🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

f o r t y - n i n e

7:21 p.m.

Yoongi's POV

The sun is now setting and in doing so, casting a golden-orange glow into Y/N's apartment. Everything looks so tiny from up here. All the people walking by on the street look like little bugs crawling along the dirt. I turn around and see Y/N come out of their room from settling Dae-hyun down. By the look on their face and how tense they look, anyone would be able to tell that they are trying to be quiet like a mouse and process whatever they've been told. Y/N holds their index finger to their lips, their way of telling me to be quiet. Tiptoeing their way over into the living room, Y/N sits down on the couch. I follow and sit down beside them.

"How is he?" I ask.

Y/N sighs, "He's okay now. He's asleep," they respond.

"That's good," I say, not knowing what else to talk about.

Y/N quietly mumbles a 'yeah' and rubs their forehead with a sigh. I look at them, thinking back to about two hours ago, remembering the look in their eyes when Y/N entered the situation. The smiley and playful aura disappeared once Y/N saw their friend in danger. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't worried or scared for what was going to happen. The difference between Y/N and the other guy - the ex-lover - was visible; he had them in all aspects besides morals probably. Yet, they did not hesitate to protect their friend. That's the scariest I've seen them. . . and the fiercest, I think to myself. I notice how Y/N is slowly opening and closing their right hand with a pain filled expression.

"Give me your hand," I tell them, already holding my own hand out towards them.

Y/N looks at me with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look. I nudge my hand towards them. Y/N gives me their right hand. That's swollen, I notice the redness on their knuckles and the noticeable feeling of swelling. There is a small cut on their middle knuckle.

"Where's your first aid kit?" I ask.

"Uh, I probably have some stuff in one of my cabinets," Y/N says softly, looking tired.

"Where is it?" I ask.

Y/N exhales, "Fuck if I know. There's stuff everywhere. I don't have an actual kit," they say, taking their hand back.

"Besides," Y/N starts, getting up from the couch.

"This just needs to be wrapped - it'll be fine," Y/N explains, waving their hand.

I stare blankly at Y/N as they walk off towards the kitchen area. For a split second, Y/N looked like an angel when they walked through the sunlight. It seemed as if they were a fallen angel with the way they were illuminated from the sunset. I watch as they open a cabinet and move whatever is inside around carefully, not wanting to make noise. Though, there's still the sound of shuffles and rattles as they do so. Y/N puffs their cheeks out and sighs. I get up from the couch and stand beside them.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Nothing. It's higher than I remember putting it," Y/N tells me, prepping to climb the counter top to reach.

I'm confused but I look into the cabinet and see what she is talking about. On the top shelf there is a box of convent store brand gauze wraps. I stop Y/N from climbing the counter, Shortie I think, grabbing the box of gauze. I turn around to face Y/N and they are already looking at me. We are awfully close to each other. Y/N takes a step back and holds out their hand.

"I can do it," they tell me, looking away.

I scoff, thinking how funny Y/N is with their "tough guy" act.

"Go sit down, I'll do it," I say.

Your POV

This hurts more than I remember, I think as I hiss in pain. Yoongi puts an antibiotic cream on my knuckle where there's a cut from when I punched that douchebag of an ex.