WARNING: this will be dramatic af. Like full on k-drama dramatic. And there will be mention of knives and blood. I said it was dramatic didn't I. You have been warned.

3rd person pov:
The guards stood outside the gates of the large house, simply doing their duties. They saw a girl walk by, but obviously thought nothing of it. Until they saw her walk back the other way again just a few minutes later. And then back again a few minutes after that. It was clear something was going on. So they stopped her.
"Excuse me miss, are you lost? You keep walking back and forth." The guard says holding an arm out to stop her.
"O-oh yes, I'm lost. Could you help me?" She says, seemingly innocent.
"Sure, where are you looking for?" He replies, lowering his arm. She replies, and the guard guides her that way, and all is back to normal...

Or so he thought.
The girl comes walking back again, and just as the guard is about to stop her. She climbs over the high walls and bolts towards the girl and her boyfriend, who are just leaving the house.

Your POV:
"You ready to go?" Yoongi asks, grabbing his coat off of the hook.
"Yep," You say, doing up the last button of your coat.
"Cool, lets go then!" Yoongi says, heading for the door.
Just as the door opens, you make out what looks to be a girl, in her late teens/early twenties, jumping down from the wall into the driveway. The next thing you know, she has pulled out a knife, and launched towards you.

You feel a sharp pain in the left side of your stomach, and it's too much. Your knees go weak and you fall to the ground, with a whimper. By this time the girl has been grabbed by the guard and restrained. Yoongi looks panicked, and quickly kneels down beside you. He holds you in his arms his hand pressing down firmly on the deep wound on your stomach, in his best attempt to save you. Tears start streaming down his face, followed by deep sobs, crying out your name. He looks up and sees another one of the guards frantically talking on the phone, and sighs a half-hearted sigh of relief. At least help is coming soon.

"Y-Yoongi..." you say in a shaky breath. You don't even have the energy to cry, but your mind is telling you that, you may never get to see him again. You need to say your last words.
"sshhh don't talk, j-just... just hold on, help is coming d-don't worry..." He stutters, talking through sobs.
"Y-Yoongi...I love you..." you say clinging on to the last threads of consciousness. "Tell my family...I love them" You say, as a single tear streams down your cheek.
"I-it's ok, j-just... just hold on a little longer..." he says, letting endless tears fall from his eyes as he holds you in his arms. You let out a few shallow breaths and your arm falls as your consciousness slips away. His sobs fill the air. The agonizing wait for the ambulance feels like an eternity.
Eventually he hears the sound of the sirens and the blue lights flash around him. He looks up and sees the paramedics running towards them and a few behind them wheeling a stretcher. He subconsciously keeps a firm grip on you, his instincts telling him to protect you.
"It's ok sir, we'll take care of her. Don't worry." One of the paramedics says, noticing his resistance. Yoongi half heartedly steps back and let's them take over, watching as they frantically deal with you, shouting instructions to each other. He looks down at his hand, now covered in blood, with wide eyes, still comprehending every that has happened. This is a dream right? It has to be... please...please tell me this is a dream...He crouches down and practically screams your name. The paramedics move you onto the stretcher and quickly roll you to the ambulance and Yoongi quickly follows.

3rd person pov:

He sits quietly in the corner, while the ambulance crew are still working hard, trying to maintain (Y/N)'s somewhat stable condition. Yoongi just says out of the way, his head in his hands, silently crying while listening to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Please.... please let her be ok he thought, clasping his hands together tightly. As they pull into the hospital they're immediately getting ready, opening the doors and preparing to wheel (Y/N) down the corridors to the ICU.

Yoongi's POV

I start running with them, my hands firm on the railing. I keep looking down at her, pale and lifeless, and it strikes a bow through my chest every time. I can't stand seeing her in this state.
They go into the emergency room, leaving me to watch behind glass doors, as they try to keep her alive. Once she's prepped, they wheel her out to the operating room, and I'm left in the corridor, a bloody, crying mess. A nurse leads me to the waiting room, and I sit, amongst the tense silence, my heavy sobs filling it. My before blonde hair is now stained red from my frantic gripping at it while struggling through a panic attack. I hold my hands out in front of me, and I see how they shake, wildly. I can't sit still, so I suddenly stand up and pace around, scaring the other people in the waiting room, the blood all over me doesn't help. I'm so deep in the grips of a panic attack that I don't notice the nurse trying to talk to me until she places a careful hand on my arm.
"Sir, are you ok? D-do you need assistance?" She asks, as if she's already asked it several times, I must not have noticed. I don't know how to answer. I break down, crying hysterically, and my legs get so weak that I can't help but crouch down onto the floor.
"Cmon sir, come with me, let's sort you out." I look up at her with glossy eyes, I feel helpless, I can't help but let her drag me to a private room.
"Let's get you cleaned up shall we?" She grabs a few warm wet towels as I sit down, and carefully holds my hands as she cleans the blood off them.
"What's your name?" She asks sweetly, clearly trying to distract me from all the distress...and it's kind of working.
"U-uuhh, Y-Yoongi, Min Yoongi." I say, still struggling to catch my breath, as she carefully wipes down my hands.
"Mine's Eunji. Son Eunji." She says kneeling down so she can see my face, with a warm smile. She reaches up and starts gently cleaning the blood off my face, and I retract for a moment, and look on with shock.
"Don't worry, it's ok. I just want to help you." She says, noticing my nerves. She waits a moment, and when I finally visibly relax, she smiles a warm smile, before getting back to cleaning my face. She's so careful, gently dabbing my face with the towel.
"There ya go! Much better!" She says, putting the towel an a bucket to be washed, before going and sitting next to me. "Now... tell me what's going on in that head of yours." She looks at me with those smiley eyes, and I can't help but let a few tears slip out. I just feel so... comforted.

My tough persona (ayy) comes back, and I lean away for a second.
"Is this some kind of therapy or something?" I scoff. The nurse looks slightly confused; I was so sensitive before.
"Y-Yeah, I guess you could call it that. You were having a panic attack and I wanted to help... I know what happened to your girlfriend... I'm really sorry. But don't worry, it's not the first time something like that has happened. The surgeons here are really good, they'll save her for sure." I'm left in conflict. I'm still super worried for her, but what she said was somewhat comforting. A huge tenseness builds in my chest, and I can't help but let it out. I break into loud hitching sobs, and hold my head in my hands. I feel a hand resting on my back, and my first instinct is to push it away, but I don't. It's comforting, and it starts moving around in circles on my back, and out of nowhere, I reach out and hug her... I couldn't control it. It just happened. But once I did it, I didn't want to stop. I felt so bad hugging a girl who's not my girlfriend, but she was the only person there, who I could hug anyway.

After a few minutes of letting it all out, I sit back, wiping away all the tears and snot. It's safe to say I was a mess. The nurse hands me a tissue and just continues to sit with me.
"Do you feel any better now?" She asks, softly.
"Yeah...thank you. For helping me..." I say, shyly. She gently pats my back saying "Cmon let's go back to the waiting room. Her surgery is probably nearly finished and you don't want to miss it." She helps me stand and leads me back to the waiting room. Everyone else continues staring at me as if I'm a mad man, so I sink further back into my seat, the amount of eyes on me getting uncomfortable.

At the perfect timing, just as I was about to explode and shout at everyone to stop staring at me, the doctor comes in and calls me.
"Boyfriend of (Your Full Name)?" I immediately stand up and walk to him.
"I'm glad to say that, for now, your girlfriend is in a stable condition. She's still asleep right now but you can still visit her. Please come with me." He says, turning around and heading down the corridor, and I eagerly follow him.

When I enter the room I see her, hooked up to several wires, and an oxygen mask on her face. It's a tough sight to see, that's for sure, but to me at least, it means that she's ok. The rhythmic beating of the heart monitor and the whirring of the oxygen tank are the only sounds that fill the silence. My baby... she's ok. I think, tears brimming in my eyes as I walk over to see her.
I sit by her bed and hold her hand in mine. I'm already too excited for her to wake up. I start talking to her, even though she can't hear me. Eventually a nurse comes in, just to fiddle with her IV, and I notice it's the same nurse who helped me earlier. She smirks at me with bright eyes and says "I told you she'd be ok" I give her a warm, genuine smile back, before she turns and leaves the room.

I look at my phone for the first time since the accident and see it's blown up with texts from the members asking if she's ok and if I'm ok. I just send them a quick text back.
"She's ok. I'm ok."
And go back to looking over her, eagerly awaiting signs of consciousness. Suddenly I see her eyes flutter, and her brows furrow, so I quickly stand up and call her name.
"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" Her eyes flutter open and she turns to look at me, and let's out a sigh, followed by a confused "what happened?"
*your pov*
My eyes open and the first thing I see is a figure, looking at me with an eager smile, though for some reason I can't make out who it is.
"What happened?" I ask, weakly. Only then do I notice the extreme soreness in my throat. My voice is grainy and breathy. I feel a hand on mine, and I assume it belongs to the figure in front of me. He responds "y-you were stabbed. But you survived! You just came out of surgery...I'm so glad your alive (Y/N)." I can hear his voice shaking and I can see him tearing up. I don't remember anything about any of what he said, but I'm honestly really glad. It sounds horrible. I squint at the face, trying to put a name to it, but I just can't.
"W-who are you?" I ask, being reminded of the soreness in my throat again, and I wince. The figure reaches out and starts stroking my hair and I furrow my brows in confusion.
"You don't remember who I am? I'm Yoongi, your boyfriend...Y-you don't remember?" He says, his voice trembling again. Meanwhile my brows are still furrowed, wondering how I was so lucky to have such a beautiful boyfriend. He's still stroking my hair, and I'm suddenly made aware of the oxygen mask. Then my attention suddenly shifts to the pain in my throat again, and I wince, and lift a weak hand to my throat. I whisper a soft "...hurts..." and my hand is still gripping my throat, and luckily Yoongi puts the pieces together pretty quickly.
"Your throat hurts? I know baby, it's ok. Do you want me to call the doctor?" After some deliberation I nod, and yoongi reaches over and presses the button next to my bed. The doctor walks in, noticing how I'm awake.
"Ah! She's awake! What seems to be the problem?" He asks.
"I think she has a sore throat. Is there anything you can do about it?" Yoongi asks, hopeful.
"Unfortunately no, there's nothing we can do right now. It was likely caused by the breathing tube during surgery, so don't worry about it too much. I think it's safe to say that a sore throat is the least of our worries right now." He says with a smirk.
"But since you're awake let's take this off" He says, reaching forward and taking the oxygen mask off.
"Any other problems just call me back ok?" He says with a nod before leaving the room.

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When I've finally come around and I'm not high and loopy anymore, I can finally remember everything. I am also now horribly aware of the sharp pain in my stomach again. It was alright at first, but the painkillers must have worn off, because now it is painful. I am woken up from my not so peaceful sleep, groaning, by hand slowly making its way down to the wound on my stomach.
"No baby don't touch it." Yoongi says, stopping my hand and holding it in his. I whine in pain, and he struggles to translate my pained sounds for a lil while.
"Oh, does your stomach hurt?" He asks, finally realising. I nod as I let out a sob that I was holding back; it was getting unbearable. He quickly reaches over and presses the button again, and holds my hand tightly again.
"Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon." He kept his promise, and not moments later the doctor came in, saw my pained expression, and immediately knew what the issue was.
"Ah, the painkillers must have worn off, am I right?" He asks, looking at Yoongi, and he nods. And so the doctor turns to the nurse that was just behind him, and asked for some confusing medication, before she nodded and swiftly leaving to get said medication. The doctor takes this opportunity to check a few things. He swiftly whips his stethoscope from around his neck and puts it in his heads before placing it carefully on my chest. What that's checking I don't know, I literally have a heart monitor beeping constantly. He just nods a couple times before pulling the covers back and looking at the grotesque wound on my stomach. It's exposure to the cold air just makes the pain worse. The doctor thinks out loud, saying "We should clean it soon..." and at that point the nurse gets back with the painkillers and attaches it to my IV.

"I'll come back in a few minutes once the painkillers have taken affect to clean the wound." He says with a fake-ish smile and turns and leaves the room. Yoongi reaches forward and brushes away a tear from my cheek with his thumb, before gently stroking my hair. It's comforting, and distracting me while the painkillers take affect.

"I can't wait to get out of here."

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(A month or so later)

I'm sat up in the bed, eating my last gross hospital meal before I finally get to leave. The doctor comes in with the discharge papers, and hands them to Yoongi to sign. A nurse comes in with some crutches and my prescription. I still need the crutches to help me walk, but I am getting to the point where I'm starting to learn to walk again.

The feeling of finally walking out of those hospital doors is the best feeling ever. Hopping in the car to go home, to my own bed, to finally be in a familiar place again. It felt amazing. That was until we pulled into our driveway. I got out of the car, and as soon as I saw our front door, everything replayed in my head. I could see myself on those doorsteps, collapsing in a pool of blood. I feel my chest tighten as all the memories come flooding back, and I relive the last month of my life. And it's horrible. Without realising, tears were falling from my eyes, as i stay frozen, staring at the front door. Suddenly my nice, warm, familiar house, has turned to a sinister nightmare. Yoongi notices and walks over, waving his hands in front of my distant looking eyes.

"(Y/N), are you ok?" He asks, still waving his hands frantically in front of my eyes, that are still staring into nothingness. The tightness in my chest has built to the point where I can't breathe anymore, and I'm left, struggling to take in quick short wheezes.

"Come on (Y/N) lets just get you inside, then I can help you..." Those words just make things worse and I shake my head frantically. For a moment, Yoongi is confused, until it finally clicks in his head.

"O-ok well, lets just sit down." he says, gently leading me back towards the car door and opening it, being the only place where I can sit without having to go inside or near the house. After a minute or so of attempted deep breathing, I'm finally calm again.

"Are you ready to go inside now?" He asks gently, his hand resting on my knee, as he's crouched down in front of me. I nod hesitantly and He helps me stand up and grabs my crutches for me. "Don't worry, I'll be here the whole time. We can take it as slow as you need, just keep taking deep breaths ok?" He places a careful hand on  my shoulder, and it stays there as we walk to the doorstep of the house. I look down, to see faint blood stains still lingering, and it strikes fear in me, but I remember what he said. Just keep taking deep breaths, ok? I take a deep breath, praying for him to unlock the door quickly. When he finally unlocks the door, I take in a deep breath, inhaling the homely smell of my house. As I step in, it feels oddly unfamiliar. Like reverse Deja vu. Jamais vu.

"Cmon lets get you to bed, you need to rest." Yoongi says, his hand gently brushing down from my shoulder. I nod sadly, and follow him, and he helps me up the stairs to our bedroom.

I can't help but let several tears escape, as I see our bed, for the first time in what feels like forever. It looks so comfortable and welcoming, a soft colour, instead of blinding white hospital sheets.

"You ok?" He asks, noticing the tears. "Yeah, just glad to be home." I say shakily with a sniff. "Cmon let's get you in bed then." he says, motioning me towards my side of the bed. I carefully and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, with his help. He crouches down and unties my shoes for me, and carefully and gently pulls them off my feet. I swing my legs up and on to the bed, as he puts the shoes down to the side, before coming over and helping me under the covers.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asks, softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. I nod, the thought of being alone strikes fear into me after all that has happened. He smiles, and walks round to the other side of the bed, and takes his shoes off before climbing under the covers, and pulling me into a warm but gentle hug.

"Thank you."

Wow that was a real journey!!!! This is the longest chapter i've ever written😂😂 I'm super proud of it ngl. I hope y'all liked it as much as I liked writing it!!!!
See ya in the next one!!
안녕!!! 👋🏻