I woke up with a jolt when I felt something cold, and a little wet, press against my forehead. At first, I didn't know where I was but then I remembered. I opened my eyes to see a bitch-faced white haired man holding something to my forehead. "Ahh." he said, looking away. "Did I wake you?" He furrowed his brow. 

"Yes." I told him. I added quickly, "But it's okay." He sighed, relieved and pressed down on the cloth on my forehead. 

"You're sick." He said to me. I rolled my eyes. 

"No shit." I spat. He laughed. It was a beautiful thing, hearing him laugh. I never really ever heard him laugh. But when he did, all I wanted to do was listen. The room was dark, but I knew it was Yoongi's. I recognized the shelf to my left and the smell of the burning candle on the dresser. It smelled minty, and it brought me peace. 

He took a deep breath. "We're going to take you to the hospital." He stood up. "I'm worried about you." He turns on the light and I squint at the sudden brightness. I shake my head and hide under the covers. 

"No! No doctor!" I really didn't like hospitals. They gave me the creeps and reminded me of my sister. There's nothing wrong with my sister, she's just a doctor. That told me to never contact her again. 

Yoongi scoffed and ripped the sheets off of the bed. "You sound like you're eight." He tried to grab my arm, but I resisted. "mmm...Get up!" he whined. "Hey! I will not hesitate to pick you up!" 

"Then why haven't you?" I giggled, still attempting to hide. That man really had nerve, because at that exact moment he did pick me up and carried me, like a baby, into the living room where he did not put me down, but he slid on some shoes. "Jin hyung! Namjoon! I want you guys to come with us!" he yelled. I tilted my head, still in his arms.

he looked at me with soft eyes and bit his lip. "I don't like going to the hospital alone." He put me down, finally, but remained holding my wrists crossed against my chest behind my back. "Don't you just hate going to the hospital alone?" he teased. 

"Yes, I do hate it." I said sharply. Yoongi got close to me, his lips grazing my ear. His lips felt warm on my cold ears, even though I was basically sweating. 

He snickered. "You don't like the hospital?" He whispered, giving me chills. God, sometime I hated this man. I heard the soft thud of feet and soon Namjoon and Jin were standing in the doorway, their mouths gaping wide open. Yoongi quickly let go of me and pushed me away. 

Jin smiled profusely, putting his hands up to his mouth. "What's this?" he said in a very high pitched voice. Namjoon crossed his arms and smirked. 

"Jin hyung, you already know what Yoongi and (Y/N) were doing." He looked over at me, crouching in the corner. "But just to be clear-" He jerked his head back to look at Yoongi. "-what were you doing?" 

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up. After steading me on my feet, he answered with a simple lie. "I was checking her temperature, no need to fangirl." His voice was clear, but I heard the slightest bit of nervousness in that smooth, deep tone. I looked at him and also noticed the tiniest bit of pink tinting his pale cheeks. Namjoon and Jin both smiled and shook their heads. 

"Can we just go and get this over with?" I asked, already opening the door and pressing the buttons on the elevator. The boys quickly followed. Once in the car, I strapped on my seatbelt and huffed. 

"What's with the attitude?" Jin asked sternly. 

"I hope I don't have to get a shot." I say, pouting. I look out the window as Jin unrolls it. Namjoon, who I seated next to me, laughs hysterically. He hits hand on the side on the door. Me and Yoongi scoff at the same time. "What's so funny?" 

"(Y/N), baby girl." Yoongi says. 

"Don't call me that." I hiss. The boys continue to giggle. 

"You sounded...like...a" Namjoon begins, still laughing, "..like a four...year old. Ahaaa!" He was just going crazy, like I was the funniest thing since your moma jokes. 

"Oh god." I say, looking out my window, huffing. "Grow up." He and Jin continue to laugh. I look in the side mirror from my window and see Yoongi smiling. Ahh, his smile is really a beautiful thing. When he smiles, his gums show. A gummy smile, if you will. 

"I-I'm sorry!" Namjoon laughs. He hits his leg. "I can't help it!" 

"As adorable as (Y/N) is, can we just forget it?" Yoongi huffs quietly. Namjoon finally stops laughing, but he is still smiling.  

It is a long drive to the hospital. Every now and then, I have a flashback of my sister telling me not to talk to her again. I don't care. I have flashes of me having to get a bunch of shots, like I have rabies. I know I don't have rabies. I hope. 

Alas, we pull into the hospital driveway at around 5 p.m. Yoongi and Namjoon have been asleep for a while, at least an hour. I, however, was afraid I was going to have nightmares about getting shots. 

I really don't like needles, if you couldn't already tell. Jin finds a parking space close to the entrance and wake the boys up. Namjoon rubs his eyes and moans. "I still don't get why we have to come." He grumbles. "Yoongi could have taken (Y/N) himself but nooo." Yoongi shoots him a look that says to stop speaking. 

Though it is only 5 or 6 p.m, it is already dark out. Jin comes around the car and opens up my door. I grumble something not even I could really understand and push my seatbelt open. "Thanks." I tell him. He smiles his charming smile and shuts the door behind me when I get out. 

"No problem." He heads off and locks the car, beeping it twice. We walk in silence to check in at the front desk. 

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" A tall, skinny woman asks. She had to be at least 18, she looked like she was, anyway. She reeked of cigarettes and wine, however. Her voice was rough, scratchy as she greeted us.  

Yoongi nodded. "It's for (L/N) (Y/N), at 5:20." he told the lady. He sounded impatient, and he looked it too. He was tapping his foot on the floor rapidly while Namjoon played a game on his phone and Jin read a magazine about home-style recipes . The woman, who's name tag read Saai Bi, typed my name into her computer. She analyzed the screen for three seconds before clicking twice. 

"Ahh! Goddamnit!" Namjoon shouted. We all looked at him, even Saai Bi. She raised an eyebrow. A bright red blush spread across his face and he shoved his phone in his pocket. He scratched the back of his head and whistled. "Sorry..." He said after around a minute or two.  Saai Bi huffed out a big, smelly breath and continued typing. 

"Aha..Okay if you could just have a seat-" she motioned to the waiting room behind the desk. "-right over there, the doctor will see you shortly." We each bowed to the woman and took a seat. I reluctantly sat down next to Yoongi. When I did, I sat at the edge of the bench and was extremely stiff and still. 

My body heat was hot at first, but then dropped dramatically. It got to the point where Jin noticed the chills on my forearms and offered me his jacket. I was going to accept, but Yoongi swatted him away. 

"His jacket isn't warm enough." he took off his own and put it around my shoulders. "Take this." I nodded and pulled my arms through the sleeves. His jacket was indeed warm and had a white, fur trimmed hood. It was extremely big on me. He smiled slightly and leaned back, putting his arms being his head. The gray turtle neck he was wearing stretched against his chest and arms, defining all the creases and curves. 

His body wasn't as amazing as Jungkook's, but still. I appreciated his body more than Jungkook. He wasn't all muscle, proving that even the ever so perfect Yoongi was human. We waited for a while longer before my name was called. 

"(L/N) (mis pronounced Y/N)?" A woman with pitch black hair and too much eyeliner on peeked her head through the door. 

"It's (Y/N), actually." I said quietly. The woman nodded and motioned me in. Yoongi got up with me and told Jin and Namjoon to follow. 

"You have the same last name as one of our doctors here." The woman said as she lead us through a light beige hallway. I nodded. I wasn't surprised. (L/N) was a common last name in (hometown). She knocked on a door before entering. "The doctor will be with us shortly, so let me being your basic check-up." She began asking me questions like if I was getting enough water and I was eating healthy. 

I nodded and saw the needles on the desk and got chills. Yoongi put his hand just above my knee, making me feel even more uncomfortable, and squeezed. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly, because that was all I could really do. The doctor asked me more questions like if I was on my period and if I was late, both of which I answered no to. 

"Mine ended last week." I told her. I felt embarrassed, having three boys in the room listening to my answers. The woman nodded and then checked my heartbeat and my eyes and all that. 

While she was doing so she asked me a few more questions. "Are you sexually active?" She startled me with that question, and I tensed up. I wasn't of course, but I have plenty of dreams about it. I told her no. "Okay...have you been drinking a lot of alcohol lately?" 

"Define lately.." I say quietly. 

"Within the last month or so?" She said. She sounded extremely sweet, like she was used to talking to kids. 

I thought back to about a month back of any alcohol I had and I had a flashback of waking up in Yoongi's room. I didn't want to tell her, and thank god I didn't have to. "About a month ago she got really drunk." Yoongi said. The nurse looked at him and raised her eyebrow. He added quickly, "It was at our house, but I made sure she had water and all that." His dark eyes sparkled and he seemed to glow again. 

The woman nodded and stood up. "Well, that will be all with me. The doctor should be right in." She bowed and headed out. We sat in silence for a minute before Namjoon finally opened his mouth. 

"What if you have to get a shot?" he asked. Agh, that shit head. I swear, if there weren't any witnesses, I would have killed him right there. He laughed and held up his hands to cover his face as I got up and punched him in the arm. "Ouch..." he rubbed his arm and whimpered. 

I sat down and crossed my legs, looking at the needles before turning so my back was to him. "That's what you get for reminding me." There was more silence before a knock was heard at the door. 

A woman's face peeped in and I swear she looked so familiar. "(L/N) (Y/N)?" She said. Her voice was muffled by the mask she was wearing. 

I nodded. "That's me." She entered the room and sat down. She didn't take off her mask, which seemed strange to me. I read her name tag. "Dr. (L/N)? That's cool, we have the same last name." 

"That's cool, are you two related?" Jin asked. Dr. (L/N) tensed and shook her head rapidly, her ponytail following through. 

"I'm sure we are not. It's a common last name." She said. Namjoon smiled. 

"Same here. Me and this guy-" he put his hand on Jin's shoulder. "-have the same name. but we're not related." She nodded and asked me a question I couldn't understand. 

"I'm sorry?" I asked. She said it again, only to realize it was no use. She took off her mask and it hit me. "Yeseul?" I asked. It was her.

My sister.