DEPEND ON ME

- in which both you and yoongi are forced to adjust when an accident leaves you unable to take care of yourself; requested by @DawnMorningGlory

Groaning rather unattractively, you roll onto your side, unintentionally moving your face into a direct stream of warm sunlight, your lips curling into a grimace as you groggily sit up and slowly begin to blink the sleep out of your eyes.

It's too early, you think bitterly to yourself, stretching your bare arms over your head as you take a deep breath.

Strangely enough, a scent quite familiar to you makes you pause in your movements, your mouth subconsciously watering as your ears pick up on the sound of your stomach growling in demand of food but not the sound of anyone cooking it.

Despite knowing that the house is empty, you smile and scramble out of bed, rushing through your morning routine to make it to the kitchen before the hot plate of food you know is waiting for you gets cold.

You giggle happily as you approach the kitchen counter, eyes widening at the sight of a still steaming plate of fried rice and post it note awaiting your arrival. Humming softly to yourself out of habit to fill in the silence, you pluck the note of the side of the plate and read through it with your bottom lip fondly in between your teeth.

Hey, baby. Had to leave early for rehearsal so I'll see you when you get home from work tonight. Make sure you eat all of the food, okay? Love you
- Yoongi

With a lick of your lips, you excitedly spoon feed yourself one bite before jogging off to get ready for work, not forgetting to thank god once again for blessing you with a boyfriend that can cook.

Eventually, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror, pulling the last button through its small hole with a satisfied sigh, your hands habitually reaching up to fluff up your strands, throwing your reflection a wink of approval.

As it always does, your gaze drifts to the framed photograph you have of you and Yoongi resting on the bedside table, his hand in yours as you blush a mad red, eyes locked on his instead of the camera or even the new gold band on your finger.

You sigh longingly as you realise that was probably one of the few times that you and Yoongi could actually go out together.

With Yoongi and his band topping the charts almost every week and you running a very successful fashion business, it's become quite impossible to find time to be alone with each other if you exclude the brief conversations the two of you manage to have before bed, but what matters more to you is the fact that the both of you make it work.

You both love each other more than anything else; he's the thing that keeps you going and you're his source of energy.

Blowing the frame a kiss, you rush over to the plate of fried rice and carelessly shovel whatever you can into your mouth before making your leave, rolling your eyes when you notice that your car keys are missing from their holder.

"Could've told me first," you chuckle, switching your heels out for more comfortable ones for your walk to the office.

With a grin, you step out into perfect spring air, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips at the way the sun's rays of soft light bathe your skin in warmth while the slow breeze runs its hand through your cascade of hair.

You can't help but hum to yourself as you begin walking.

After no more than at least forty minutes of walking, you make it to the busy intersection that will lead you to your building. Today, however, appears to be an exception as, either way you turn, there are no cars to be seen

Deciding not to dwell on such a trivial matter, you hike your bag up your shoulder and check both sides of the road before crossing.

You hear the squeal of tires before you see the car speeding down the road beside you, there being no time for you to even let out a scream by the time the car makes contact with your side.

You grunt as you skid across the rough tarmac of the road, skin stinging as it's ripped into and grazed. Your middle burns and your eyes well with tears as they roll to the back of your head, descending you into a bottomless pit of darkness.

Yoongi pants heavily as the music slows to a stop, his skin damp with sweat as his loose shirt begins to stick to his chest, body begging him to take a break.

Luckily for him, the choreographer thinks the same.

"Guys, take five. Great work today," he smiles warmly, turning to talk quietly to Hoseok about any adjustments that need to be made to the routine. Yoongi, not wanting to waste any second, rushes over to grab his water bottle from the table, glancing over at his phone to see that he's missed several phone calls from you.

Furrowing his brows, he catches Namjoon's attention and tilts his head in the direction of the door to let him know that he's gonna step out for a few minutes. The leader nods and offers him a tired smile, turning his attention back to Jungkook who animatedly runs through a story about something from earlier in the day.

Chuckling, Yoongi slips out otherwise unnoticed and redials your number, tapping his foot impatiently against the tiles as the ringing slowly begins to get on his nerves.

Finally, the line clicks to life with a single question that sends his heart plummeting; "Hello, is this Mr Min Yoongi?"

Barely even a few minutes pass before he's sprinting back into the dance room, startling everyone as they take in his shaking, breathless and pale form.

"Someone drive me to the hospital. Y/N's in there," he urgently chokes out, the tears already dropping onto his shoes.

The drive to the hospital is one that's heightened by the fear coursing through his body but he focuses on Jin's shaking hand in his as the older speeds through the traffic, reassuring him with sweet nothings that fly in one ear and out the other but he's more than grateful that he at least has someone with him now.

God knows what could've happened if he went by himself.

Before Jin can even turn the car's ignition off, Yoongi throws himself out of the vehicle, stumbling across the car park as he races for the hospital's entrance, feeling a little more at ease when he feels his hyung eventually jog up to his side and once again wrap his hand around the trembling younger's, leading him into the building.

The receptionist looks startled when he approaches the desk but offers him a sympathetic look when she notices the bloodshot state of his eyes.

"Where is Min Y/N?" he demands, nervously tapping his fingers on the counter as she searches through the computer. Finally, she rattles off a bunch of numbers and Jin just has enough time to thank her before he's being dragged down the halls, rushing to remind Yoongi to stay calm.

A doctor exits the room just as the two approach, gasping when he is grabbed by the shoulders and squeezed.

"Where is Y/N?" Yoongi croaks, loosening his grip apologetically when the doctor clears his throat.

"Please calm down, Mr Min," the doctor finally smiles, patting the worried male of the shoulder reassuringly. "We've just sent her in for surgery on her leg but other than that, she only has a few broken ribs and some bruises. She was extremely lucky to have made it out with only those injuries."

Yoongi's sigh of relief takes the pressure off of his shoulders as he sinks down a little but he keeps his piercing gaze locked on the doctor's eyes. "What happened to her?"

"A car accident," the doctor murmurs, not even noticing the way Yoongi stiffens as he recalls the feeling, one that he knows all too well, of having your heart stop within the very few milliseconds before the car hits you.

Even now his heartbeat falters at the thought of you, the one thing he treasures so dearly, going through something like that.

"Will she be okay?" Jin speaks up, immediately placing an arm around Yoongi's waist at the sight of him suddenly looking so pale.

"She will be," the doctor smiles, "it's just going to take time and she's going to need a lot of help."

Jin offers the doctor a quiet thank you and turns to embrace Yoongi fully into his arms just as the younger starts bawling, his hands desperately latching onto whatever material of Jin's shirt is loose enough to pull.

"Everything is going to be okay," Jin whispers against the cool skin of Yoongi's shoulder, his own eyes pricking with tears at the heartbreaking sounds of Yoongi's sniffles and whimpers. "I'll talk to Namjoon and get him to ask the managers to give you some time off to take care of Y/N until she's better, okay? We'll all be here for the both of you too."

Yoongi closes his eyes, Jin's words and warmth enough to calm him down from his anxiety filled high. He thinks of how terrified you must've been when the car hit you and how much pain you must've been when they brought you in. He even thinks of how you had no-one by your side to hold your hand.

With his lips pressed together in determination, he swears that he's not going to leave your side until you're better.

*

Exaggeratedly sighing, Yoongi sits himself down beside you on the couch slowly, habitually resting his head on your shoulder as you very cautiously shift on the material to get yourself comfortable. Smiling fondly at the way you still smell like his vanilla body wash even after spending a good three weeks at the hospital, he rolls his head over and presses a tender kiss to the base of your neck.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

You can't help but allow your lips to stretch out into a shy grin, suddenly hissing when you move your leg over a little to the side. Yoongi pushes himself off with a frown, looking you in the eye before angrily muttering something about being stupid as he runs through the house, leaving you to wonder what's gotten into him.

Eventually, he returns with a small pillow from your room, gently easing it underneath the leg you have propped up on the coffee table, glancing at you with his chocolate eyes that drown in warm pools of concern. "Better?"

You nod gratefully, watching as he takes a seat beside you once again but avoids letting himself touch you.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I shouldn't have taken the car that day or I should've waited until you got up to drop you off at work."

With a shake of your head and a pout, you latch onto his hand and massage it like you do when he gets cramps from writing lyrics all day long in his studio. "It's not your fault, okay?"

He looks over his shoulder to meet your affectionate gaze with his apologetic one, his features softening when you shoot him a little smile, that smile only growing as he guides your hand up to his lips so he can press a lingering kiss to your knuckles.

"I'll get started on lunch."

A few hours after lunch in which you spent most of the time reminiscing on how much you missed Yoongi's cooking while in the hospital, the two of you are enjoying a movie like you normally would if fate allowed the two of you to share a day off together.

Yoongi's head rests in your lap, his eyes slowly beginning to droop closed as you soothingly run your fingers through his hair, looking down to admire just how pretty he looks when he's sleepy.

Then, out of nowhere, you have the urge to pee.

You stiffen and begin to internally scold yourself for drinking too much water during lunch while trying to think of ways you can go to the bathroom without causing a mess and hurting yourself; however, that all seems highly impossible as you're not even sure if you can stand by yourself.

But, most importantly, you don't want to ask for help.

Yoongi's been running after you ever since you woke up in the hospital and it'd kill you to be the one to tire him out when he already has a lot that he needs to work on. After all, if you were like this before you met Yoongi, then you would've had to do it yourself.

"Y/N, you alright? Need anything?" Yoongi mumbles tiredly as he sits up, his hair slightly disheveled from the way you carded through it.

"No, I'm okay," you reassure, acting as if everything is normal as you grab onto the side of the couch and try to push yourself up, only to cry out in pain when you stumble and instinctively put pressure onto your injured leg to balance yourself.

Yoongi jolts at the sound and immediately stands to stable you with his hands on your waist, his breathing heavy as he lets you lean on him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he breathlessly chides, his hands trembling against your sides.

"I'm fine, Yoongi," you sigh exasperatedly, "just let—"

"No," he states bluntly, "I told you that I'd take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Yoongi," you huff, gently batting your fists against his chest, "I can do this one thing myself."

He goes to say something else, perhaps something to argue further against you, but his gaze travels to your legs, noticing immediately the way you clench your thighs together.

"Bathroom?" he questions with realisation making his eyes sparkle and glisten adorably in the soft light. Your cheeks heat up as a whine falls from your lips at the way a quiet laugh bubbles out of Yoongi's throat, his hands loving as he runs them gently up and down your sides, the gesture comforting you while you drop your gaze down shamefully to your feet.

"Baby," he hums, cradling you a little closer to his chest, "I've seen you naked many times before, I'm sure I can help you in the bathroom."

You whine even louder in embarrassment as attempts to coo in between hearty chuckles, lowering himself to hook his arm beneath your legs and carry you bridal style to the bathroom.

Placing you carefully onto the tiles of the bathroom, he carefully helps you slide your shorts over your cast and respectfully turns for you to continue with the rest. You bite your lip in embarrassment as you go through with your business, tears beginning to sting at the corner of your eyes.

You groan as you manage to pull your shorts up on your own and lean over to wash your hands, eventually humming to signal your finish. He offers you a proud smile, his small hands latching onto the drawstrings of your shorts, busying himself with tying them securely as he picks up on your sour mood.

"I know that you're capable of doing things on your own," he starts softly, pecking the very edge of your rounded lips, "but, sometimes, it's okay to ask for help. That doesn't make you weak or anything, it makes you human."

You whimper.

"So, while you're getting better, please depend on me," he finishes, welcoming the way you cup his cheeks and guide his lips to meet yours, the tears finally dropping onto your cheeks.

*

A few weeks have passed since the accident and it'd be an understatement for you to say that your time spent cooped up with Yoongi at home has been enjoyable. In fact, you had to force yourself to stop wishing for it to never end but, of course, as the days went by, your condition got better and better.

Now, you're able to walk around the house by yourself and, thankfully, go to the bathroom by yourself but Yoongi still insists that he help you with things like showers and going down the stairs.

Either way, Yoongi has been beyond supportive through it all.

The only downside to it all is that the company heard news of your steady recovery and asked Yoongi to come back into work. With reassurance from you after listening to him argue on the phone with the managers, he reluctantly left you this morning with a chaste kiss and a reminder to call him if you need anything, even if it's just to talk.

You giggle to yourself at the thought and spoon another bite of ice cream into your mouth, directing your attention back to the drama playing on your TV; however, you soon begin to feel the familiar churn of your stomach and the soaking of an area down below.

With a startled yelp, you push yourself to stand, carelessly allowing your bowl of ice cream to fall from your grip as your eyes widen at the sight of red seeping through your sweatpants.

Panicked, you do your very best to hobble to the bathroom, snatching your phone from the other side of the couch along the way. All that stands in your way are the stairs that Yoongi has to help you walk up. Gritting your teeth and cursing under your breath, you begin to climb them, thinking that you'll make it to the top with no problem but you manage to jolt your leg at an odd angle on the last few steps and end up in the bathroom with a throbbing leg, tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes.

Finding it harder to breathe, you whimper to yourself and pull open the small cabinet doors, groaning in frustration when you can't find pads or tampons. Not only that but you need to get cleaned up and there's no way you're going to be able to do it yourself.

You don't want to disturb Yoongi while he's at rehearsals but he told you to call him if you need anything and that it's okay to depend on him. Stifling an embarrassed sob, you lean against the sink with a heavy breath and dial his number before you chicken out and risk hurting yourself even more, your hand shakily reaching up to catch the tears that fall onto your cheeks.

"Y/N, you okay?" you hear the minute the line clicks to life, Yoongi's calm and familiar voice already easing out some of your headache inducing thoughts.

"Yoongi," you cry out in sheer relief, gripping onto the edge of the marble as his worried responses follow your cries.

"Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" he rambles, the background noise of the call indicating to you that he just walked out of the studio, his manager's yells apparent even when muffled.

"No and yes," you sniffle, pinching at your skin in guilt of pulling him away for something this stupid. "I got my period, have no pads and I twisted my leg while trying to rush into the bathroom."

Yoongi pauses for a few seconds, your own eyes closing at the sound of his soft breathing before he eventually lets out a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, baby," he hums in reassurance. "Are you in the bathroom?"

You whine out a pathetic sounding 'yes' and pinch tighter at your arm, suppressing your hiss by biting onto your lip.

"Okay, good girl. Wait there and I'll be home in ten minutes," he rushes before hanging up the phone after you thank him and leaving you to cry by yourself in the numbing cold of the bathroom.

True to his word, you hear the front door close ten minutes later, his footsteps becoming louder as he runs to get to you. Eventually, he breathlessly swings the door open with a small plastic bag of painkillers and pads.

Smiling sympathetically, he helps you swallow some of the painkillers before helping you out of your pants, running to change them for some new ones before coming back to help you stand. You place your hands on his shoulders and he cups your waist, searching your eyes as you hesitantly look up at him.

"Shower, please," you whisper, squeezing his left shoulder as he chuckles softly, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Have a bath today," he murmurs, "you look like you're about to fall."

You agree tiredly and rest your head against his chest as he begins to draw you a warm bath, his hands gentle as he soon helps you out of your shirt and then lowers you into the water, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head before running out again.

You wash yourself clean and spend some time just allowing the water to heat up your skin before you call for Yoongi to come back in. He's still smiling when he walks back in with one of his hoodies, placing it on the edge of the sink with the other clothes he brought you before very carefully helping you stand and dry off.

With yet another kiss on the forehead, he turns around as you get ready, humming softly under his breath before you tap his back to get his attention. Grinning, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you down the stairs, peppering your face with butterfly kisses as you giggle at the feeling and when he sits you on the couch, you realise that he cleaned up all the ice cream.

"I got you more snacks," he grins cheekily, handing you a packet of your favourite chips, "and I demanded the rest of the week off so I'm home with you."

You can't help but smile gratefully and affectionately at him, making grabby hands at him, looking over at him fondly when he takes a seat beside you and tucks you into his side.

"I love you," you murmur, "and thank you for taking care of me."

"You're welcome," he returns before carding his fingers through your soft hair, "and I love you more."