↳ ❝🍓 [chapter 08] ¡! ❞🚬

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. Yoongi what happened?" Eva nearly tripped over herself attempting to get back to Yoongi. Panic overtook every facet of her being. She was breathless, hands trembling as she returned to the bloody man who had sprawled himself across her couch with his head tilted back. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the bleeding which simultaneously got blood on his face.

"I tripped." Obvious lie but Eva chose not to question it.

Eva gently pets her own head, trying to calm herself so she could figure out the best way to handle this. Yoongi didn't seem severely injured. The only part of him bleeding was his nose but she couldn't be exactly sure there weren't any internal injuries that needed to be looked at.

"Okay," she soothed her hands over her head one more time. "I'm gonna call 911 so we can get some hel-" Eva went to go grab her phone but Yoongi's hand shot out and took her wrist in his grasp to stop her. He sat up and shook his head. "No, no police, no ambulance. I'll be fine, just get some wet towels, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, and some ice." He leaned back against the couch, once again out of breath.

Eva shot up and went to go get everything he told her to. She told herself that she should call on professionals to help him, but she knew if she did, Yoongi would end up in a lot of shit. He was a gangster, the moment they treat him he'll be put into police custody. He seemed to be very calm as if this has happened before. He knew exactly what he needed.

Eva felt her heart crack a little.

She ran through her house, collecting everything he needed before diligently returning to him. Eva sat down beside him, haphazardly tossing everything on the coffee table, and took the wet washcloth to clean him up. She reached out carefully and turned his head to the side so that she could wipe away the blood from his face and hands.

She was close, maybe too close, kneeling on the cushion beside him while dabbing away at the blood on his face. Her eyes meticulously searched his face, always coming to meet his gaze before sheepishly darting away. The sweet scent of her perfume infiltrated his nostrils with the sweet smell of floral mixed with a hint of vanilla. She comforted him without even saying a word.

"Is this your blood?" Eva grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his bloody hand to his face. She watched him shake his head side to side. It was someone else's and the thought of what he did terrified her. "In self-defense?" To her relief, Yoongi nodded.

"Can you please tell me what happened?" Eva's voice was a ghostly whisper. She used the towel to clean his hand before the blood could dry. He'd have to wash his hands to get the blood from under his nails. The corners of his lips turned upwards for a moment. "It's nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, angel." She didn't need to know the gory details, nor did she need to feel bad or think she need to feel guilty.

His nicknames for her were endearing and Eva's never felt so fortunate to have dark skin. The low, gravelly tone of his voice only added to the impact of it. Eva ran the wet towel over his thin, pouty lips and chin, cleaning up the last remaining streaks of blood on him.

"Please, Yoongi?" She went and grabbed the bottle of alcohol along with some Q-Tips and cotton pads. His voice grew hard, stern, ending this conversation faster than it hard started. "Leave it, Angel. I won't tell you again." Eva clammed up, remaining silent as she pressed the alcohol-soaked Q-Tip to his busted lip.

Yoongi flinched, hissing in pain while Eva apologized for hurting him. Her brows pulled together with worry as she cleaned his wounds. How could she look so pretty while looking so distressed? He didn't like being the cause of her distress.

"I'm sorry." He groaned softly as he shifted, clutching his side which stings with the pain of blunt force trauma. "I shouldn't have come here and made you worry like this." She was just minding her own business before he came to her doorstep in blood. But she accepted him and rushed him into her home without hesitation. For all she knew, he could have been on a killing spree and she was his next victim.

No, Yoongi didn't like imagining that. He could never hurt her. She was too pure, too good.

Eva quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's okay. I'm glad you came, you probably would've passed out somewhere out there. I'd rather you come here than find yourself in a bathtub with your kidneys missing."

Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle but the moment he did, he the out a pained groan.

Eva was once again filled with worry. She carefully reached forward and placed her hands on the sides of his torso, lightly feeling against his ribs. "Do they feel broken?" She was feeling for any abnormalities but she wasn't even sure what she was looking for. Her mom was the doctor, not her. She was just a girl who worked at the community center as a part-time nurse.

Yoongi grumbled lowly. He shook his head. "No, they're just bruised." He knew what broken ribs felt like, this wasn't it. That was a whole new level of pain.

He sat up slowly. "Can you help me take off my jacket? It's hot in here." He began slowly shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders to get it off. Eva helped him, pulling it off of him gently so she didn't hurt him until she completely got it off. She took it and folded it over the armrest.

"Just relax. I was just in the middle of making dinner too. Chicken Alfredo and garlic bread." She told him, standing up. "Lemme make you a plate." Eva walked away into the kitchen to get Yoongi some food. He settled back down against the couch and relaxed. He felt comfortable here with her warm, sweet scent staining everything around him. It was like a home he never had. He's never felt so safe sitting idle. There was a constant need to be in the moved to never be found in one place. The longer he stayed in one place, the faster danger began to loom over him.

But he felt safe just sitting here with Eva.

Eva came back with a plate piled with food and carefully set it down in front in front of him. She placed the plate on her lap and gathered some food on the fork. Yoongi shook his head, embarrassed by the idea of her feeding him like he's some toddler. "No, I got it." But the moment he lifted his arm to take it from her, he groaned painfully.

"You were saying?" Eva snickered childishly, lifting the fork to his lips for him to eat. "It isn't like anyone is watching you. It's just me and you." It's just them. She wouldn't make fun of him for needing help. Needing help was okay, you didn't have to be strong all the time.

Yoongi reluctantly opened his mouth and let her feed him. Her cooking was delicious, just like always, and seemed to heal Yoongi from the inside out. She was gentle with him, caring, offering kindness and intimacy he's been a stranger to for years.

She was concerning herself too much with him. Eva didn't seem intent on eating anything. "Are you not eating. You need to eat, angel." He tried to take the plate from her again and shoo her off so she feeds herself. He wasn't worth her neglecting her own needs.

Eva perked up as if pulled out of a trance. She looked at him with wide eyes and then shook her head. "I lost my appetite, but it's okay. I'll eat something later." She assured him that she wouldn't go the night without eating something to ease his worries.

Eva continued to feed him diligently until everything on his plate was gone including the garlic bread which he heavily insisted on eating himself.

"Thank you." He spoke politely, making the motions to stand up and take his plate to the sink. It was the least he could do, she fed him after all. Eva was swift to stop him. "No, stop, what are you doing? I've got it." She took the plate from his hands and forced him to sit back down. "I don't want you to get yourself hurt even more. Just stay still...please." Her voice went soft with plead. She didn't want him to somehow hurt himself even more or worsen an injury previously there.

Yoongi decided to do as she asked to prevent from adding on to her stress. He let her take his plate to the kitchen and listened as she turned on the water and began to do the dishes. His eyes fluttered to a close and he listened to the sound of glass meeting glass and metal utensils clanking together.

There's a rhythm to it just as there's a rhythm in everything, footsteps on the pavement, the flickering of his lighter, everything has a rhythm and Eva's rhythm nearly sends Yoongi into a state of unconsciousness. Not sleep, just...gone, lost between the thin veil between awake and not. He was tired though, really to just fall asleep right here, but he should get home before he did fall away.

Yoongi groaned out as he shuffled to the edge of the couch and began to lift himself up despite all the pain. He used the arm of the couch to help him to his feet as he took his jacket to put it back on.

"Yoongi! No, where are you going." Eva ran back over to him. Was he trying to hurt himself?

"I need to head home." He murmured softly. He tried to get past her but Eva stood in his way. "Please don't, Yoongi. You'll end up getting yourself killed." Her hands came to his firm chest, pushing only slightly so as to not cause him pain.

"Just...stay here for the night." Eva offered. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing with anxious worry. She couldn't look at him. "Please."

There's a softness in her voice that makes Yoongi weak. So sweet, like her iconic scent of strawberries. He knew she wanted the best for him at this moment and it would be better if he just remained here for the night to rest rather than exert himself to his limits.

So he sat back down and kicked his shoes off to the side before carefully turning to lay down on the couch. He lied his head against the cushion-y arm and kicked his feet up on the other end.

"You don't need to sleep on the couch. You should take my bed. I can sleep out here." Eva would feel awful if she made him sleep on her little couch while injured. She was too selfless for her own good.

"I'm fine right here, angel. Just go to bed." Yoongi's grave voice came back, weighing down with sleepiness. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his sharp eyes closed with a gentle flutter. His fluffy, snow-white hair curtained over his soft eyes.

Eva decided that the best she could do for him was to stop bothering him and let the poor man sleep. He needed it.

So she sighed. "Good night, Yoongi. If you need anything my room is the last door at the end of the hall upstairs." She spoke softly. Yoongi only grunted in response, too tired to open his mouth and produce much beyond a yawn, stretching out slowly like a cat before settling down carefully.

Eva turned off all the lights downstairs and made her way upstairs to get ready for bed and head to sleep.

Yoongi lay in the darkness, slowly beginning to drift away to sleep with his jacket under his head as a makeshift pillow. The only thing that really prevented him from falling asleep was this persisting heat plaguing his body.

Sweat was forming on his hairline and the stickiness of perspiration made it impossible to sleep. Half asleep and drowning in sweat, Yoongi sat up and pulled off his shirt to get more ventilation. He fell back to the couch and seemingly passed out against the couch with his shirt on the floor.

And finally, he could rest with the sweet comfort of Eva surrounding him.

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

I actually decided to split this chapter into two because it was like- 4000 words 💀💀💀

While I was writing this I was watching Everything Everywhere All At Once and I honestly didn't expect to cry. I thought it was just gonna be a silly, goofy movie, and it was, but it was also so fucking beautiful and profound.

Definitely recommend if you haven't watched it.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

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~Kay (ノ^_^)ノ