He'd been waiting for a response to his texts for days now, yet he'd received nothing. At first he thought you were just busy, but after days and days, worry and anger had won out against all else.

 

You and Yoongi had been dating for almost six months now, and overall, you were quite the happy couple. Of course, someone with as short a temper as Yoongi and someone as fiery as you were in personality obviously meant you had your fall outs, but you always made up with sweet gestures and cuddles.

 

But this was the first time you had ignored him, at least for this long. Even through the worst of arguments a few hours had been the maximum... He was filled with dread at the thought of something having happened to you. 

 

He set off to your house at a quick pace, anxiety filling him. What if you'd fallen and knocked yourself out, had broken something and had been unable to get up? The swirling mixture of bad thoughts made his pace quicken to a sprint, only realising he had been going so fast when he was panting outside your front door. He knocked once. Twice. No answer.

 

Pulling out his set of keys (he'd figured It was only fair; you often had to come over to wake him up, so of course he wanted keys for your place too), walking in.

 

The place was a wreck. Dirty dishes lay unwashed in the sink, dust beginning to collect in places that were usually polished until sparkling by you. "(Y/N)?" He shouted, but no response came. He quickly began climbing the stairs, taking them two at a time, reaching your bedroom in record timing. He knocked, opening the door.

 

He felt his heart stop, caught between relief and worry. He could see you, led in bed with your hair spread across the pillow, but you were shades paler than usual, no sign of movement from you. "(Y/N)....?" He asked softly, and you shifted ever so slightly. Releasing a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, he sat beside you on the bed, gently your hair. You grunted in your sleep, shifting over and opening your eyes. Blinking confusedly a few times, a sleepy smile came to your face. "Yoongi?" You said in a croaky voice, rubbing at your eyes as you sniffled. "What're you doing here?" 

 

Though he melted a little inside at your cuteness, he Steeled himself. "What am I doing here? More like where've you been?" He stood up, pacing back and forth with a stormy look on his face.

Yoongi wasn't very good at showing emotions, especially those which weren't negative. Anger was the only one he had no trouble expressing. "You haven't responded for days!"

 

You looked up at him, wide eyed and guilty. "I'm sorry, Yoongi... I'm not very well. I didn't want to worry you." 

This only served to make him angrier. "You didn't want to WORRY me? I have been worried! Seriously worried, actually! Why didn't you just tell me...?"

 

Yoongi had been worried? That... That caught you off guard. 

Letting long sigh, you looked  down. "Look, you're wonderful, Yoongi... I've had a great time around you, but I didn't want you to see me like this. I look like crap, and I feel like it, too. I didn't want you to stop liking me because I'm not fun today or I can't look pretty." 

There. You'd said it. 

Looking up to see his reaction, your heart ached; he looked so shocked, like you'd just slapped him. He was silent for a few moments.

 

"That's it? That's what you're worried about?" All his anger melted off his skin like ice on a hot day, and he sighed. "God dammit, (Y/N). How could you think that of me...? That I'd be so shallow? You've seen me when I'm tired, put up with me snapping at you for the littlest thing when I'm stressed. Hell, you can calm me down when all I wanna do is kill something, and for that you deserve a medal. You think I'm bothered by a little sickness? For 's sake." He looked away for a few seconds, and you realised it was to keep himself from crying. "I let you see me at my worst, why can't you do the same? I /love/ you, (Y/N), can't you see that?" His voice broke when he spoke the L word, finally saying what he'd felt since the moment you kissed him for the first time.

 

"Yoongi..." You said softly, taking his hand. Despite how crappy you felt, it was like your heart had been lifted slightly. "Are you... Are you crying?"

"No," he sniffled, "Sh-shut up."

You smiled, wrapping your arms gently around his neck and pulling him into your arms. Despite your stuffy nose and sore throat, you still couldn't stop smiling. "I love you too, Yoongi. I'm sorry for not trusting you." You felt his shoulders shake, gripping onto you harder as you rocked him soothingly. "Shh, shh..." You whispered softly, until eventually he pulled away, quickly rubbing at his face as if to hide the fact the tears had been there in the first place. He gave you a wobbly smile, and you swear you fell in love with him all over again. 

 

"W-wait right here," he said softly, tucking the blankets around you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You waited patiently as he dashed out.

He returned a good ten minutes later with chicken noodle soup.

"I heard this makes people feel better... I hope you like it," he said softly, a small smile in place, you gave him a happy grin. "Thank you so much, Yoongi. You're the best~" you said softly, accepting the bowl from him. "Do you want a bath? I could run you a bath. I could put fancy bath bomb type stuff in." You smiled again, seeing how hard he was willing to try to make his girl feel better and feeling even sillier for not trusting him earlier. "Yes, please~"

 

 

After your bath (deep and as bubbly as possible without the bath running over), you joined Yoongi in the living room in fresh PJs to watch movies, he even let you choose that chick flick he had refused to watch because it was 'too girly' on many occasions. 

"Only because you're sick," he said in a flustered tone with a red face as he put the DvD in, settling onto the couch beside you, where he'd spend the next few hours not so much watching the film as he did kissing your skin, playing with your hair and cuddling you. 

 

When the time came for the two of you to sleep, he took your hand before leading you upstairs, cutting off your protests that he could catch your illness with a sweet kiss. "You should've thought of that before you caught all those damn pathogens or whatever," he replied, peppering your mouth with little kisses. 

"I love you, Yoongi."

He grinned. "I love you more, (Y/N)."

~~~

 

"Yooooooongi, it's time to get up~" you whispered, feeling a lot better than the day before.

He shuffled around to face you, before sleepily opening his eyes to look at you with a sleepy smile. He leant over to kiss you, whispering as he pulled back. "Good morning, beautiful."

 He sat up, ruffling his morning hair and yawning. "Feel any better?"

You smiled. "Much better, thanks to you. How about you?" 

He grinned. "Me? I feel gr-..." He trailed off, before sneezing. A look of horror came across his face. "Oh god."

You laughed. "Should've thought twice before kissing me!"

He scowled. "Would you rather I didn't kiss you until we're both completely better?"

"Noooooo, I'm sorry!" You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back down beside you. "Just trust me, at least now I have the opportunity to make up for all the wonderful things you did for me yesterday~" 

He sighed. "I hate you." 

"No you don't."

"...You're right... It's a good job I trust you though, right?"