So this is happening. Jin and Namjoon were just as confused as I was, whereas Yoongi looked sympathetic, embarrassed almost. "(Y/N)?" Well, this just took a dramatic turn. Yeseul sighed and put her mask back on calmly. She told me to tell her what was wrong. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't. I couldn't talk to her after she had told me not to. 

I just...I couldn't. Even though that was 4 years ago, I still remember what she said, word for word. I remember hurting for a long time inside. I remember wanting to call her, wanting to talk to her. But I couldn't. Thank god I don't have to. "She threw up and was unconscious for a little over 2 hours. She was also ice cold, but sweating like crazy." Yoongi said. Yeseul turned to him and asked him to give her more information. "She also said she had a lot of headaches. I think that's it?" Yoongi turned to look at me. I nodded, whipping sweat off my forehead. 

Yeseul told me to open my mouth. "I'm going to swab you for a testing sample." She grabbed a long q-tip looking thing and stuck it in my mouth, causing me to gag afterwards. "I'll be right back." She said, not looking at me. She placed the swab in a plastic bag and left the room, the door clicking shut. 

We sat in silence until Jin spoke up. "That's your-" he began. 

"sister. Yes. Yeseul is my sister. " I crossed my arms, looking away from the boys. 

"Woah." Namjoon said. "Talk about drama." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "What happened between you two?" I sighed and brushed his hand off my shoulder and sat up straight. I explained to him how she told me to never contact her again and how she went to med-school and now she's back in (hometown). "Damn. But she's your sister!" He threw up his hands. 

I head 'mmhmm's of agreement. "Siblings shouldn't shut each other out."  Jin said. "Man, that sucks. I'm sorry to hear that." 

"Is this why you didn't want to go to the hospital?" Yoongi asked. I noticed he was being very quiet during the exams. I shook my head. "Are you really that afraid of needles?" He looked at me with that ice cold stare, gazing into my soul. At least, it felt that way. I nodded slowly. 

It was a lie. I didn't want to come to the hospital because of my sister. I knew she was back in (hometown). I knew she worked at the hospital. I didn't think she would ever want to see me again. I didn't know why, but she was my sister and I had to respect her wishes. She was older than me, after all. 

It's not that I don't have a fear of needles, I do. A horrible but perfectly rational fear of needles. I just don't like them. "Why doesn't she want to talk to you?" Yoongi asked. I buried my face in my hands. 

"I don't know." I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. "She told me not to talk to her again. I just...don't know." 

"Why didn't you ever try to talk to her?" Yoongi asked. 

I shook my head, my face still in my hands. "She told me not to." 

"She didn't mean it, did she?" 

"How would I know?" I squeaked. There was silence until a knock was heard at the door. My sister's face popped in and she had a paper. 

"I have good news and I have bad news." She said quietly. She stepped in and placed the paper on her desk. She sat down. "the good news.." She began. "Is that you just have a minor case of the flu and it can be treated right now." She took a deep breath. "The bad news...the only treatment is a shot." I shuttered. "(Y/N), i know you don't like shots. But it's the only way." I nodded. 

She remembered that I hate getting shots?  I felt somewhat touched that she remembered such a small detail about me. It's been at least 10 years since I had gotten a shot with her. "Go ahead." I said quietly. She readied the needle. 

"Okay. Are you ready?" I shook my head. Yoongi scoffed. 

"(Y/N) It's just a shot." Jin said. "It's not the end of the world." I looked at him, as if I was telling him to shut up. And he did. 

Namjoon clapped his hands together, causing a pile of magazines to fall off the table. How? I don't even know."Yoongi should hold (Y/N)'s hand!" At that, Yoongi was holding my hand and my eyes were closed. 

"One." 

"Two."

"Three. You're all done. You want a lollipop or something?" My sister joked. She had a sense of humor, at least. We got up, checked out and drove home in silence. 

I said goodbye to the boys at my apartment door. I wondered to myself why Yoongi wanted to take care of me. He didn't like me. He was drunk when he kissed me, I was sure.

My heart beats faster at the thought. 

Maybe, deep down, he does care.