Jungkook's POV-

"The things I do for you." I hear Yoongi grumble beside me for the tenth time.

"I know! You love me so much don't you Yooni." I say as I scrunch my nose with a big smile. "Besides, you've been complaining about your shoulder and this is going to be great for that."

When I got released from the hospital after waking up one of the things the doctor ordered was for me to see a Physical Therapist a few times per week to help strengthen my muscles as my body had some experienced atrophy while I was out.

At one of my appointments with him Tae brought up the pool in our building and asked if that is something I could do on my own since I get so bored sitting around in the apartment all day.

The therapist agreed that would be a good option for me to do along with the scheduled sessions with him and gave me a chart of exercises I can do on my own, which I have now memorized.

Since then, I have been coming up to the pool at least once a day whether it be for ten minutes or thirty.

I'm not supposed to do much of any other strength training until the therapist gives the go ahead but for now this is all I can do to satisfy my fitness fix.

Yoongi doesn't like to swim so usually I would wait for Tae to come with me, but I haven't seen him. Today I asked Yoongi and to my surprise after only a little sulking and pleading on my part, he agreed.

"I've been doing just fine thank you very much." He says while shooting me a bitter glare.

I send him a smirk as I take a step closer to him and reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough for me to run my fingers lightly across his velvety soft skin.

I'm admiring his face as I glide my fingers over him, watching closely as he close his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again to look back at me.

"This is not fair. Why can't I say no to you." He says with a slight pout.

My God those lips. I can't get enough of them.

I lean forward and gently touch my nose with his as I whisper, "You've said no to me plenty of times. You haven't let me do anything I've wanted to do to you since I got back. I think you owe me." I say before I place a soft kiss on his perfect pout while continuing to caress his skin.

He immediately responds and brings a hand up to tangle his fingers in my hair as the other grips my forearm. I grab his waist a little tighter and walk him back against the wall of lockers behind him.

He moans into my mouth at the impact and I press my hips into his as I bring my hands further up his torso.

Suddenly he brings his hand that was gripping my arm down around my waist to my lower back and pulls me into his pelvis more as he thrusts forward into me.

I gasp at the unexpected gesture and he enters his tongue into my mouth and starts tangling it with mine.

We continue our impromptu make out session for a few minutes before he brings the hand that was tugging and combing through my hair to my chest to push me back gently before looking up at me with an intense stare. As we hold eye contact we are both trying to steady our breathing, the tips of our noses brushing with every exhale.

"The doctor said to avoid any overly strenuous activity. I know you and I know me. No matter what you say, we will not be able to stop once we start and we will get carried away. Strenuous Activity is an extremely mild way to put what would inevitably happen." He says as he eyes my lips before they come back up to meet mine. "Now, you talked me into swimming so that is what we are going to do."

I place one more slow kiss on his lips before I pull away and nod. "Okay."

I take a step back and move my hands that are still under his shirt back to the hem and tug it up slightly.

"Arms up." I smirk.

He rolls his eyes but does as he's told. Once the shirt is off I toss it in the open locker a little ways down on my right before looking back to him and lifting my arms, signaling him to return the favor and undress me.

He hooks his thumbs under the bottom of the shirt and drags his palms up my torso slowly before lifting it over my head.

He steps towards me and turns his body slightly the throw the shirt in our locker before looking back at me. "Okay brat, let's get this over with."

I reach my hand out for him to take and lead him to the showers so we can rinse off before heading to the lap pool.

We are in the shower for a few more minutes then necessary due to me making another attempt to convince him to let us go a little further than just making out, before he shoots me down again and we finally make it out to the pool.

I do the opposite of what the sign says and dive in, not head first of course as I would like to not break my neck today, but enough to break the surface tension and get the shock of the cold water hitting my skin over with.

Yoongi on the other hand lowers himself into the water going exactly as fast as you'd expect him to. Once he's in he swims to me rather quickly and I wrap my arms around him as I turn us around in circles.

"You really do know how to swim. All this time I thought those stories of swimming in Hawaii were just an attempt to impress me." I tease.

He scoffs. "Yes I can swim fine, it's just not my thing. And I didn't need to impress you. You said yourself, bragged about it even, that you liked me before you even met me in person."

"Okay okay, jeez." I chuckle. "You're right. I did already like you."

He returns my smile as he tightens his arms around my neck.

"Thank you for coming with me today Yooni." I smile as I spin us around again slowly.

"Anything for you, love."

...

We ended up spending about thirty minutes swimming, then after I was tired of Yoongi's annoyed huffs and grumbling we got out and ended up walking around the outdoor patio area for a while before coming back to the apartment.

We were gone a little longer than we had planned and Yoongi had left his phone downstairs because it needed to charge.

It wasn't until today when he was bitching about possibly needing a new phone because the battery life was so bad in his current one that I really thought about that fact that I don't have one.

When I asked about if he had mine somewhere he said it was broken just before my accident. That's one of the things I don't remember the details of, but he went ahead and got online to buy one the second I asked earlier and they should be getting delivered later today.

It hasn't been that much of an issue not having one though. I only had about ten contacts that I actually had reason to stay in touch with anyway and my main ones were Yoongi and Tae, but I see them everyday. I would hardly ever need to call or text them.

Speaking of Tae, it's strange that we still haven't seen him yet today. It's almost six now. We haven't seen or heard from Chanyeol either. I think the last I saw him was yesterday afternoon. I wonder if Yoongi has heard from either of them.

Yoongi went to the kitchen where his phone was plugged in when we got here and I came into our room to shower and change.

When I finished showering I threw on some sweats and a t-shirt and was on my way to find him to ask if he's heard from either of the two when I heard him speaking passionately from the kitchen.

I stopped just around the corner from the room and I can hear him more clearly now. He's on the phone and he sounds concerned and very angry.

"What do you mean he went to see her?! Why the fuck would he do that!"

He pauses before yelling out. "That little shit is the one that told me to worry about her and he's just going to waltz into her place and have a chat?"

It's silent again.

"I do trust him, but if she did that to you what is she going to do to him, Yeol. What is he thinking."

I tip toe around the corner and see him standing with his back against the counter, facing outward towards the living room.

I make my way around the island to lean against it across from him.

His eyes are looking at me full of worry as he speaks into the receiver.

"I know. I'm sure he has a plan, I just don't like it. I don't trust her."

He nods a few times.

"Okay. Please send me Suho's address. And tell Tae to call me if or when you hear from him."

He sighs. "Yes. Thank you Yeol. And I'm so sorry this has happened."

He lowers the phone from his ear and sets it back on the counter behind him before he walks forward to me. He turns to stand beside me and places his head on my shoulder.

"What's happened? Are they okay?"

He hesitates before answering.

"Irene showed up at the campus with a few guys and they jumped Yeol. She wanted answers and tried to beat them out of him. When he didn't give her anything they left him there."

I step forwards and turn so I am facing him. "Oh my God! Is Chanyeol okay? Do we need to go to the hospital? Is he at the hospital? Oh my God!"

He lets out a sigh. "Yeol is fine considering. He has a few cracked ribs, both eyes are black and he has bruises all over but he says he is okay. He is at his friend Suho's house currently and is probably going to stay there for a few days before he goes back to the dorms."

He raises his head as he continues to stare forward. "To be honest, Yeol is not the one I'm worried about."

"Tae? I heard you say his name. He isn't hurt is he? What did she do to him?!"

"It's not what she has done, it's what he has. He's on his way to her place to talk to her."

"WHAT?!"