- yoongi pov -

All I could hear was silence.

I glance up to the glass watching Namjoon and taehyung press themselves against it crying their eyes out.

I let my tears slip from my eyes, a nurse pushes me away making me let go of y/n's hand and step back a bit tumbling a little.

While they begin to rub the two electric blocks together and press them on her chest resuscitating her.

I couldn't bare to watch but I couldn't look away either Incase she woke up!

Another doctor stitching up the wound as another keeps checking for pulse and breathing.

Each nurse flying around the room in havoc, each one speaking to each other in some sort of super speedy language.

I cover my mouth with my hand feeling my own heart stop, I clench the apron around my heart and begin to choke on my own air crying my heart out.

I said don't leave me!

Don't leave me!

I beg of you!

I still haven't told you!

I watch in horror and almost slow motion the doctors and nurses try everything to bring my y/n back.

Please y/n!

...

I love you!

..........

Y/n!

.......beep!.......beep!......beep!.....

I open my eyes in shock and overwhelming with tears as I slowly see the line on the heart rate monitor shoot up and down.

I take no time to rush to her side again taking her hand in mine and holding it to my heaving chest.

My heart beating rapidly as I just look down at her each tear holding so much emotion.

I squeeze her hand, dearly hoping she'll squeeze it back.

"Sweetie she's still under anaesthetic..." a nurse pats me on the shoulder before comfortingly rubbing my back before giving the other doctors and nurses some comfort.

Watching the surgeon do his work even quicker than before but not any less effort and accuracy than before.

Again shifting my eyes to the glass see Taehyung trying to calm down Namjoon who looks like he's been sick three times over and is still bawling his eyes out.

My ears being filled again with clapping as the surgeon then takes his gloves off after checking the current X-ray over and over for any more signs of the poison.

A small bottle of liquid that insanely resembles water is carefully placed into a box where it is then clipped and sealed and taken away on a separate tray.

Nurses try to pry my hands away from y/n's hand but I shake my head not budging an inch.

They just smile and then help each other lift y/n onto a bed slowly covering his with a sheet and dragging me along with them as we all slowly exit the operation room.

Namjoon and taehyung quickly chase after me as I hop along the side of the bed still clasping my hand in hers.

We hurriedly enter the room where the four other boys shoot up and bow at the nurses as the push y/n's bed against a wall hooking her up to an IV tube and adding more tubes and wires to monitor certain things.

I take my hat and mask of slowly getting rid of all the coverage I had on in the operation room, returning back to y/n's side once more holding her hand ever so dearly.

Hoseok slowly walks over and rubs my back comfortingly before sitting next to me and continuing to rub my back.

We all have our eyes fixed on her soundly sleeping body.

Only to hope she wakes up soon.

— your pov —

You felt a warmth on your hand slowly becoming conscious of your surroundings.

You can't feel any light through your eyes as you open them our met with pure darkness and the small silhouettes of rectangles shapes and weird squishy blocks attached to long standing poles.

As your eyes sight adjusts you begin to recognise the little cabinet and IV drip.

You slowly turn your head to where you can feel the warmth on your hand, turning your head with all the energy you have left you glance to the boy who's milky skin reflects the moons light on his cheeks, how his eyes shimmer as his gaze focuses on the moon and how his slender arms link to the hand that is holding yours ever so delicately.

You breathe out slowly trying not to over push yourself, saving the energy in what you have left in you.

"Yoongi...?" You exhale.

His head whipping around, his glistening teary eyes meeting your own and his hand softly squeezing yours.

You don't hesitate to squeeze his hand back, smiling.

"H-hey.." he stutters trying to contain the sea of tears inside himself, "don't move to much...you must feel so weak.." he says, pulling the chair closer to you as he rests his elbows on the bed.

You give him a slight nod.

"You haven't let go of my hand have you..?" You smirk slightly joking with him, to lighten up the mood.

He scoffs slightly letting out a little breathily snicker before squeezing your hand again, "I held it the second I was allowed in the operation room." He states looking up to you sheepishly.

You smile but your smile fades away as you pull and confused look, "what time is it?" You choke out trying to sit up.

He jumps up and lays you back down,grabbing the remote to move your bed up so you can sit up.

You watch as he pulls out his phone from his pocket struggling with one hand.

"It's...5:57 am..." he yawns before shoving his phone back into his jeans.

"Have you not slept?" You shockingly gasp only to be returned with a chuckle.

"Hospital chairs aren't the most comfortable things..." he says sarcastically making you smile a little.

You slowly squeeze his hand and let go making him frown a little as you do, but you only gather up all your strength and move your body over a bit creating a bit of space for him.

He shakes his head, "it's alright I want you to be as comfortable as possible..." he sleepily sighs.

You shake your head, "if you don't join me up here then I'm joining you down there." You threaten.

Your eyes piercing into his, he only scoffs, "y'know I wouldn't mind having you cuddle into my lap.." he flirts, smirking at you.

You turn your head away from him, "forget it. I'll just take up this whole bed for myself and I'll never ever share with you again." You glare at him playfully. "Ever" you exaggerate.

He quickly hops onto the bed joining you with his innocent gummy smile.

You giggle and smile at him feeling your own heart begin to beat rapidly.

"Where are the rest of the boys..?" You question taking your mind away from how close you two are now.

He avoids your gaze as well before answering you, "they..er went home since only one of us can accompany you.." he speaks softly looking outside the window again.

"...how come I'm the only person in this room..that's ill?" You question.

"Oh, that's because of safety..your joined to us so putting you in a public room would only cause havoc and theories between fans." He says, scaring you a little.

You begin to remember why your here in the first place, your drink..

You have a vision remembering yourself coughing and gasping for air.

You feel your cheeks become wet as tears rolls down them, your last memory seeing the face of satisfaction of coco, and the concerned face of Jungkook and yoongi.

"Y-yoongi..." you cough up through your cries, grabbing ahold of his jacket tightly and shoving your face into the side of his shoulder whimpering.

He shifts around the bed and you feel his arms lift you onto his chest, his secure loving arms wrap around you as his hand slowly strokes your hair playing with it, running his hands through it.

"It's okay...it's all okay.." he sighs rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Coco...sh-She She was there..." you squeak out.

He softly nods, "I know...it's okay.., as long as your safe in my arms she won't ever get to you...alright?" He sternly but kindly says.

You nod against his chest calming down your crying.

"Y/n..." you hear him whisper your name making you look up to him slightly lifting yourself up off his chest.

"I love you. I really do." He softly hums staring right into your eyes.

Your heart flutters making the butterflies in your stomach burst with excitement and happiness.

You can't help but smile, and this time, you lean in an peck him on the lips gently.

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This chapter nearly made me cry, oh my gosh I'm so emotional!

Anyways hope you enjoyed this chapter and by reading your comments and things I have concluded that the favour is in yoongis hands but I will give Hoseok a little ending for all the people who favour hobi.

THIS IS NOT THE END

I REPEAT

NOT THE END.

There is a lot more to go though my friends :3

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