Black Diamonds are Bulletproof | MYG

Part 87

You spent a bit longer, chasing away all of Yoongi's "sorry" until he gave in. You knew there'd be more discussion on it later, he wanted to carry an immense amount of guilt within him and though you wanted to help him through that, he just wouldn't hear it from you right now. So, you compromised a bit.

Every time he had started in on a new "I'm sorry", you had pressed a kiss against his lips. Eventually he got the point.

"I'm just not saying it out loud," he grumbled and this time when you leaned over to kiss him again, he accepted your kiss with a tiny squeeze of your waist in return.

You had turned your ring around on your finger until the diamond was on the inside again and you took comfort in just having it on your hand again. The constant pressure against your palm helped and you realized that this was probably going to be one of your forever touchpoints. Your ring would always bring you some level of comfort, just from feeling it on your finger.

You and Yoongi had talked for a few minutes, while he helped you calm down a bit more before he started to explain what happened. And why your shoulder itched so much.

"It's taped where?" No wonder it itched if they had tried to plaster something from over your collarbone to under your bra line.

Yoongi just laughed.

"It's fine for now. Doctor said you'll wear it for another week to two weeks depending on how you're doing before they recommend taking it off. Which means probably not until we get to Tokyo," he said, and you wanted to pout.

"But Yoongiah, we had Plans for the week we were in Seoul," you grumbled, and he laughed again. Capital P plans, for you had discovered that tour life was not really the best time to try to find those quiet moments alone, and you both had wanted to do nothing for at least a little while but stay in bed and enjoy each other.

"Yes Anae, I too am deeply disappointed that we have to spend the week in bed, instead of spending the week... in bed," he teased, and you rolled your eyes He leaned over and dropped a kiss on your nose, then leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.

"I suppose that means that we'll just have to delay those plans until we get home," he murmured, and you sighed a bit. You laid like that for a bit longer before you heard a noise and a door opening.

"Hyung," came a timid voice and Yoongi raised his head up from the pillow.

He looked down at you and smiled.

"You have guests Babygirl," he whispered, and you smiled a bit.

Yoongi rolled a bit and helped you to get to a position on your back then slid off the bed. He grabbed the remote and raised up the hospital bed a bit until you could see a sight you hadn't seen outside of old YouTube videos. A very nervous JK.

"Hey baby bun," you said, and his grin came so huge and fast that you couldn't help but smile in return. He crossed to where Yoongi was standing and reached out a hand that you eagerly took in your own. Then you tugged him off balance against the bed and hugged him as best you could with one arm.

He hugged you back and you thought briefly of how when you had first been introduced, you both made each other so nervous. And now look where you were.

You leaned into his strength a moment longer before he pulled back.

"Can I let everyone know," he asked and when you nodded, he slid off the edge of the bed and nearly sprinted from the room.

Yoongi laughed a bit.

"I think we're about to exceed the nurses recommended number of people," he told you and the veritable flood of people arrived.