5:21 p.m.

Yoongi's POV

The sun is now setting, casting a golden orange glow into the 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 her room. By the look on her face and how tense she looks, anyone would be able to tell that she is trying to be like a mouse. Quiet. Y/N puts her index finger to her lips, her way of telling me to be quiet. Tiptoeing her way over, Y/N sits down on her couch. I follow and sit beside her.

"How is he?" I ask.

Y/N sighs, "He's okay, he's asleep" she says.

"That's good," I say.

Y/N quietly mumbles a 'yeah' and rubs her forehead. I look at her, thinking back to an hour ago, remembering the look in her eyes when she entered the situation. The smiley and playful aura disappeared once she saw her friend and his ex-lover. I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn't worried and scared for what was going to happen. The difference between Y/N and the other guy was visible. Yet, she did not hesitate to protect her friend. That's the scariest I've seen her. . . and the fiercest. I think. I notice how Y/N is slowly opening and closing her right hand with a pain filled expression.

"Give me your hand," I tell her.

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

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

"Uh, I don't have one," Y/N chuckles.

"Why not?" I ask.

Y/N shrugs, "No need".

"Besides," she says, getting up from the couch.

"This just needs to be wrapped, I'll be fine," Y/N explains, showing her right hand again.

I stare blankly at Y/N as she walks off towards the kitchen area. For a split second, she looks like an angel. When she walks through the sunlight, it seemed as if she was a fallen angel. I watch as she opens a cabinet and moves whatever is inside around. The sound of shuffles and rattles play. Y/N puffs her cheeks out and sighs. I get up from the couch and stand beside her.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Nothing, it's higher than I remember putting it," Y/N tells me.

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. Shortie I think, grabbing the box. I turn around and Y/N runs into me. I look down at her, she is looking at me. We are awfully close to each other. Y/N takes a step back and holds out her hand.

"I can do it," She tells me, looking away.

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

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

Your POV

This hurts more than I remember. I hiss in pain as Yoongi puts the antibiotic cream on my knuckle cut.

"Sorry," Yoongi apologizes.

"Not your fault," I say.

Yoongi screws the cap back on the ointment and puts it down on the floor. He opens the box of gauzes and takes out a roll, placing the box beside the ointment. Once again Yoongi takes my hand, this time wrapping the white material over my knuckles. I should be doing this myself and yet he is doing for me. I'm the one that punched a guy and Yoongi is the one taking care of my wound. I stare at Yoongi as he continues to wrap my knuckles.

"You throw a mean right," He chuckles, looking at me.

I nod my head, not sure how I should respond. It feels a bit nice, strangely. Not the gauze but, someone being gentle with me I suppose. Why does he look so attractive? I mentally face slap myself for thinking that. The dimming sun gently faintly shines on Yoongi, giving him a calming filter glow.

"All done," Yoongi says, cutting off the excess material.

The added warmth on my hand leaves as Yoongi lets go of my hand. Who would have thought my hand could be this cold? I think, looking at my wrapped knuckles. Yoongi rolls up the little tail of gauze and puts it back into the box. I pick up the tube of ointment. I should at least help clean up, I think.

"Thank you, you didn't need to," I say, handing him the tube.

Yoongi takes the tube, "I was going to do it either way".

Yoongi gets up and walks over into my tiny kitchen area. He opens the cabinet, where I keep my medical like things. As Yoongi puts away the box of gauzes, he waves it at me showing me that it's on the first shelf. I smile at him as a 'really?' and roll my eyes looking away. I can faintly hear his laugh from the couch. Not soon after, Yoongi sits beside me. I turn my head from the window to him, giving him a small smile. Yoongi returns mine with his smile but, I can tell something is off. His eyes want to say something. I turn my whole body towards him and sit with my legs criss-crossed.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing," Yoongi replies, shrugging.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes," He says, nodding his head.

I want to know what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours, Yoongi. Yoongi bites his bottom lip and props his left arm on the couch. He rubs the back of his neck, then runs his hand through his hair. Hesitantly, I take his free hand and hold it. Yoongi looks at me with wide eyes and they soon soften. With a heavy sigh he places his other hand on top of mine. He looks down at our hands, a mellow smile forms and then leaves. His thumb gently and slowly goes side to side on the back of my hand.

"You scared me," Yoongi quietly says.

I look at Yoongi, who is still looking at our hands. I scared him? How? I wonder silently. Instead of asking him, I decide that it's better if I let him continue on.

"I was so, so worried," He adds.

"When you just got up and left, I was confused. But then I saw where you were running to and I was scared. I called out for you but you didn't seem to hear me, or you just ignored me," Yoongi says, lifting his head.

I look at him as he looks at me. The faint sunlight, brightening his deep amber eyes. I feel like I need to apologize, I made him worry about me. I need to.

"I was scared, Y/N. I didn't know what would happen and instead of pulling you out and stepping in, I froze. My mind went blank and I just stood there, calling your name," Yoongi says, his voice shaky.

"God I'm pathetic," he sighs.

For the second time today, I feel as though someone is pulling at my heart. I place my wrapped hand on top of Yoongi's, our hands playing an unaware game of Stack. What should I say? I try to come up with something to say besides an "I'm sorry". Unfortunately I can't, or not something that I think is right. I take my hand off of his and pull my other hand from under his. A disappointed like expression on Yoongi's face when I do. I pull him into a hug.

"It's okay," I tell him, rubbing my hand on his back.

I don't completely know what I am doing right now but, I need to do something. I feel Yoongi's arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him by my waist. A random bundle of shivers run through me as Yoongi rests his head on my shoulder. Deja vu from last night enters my mind, only this time I'm comforting him. I sneak my other hand to his head and gently play with his short strands of hair.

"Y/N?" Yoongi calls.

"Yes?" I answer.

Yoongi slowly pulls away and takes both of my hands, holding them carefully. Both of his thumbs running side to side on the backs of my hands. Yoongi looks at me with pleading eyes.

"Promise me you won't do something like that again?" He asks.

I sigh, "I can't".

Yoongi doesn't answer, he just stares with desperate eyes.

"I can't promise anything but, I can try," I tell him.

Yoongi exhales and softly smiles, "thank you".

I nod my head. I look down at our hands, feeling a bit happy. The sun has now set and the room is dark with barely any light. It's just the two of us in the room, with nothing else. No nagging boss, no boring meeting about what comes next, no one shouting, just quiet. I look up and so does Yoongi, the two of us making eye contact again. We smile at each other. I think I'm doing something I shouldn't. A phone ringing ruins the peacefulness, Yoongi and I both sigh. He lets go of my hands and pulls out his phone.

"It's Namjoon," He tells me, showing me his phone.

I nod for him to answer it.

"Hello," Yoongi answers.

I don't pay attention to what is said next. I play with the hem of my hoodie, thinking about what I'm feeling. It's been so long since I remember feeling something like this. This warm, fuzzy, scary, wonderful feeling that I get. What is happening? I wonder. A hand holding mine causes me to enter back into reality.

"Are you coming with me to the dorms?" Yoongi asks.

I nod my head, "No, I'm going to stay with Dae-hyun, you should get going," I say.

Yoongi nods his head, "Okay".

Yoongi leans in and places a kiss on my forehead. A gentle and soft kiss, adding more warmth to me than I need. I blink, unsure of what just happened. I already know that my cheeks are red right now. Yoongi smiles and chuckles.

"Be careful," Yoongi says, getting up from the couch.

I watch Yoongi as he gets himself ready to leave. We wave to each other before Yoongi closes my apartment door and then he leaves.

"Someone has a crush," a familiar voice says.

I turn around and see Dae-hyun with a smug expression. He walks over and plops himself on the couch.

"Tell me everything, please," He says, hugging a pillow.

A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this chapter. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Atight, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- make sure you eat food and drink water, take your medication if you need to <3