your clothes. He noticed you in bed but didn't say anything until he was finished dressing himself. He sat down next to you as you laid down facing the wall your back towards him. 

 

"Y/N how did you even get sick anyway?" You turned your body around so you were facing him and sighed "I stayed up all night for the past 3 weeks waiting for you to come home.." 

 

"You can't get sick from just staying up Y/N I do it all the time, there's obviously something your not telling me." You turned your head away slightly knowing what your about to say might worry him. "I haven't been eating much lately.." his eyebrows furrowed at this "Why? Why aren't you eating? Are you self conscious about something?" 

 

He didn't want himself to seem like he was nagging but he couldn't help but be worried the only ways he could think of someone to stop eating was if someone else had said something to them, or they were just determined to make themselves look better, but you didn't need to look better you already looked perfect in his eyes, not that he wouldn't mind if you wanted to change something about yourself he would support you 100%. 

 

Wait. 

 

Maybe he was over exaggerating, he kept quiet trying to push his thoughts away waiting for you to continue. "I didn't say I stopped eating pabo, I just said I haven't been eating much," he let out a deep sigh of relief, at the thought that you didn't stop eating, his whole world would've crashed if you had, just thinking about it makes him sad, he would've failed to protect and comfort you like he had always promised. 

 

He was definitely over thinking the situation, but he couldn't help it. He loved you.

 

When did he turn into NamJoon? 

 

"And I've tried to eat more, I even cook once in a while but I can't really eat, when your not here..." 

 

You were seriously going to kill him one day. "Your basically saying it's my fault" You put your index finger your chin pretending you were in deep thought before removing it and smiling "Yup!" 

 

Yoongi smiled at you fondly "Your so mean to me." 

 

You only took one of his hands in your, interwinng your fingers, looking up at him and giving him a small smile.

 

"Sorry I distracted you " you say quietly. 

 

Again he isn't stupid he was so focused on his work, he knew exactly what you were talking about, you would never be a burden on him. Never.

 

 "Don't say that, because you know it's not true." 

 

You both were silent for a while just enjoying each others company. 

 

"The Ramen was good" You said suddenly and you felt your heart flutter as yoongi showed you that gummy smile of his. "Did it make you feel a little better?" He asked and you nodded. Yoongi looked at the clock on his dresser.

 

7:13am  

 

He was supposed to be there at 6.

 

Looking at you sadly, he your cheek.

 

"I have to go, I'm already late, I don't care what it is if you need me just call or text me." He gave your forehead a light peck then stood up, his hand leaving your cheek. 

 

"I love you." He said walking out the bedroom, you heard the front door shut and smiled to yourself "I love you to..."

 

 

 

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"Suga, where were you! Practice started an hour ago!" 

 

 

He shrugged as his Manger yelled at him angrily 

 

"Sorry I was busy..." his Manger put her hands on her hips and huffed loudly "That's not an answer!" 

 

He sighed irritated running his fingers threw his black locks "Aish, I just had something more important to take care of"

 

 

 

 

 

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