Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

34. But a Crisis of the Heart

"Mmhmm," he murmurs.

You open the water bottle and nudge him gently. He raises his head slowly, eyes closed. Then he opens them and takes the water from you.

"Slowly..." you say, and take the bottle from him once he drinks a few sips. "Just breathe slow and deep," you say.

"I felt dizzy earlier," he says weakly. "Now it's better..."

"Do you want me to call someone?" you ask.

"No, it's fine."

He's not looking at you while talking, which gives you a feeling that he isn't being entirely honest with you. It strikes you again how lean and pale he is.

"If you're sure you don't want to call someone, then let's try and get back inside?"

You offer him your hand. He looks at you for a whole second before taking it.

"Get up slowly okay. And let me know if the dizziness returns..."

You help him up with both hands, eventually letting him lean onto you a bit while you both walk back. He stops you in front of the door.

"Can we go out? I don't want to go back in."

"Sure thing. Fresh air will do you good."

You fetch both of your jackets and leave for the forum upstairs. It's the closest open space you can think of.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, handing him a glass of fresh juice from Cafe Yeongsan. There's a reading area in the forum that nobody ever uses. It's a pretty space in the corner with giant glass windows letting in plenty of light. You're sitting down on a soft rug, hidden from sight by some bookshelves.

"I'm only going to say this once. Don't take on responsibilities that you can't handle," he murmurs, eyes shut.

You glare at him - the audacity of this guy. And the way he flips.

"I wouldn't, but I don't see anyone else volunteering for your care either," you remark drily.

He snorts. "I'm messed up, Y/N."

"Yeah? How so?"

"I just am," he stares outside the window. You stay quiet, gazing at him.

"Then gather yourself back up," you reply. He turns to look at you.

"You said something about me being normal that day in Daegu," you pause. You've been meaning to say this for a while now. "It's not that I don't make a mess of things or become a mess myself, I just gather myself up after a while. I never gave up on myself, Yoongi, neither should you." Both of you scrutinize one another. "I don't know what exactly you're dealing with, but find a way out of it, arasseo?"

That last addition makes him chuckle.

"Can I ask - after I fell asleep, did something happen?"

Suga gazes at you. You had dozed off after RM left. You looked so peaceful, but also cold so he got you that blanket. What happened then? It was just the both of you. It felt nice for a while, but then what?

"...or is there some - some problem I don't know about...?"

"You," he says suddenly.

You choke on your juice. "Sorry?" you meant his health when you said problems, but where the hell was this conversation going now?

"What do you mean, me?" you probe when he doesn't say more. "Oh, hello," you tap his knee. He looks from the point you touched him to your eyes.

"See. This is what I mean. You have this - this -" he switches to Korean, "free vibe." You understand some Korean now, but pretend not to. He switches back to English. "I'm jealous of you Y/N," he scrunches his nose, "the way you're cool all the time."