[In this chapter, we jump quite a bit between Yura and Yoongi. Hope it isn't too confusing :)]

3rd Person POV

Yura woke up early, not being able to sleep in. She noticed Yoongi's door still closed and decided against going to check if he was awake. The longer he slept, the less she would have to deal with his verbal abuse towards her. 

"Mental note, go get groceries." She mumbled to herself as she looked at the fridge. There really wasn't much to work with for breakfast so she made egg, ham and cheese sandwiches. As she waited for the bread to toast, she poured herself her first jar of coffee for the day. She assembled the sandwiches and set it aside for Yoongi, packing hers in a tupperware.

"Ittekimasu (something Japanese say before they leave)" She whispered out of habit, even though she knew no one would respond to her. With her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, she made her way to the dance academy to take an early class. 

Meanwhile...

Yoongi finally woke up at 11, stretching his limbs. He blinked at his ceiling before sitting up and yawning. He slept at 3 am, busy with things. After blanking out for 5 more minutes, he shuffled out of his bedroom. As he passed by Yura's room, he shook his head at how she wasn't even awake when it was already the afternoon. 

"I swear, it's her first night here and she sleeps until the PMs." He grumbled, making himself an americano and pouring it over ice in his cup. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a plate on the counter. It was a nicely wrapped up sandwich. 

"Huh?" He lifted the plate, peering at the sandwich. 

'Suga hyung, we found the hideout of that gang that was on the run. We're moving in as soon as possible. - Namjoon'

Yoongi cursed, stuffing his phone in his pocket and going up to his bedroom to change. Pulling his shirt over his head, he banged on Yura's door but there was no reply. He opened the door to find the room empty, the bed neatly made. There was no time to wonder where his wife disappeared to. He grabbed the sandwich, coffee and left.

Yura managed to take two classes, having her sandwich in between. Thankfully, she managed to find one studio that was not in use and did some of her own practice in there. She was breaking in new point shoes so she spent more time dancing in them. 

"Ugh, I really need to stretch more." She placed her foot on a chair and did an oversplit. 

"Goodbye!" Yura waved to the receptionist and left the academy. She headed to the grocery store near Yoongi's house and picked up a lot of food. Knowing that Yoongi likes meat, she picked up more meat and bought whatever else she felt the house needed. She paid with her card and carried all the bags home. 

"I'm home." She said and when there was silence, she let out a sigh of relief that Yoongi was either still sleeping, out or didn't care that she left home. First, she put her bag in her room and got more comfortable. Then she arranged the groceries. 

"Laundry, laundry." Picking up her clothes, she washed brought them to the washer room. She didn't want to go into Yoongi's room to get his hamper. 

"You can do your laundry later." She grumbled, as if talking to him and went to wash her clothes. Yura didn't have much clothes since she lived humbly with her grandmother so of course, she didn't have much to wash. Seeing as to how all her shirts were in the wash, she borrowed one of Yoongi's shirts, wearing it over her leotard to just practice some dance. 

"This will have to do." She practiced in some small area by the open library. 

BANG! CRASH!

"What was that?" Yura stopped the music. Slowly, she walked to the front door to see the 7 BTS members come in. Some were supporting one another, looking badly beaten. Yura couldn't help but gasp and the 7 of them looked up at her. 

"Don't just stand there. Get the first aid kit. It's in the kitchen." Yoongi snapped and she nodded, scurrying away. When she came back, that was when Yoongi noticed that she was in just a leotard and one of his black shirts that he randomly threw aside. He also saw the members staring at her figure and grew angry. 

"Why are you dressed like that?!" He barked. 

"I-I'm sorry... My shirts are all in the washer so I borrowed it." She stuttered in fear. Yoongi wasn't really mad at the fact that she was wearing his clothes but more on the fact that she was dressed like that in front of other men. 

"Suga, stop it. Do you know how to treat minor wounds?" Jin turned to her. Yura just nodded her head and removed her pointe shoes, putting it aside before assisting Jin in treating the boys. But before she could start on Namjoon, Yoongi grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him. She cleared and began cleaning his wounds. 

"God, will it kill you to be more gentle?" He glared. 

"Sorry." She mumbled, lightly tapping the gash on his eyebrow with a q-tip. Taking a band aid, she placed it on top of his bleeding gash. After she was done, she was going to move onto Jungkook but Yoongi held her wrist to prevent her from going anywhere else. 

"Suga, she has to treat Jungkook." Namjoon said sternly and Yoongi glared at him. 

"Jin can treat him. Don't start telling me what to do when it concerns my wife." He growled and Yura cleared . This was the first time Yoongi had referred to her as his wife. It felt weird but with the current situation, she wasn't going to point it out. When Yoongi saw Jin struggling to treat the other boys, he let her go. 

"You, come here." He made Jungkook come to them instead. 

"Yes, hyung." Jungkook obeyed and Yura began to clean his wounds. She couldn't help but laugh when Jungkook let out puppy whines in pain. He reminded her of a little brother and she felt the urge to baby him. 

"Kumamon?" Jungkook asked when she was gonna put the band aid on his cheek. She nodded her head, blushing. Actually, when she was grocery shopping earlier, she saw the band aids and for some reason, Kumamon reminded her of Yoongi so she bought it. But now, she didn't dare to put it on him. 

"After Hoseok, go cook." Yoongi ordered. Yura nodded and began to help Hoseok with his injuries. 

"You dance?" Hoseok asked. Yura hummed in reply. 

"I have been doing ballet since I was 4." She explained. She figured that they wouldn't know about principal dancers in the Korean National Ballet Company so she didn't mention it. Also, she didn't want to seem like she was boasting. 

"That's cool, Jungkook, Jimin and I dance from time to time. But more hip hop than ballet." Hoseok said and Jimin faked doing some ballet arm positions. Yura laughed and reached over to try and correct his arms by pushing his shoulders down, adjusting his elbows and shaping his hands properly. She clapped for him and he smiled proudly at the others. 

"You're done. I'll go get started on dinner." Standing up, she grabbed her ballet shoes and went upstairs. When she was going into her room, someone gripped her forearm. She turned around.

"Next time, don't dress like a in front of my friends. We'll talk about this later." Yoongi hissed at her, releasing her arm and heading to his room. Yura felt tears almost forming but she them back in. Yoongi was not going to get to her. 

"Deep breaths." She calmed herself down and changed her clothes. When she came out, she daringly went to knock on Yoongi's door. He came out, frowning at her. 

"What?" 

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