~Y/N POV~

I was over the moon that Jimin and I in some way re-patched our friendship. It was great and yesterday we spent all day talking and just doing what we use to. Hang around, watching movies and now and again Jimin would crack a joke about the actor or actress in the movie. It was truly like the old days and I missed him so much. Too much.

He even spent the night in my room and of course Taehyung joined us and the three of us just made movie night of it with snacks and such. Hoseok even joined for a couple hours too when we decided to do some face masks but then left saying good night.

That then left to this morning.

Namjoon was busy in his office like always. Jin went for some shopping since we desperately needed a shop. Jimin and Taehyung went with him even if they didn't want to but Jin dragged them along with him to the supermarket. That now left my brother Hoseok with me, watching over Jungkook.

This would have to be the first time I've spent this long with him in his condition. He was healing though which was good but him still being unconscious was not very comforting to me. Watching him peacefully sleep was somewhat comforting but not an awful lot. I still blame myself for what happened to him. How could I not?

All this time, sitting next to him by his bed side that's all I could really think about. Jungkook wouldn't be here if it weren't for me so who else would be next for Yang to finally be able to get me?

"Y/n don't you even think about it." Hoseok

I looked up to the sound of my brothers voice, across the room on the other side of the bed sitting in another chair. His face scrunching up angrily and his tapping foot off the floor, he was angry at me.

"Think about what?"

I played it off but he scoffed at me, rolling his eyes and stood up from his chair.

"Think that this is your fault in anyway because it's not. So don't start thinking of stupid ways to resolve the issue that isn't even yours in the first place. It's Yang's." Hoseok

I sighed, breaking that eye contact with my brother to look down to my hands on my lap.

"Do you want a drink anyway? I'm getting something so do you?" Hoseok

I shook my head without looking at him and just listened to him hum and walk out the room, closing the door behind him after he left. Now I was alone with Jungkook even if he may not know I'm here.

The room was quiet, dim lighted but that was the way Jungkook liked it sometimes and so it seemed right. I looked up to the pictures framed on his walls around the room. His own paintings. Some of his own work was even decorated around the house too. Jungkook and his many qualities.

One painting in particular caught my attention. Standing up I wondered over to the far end of the room carefully eyeing the painting, a small smile on my face as I studied the details. It was the painting of Yoongi and I that Jungkook insisted on painting for us as a wedding gift. It once stayed in our room but I didn't have the heart to look at it after Yoongis death or even throw it away so I asked Jungkook to take it away and do as he pleases with it. I guess he chose to hang it up on his wall.

The memory of that painting being done, sitting on a single chair with Yoongi standing next to me, holding my hand but each of us looking into one another's eyes and our fireplace behind us. Jungkook really captured the moment between us. It was truly a masterpiece.

"Beautiful piece of art isn't it?"

"It sure is."

I smiled, eyes still glued to Yoongis face on the painting, a light smile upon his features.

"I was talking about you, my angel."

My entire body froze in that moment. Only one person ever calls me that and his voice......I haven't heard it in so long. Still the same deep husky voice as before.

It's all in my head. It can't be real. I'm going crazy again I swear it.

I heard steps behind me, coming closer but I stayed still, refusing to move but I could feel his presence. I just knew it was him. My heart beating fast like it always did, the butterflies in my stomach. It all came back to me. Even his breath on the back of neck and the smell of his cologne that he always used.

"My King?"

That was always what I used for him and he always referred to me as two different names depending in his mood. I couldn't help but voice to come out in a whisper but I gasped when I felt his touch on my arms gently grabbing me from behind.

"It's me, my Queen. I've come back to you."

Tears coming to my eyes I quickly turned around to finally come face to face with my love.

Seeing his face in person, reaching up to cup his cheeks to confirm he's real. That soft smile on his face as he looks down at me with such love in his eyes, it was totally almost unbelievable. I felt his cold skin on his cheeks against my palms. He felt solid, like he was alive and none of this was in my imagination.

"You....How....You're real?"

He nods, taking my hands from his cheeks into his own hands pulling up close to his chest.

"Yes I'm real Y/n. I'm right here.....for you." Yoongi

Shaking my head, I was in so much denial about this. How can he be?

He's dead, its not possible.

"You can't be. You're dead. I-I found you......No, it's not possible."

I was about to push away but he only pulled me closer by my hands, firmly holding my hands in his, bringing them up to his chest.

"I'm very much alive Angel. Here." Yoongi

He placed my hands flat on his chest through his black buttoned up shirt and kept his hands over mine but his eyes never leaving mine.

"Feel that?" Yoongi

Under his shirt inside his chest I could feel the thumping of his heart beat. That pulsing organ under my palms, giving me sign that he's real, he's here. I sobbed, leaning forward for my forehead to rest on top of our hands on his chest.

"This heart only beats for you Y/n and this time I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Yoongi

My whole body was shaking, crying hard that the man that I have loved with every fibre in my body was back. God knows how but he's here.

"You're...You're really here?"

I asked but more like confirmed the reality to the situation. Removing his hands from mine he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed my face into his chest to hug my body even closer to his. Now my I could hear his heart beat and I sobbed all the more, tears streaming down my cheeks, gripping his shirt for dear life as my legs caved underneath me but he held me up.

"Shh, now. Just let it all out and we'll talk. There's so much I have to explain to you." Yoongi

Damn right he does but for now I'm going to enjoy this moment in having my husband back, here in the flesh. My Yoongi came back to me.