#lilysilver

“What is it, Min Ji?” Yoongi asked in a softer tone, knowing that your sister wouldn’t call unless she needed something – while her definition of ‘need’ was usually different than what Yoongi would prefer, he found it endearing that the younger girl came to him for a lot of her questions and random thoughts.  It was something she only did with you for the longest time, but when she realized that Yoongi indulged even the strangest conversations with you it opened a new door of communication between them.

“Oppa,” Min Ji’s voice cracked slightly over the line and she was silent long enough for him to pick up some of the background noises.

“Min Ji, where are you? Is everything okay?”

“Oppa, please hurry, it’s Unnie, she’s – we’re in the hospital Oppa.”

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Yoongi didn’t even know how he managed to get to the hospital so quickly.  He didn’t even wait for Min Ji to finish her sentence of which hospital before he was already in his car, his shoes thrown on the passenger seat, his foot hit the accelerator harder than necessary as he raced to the hospital Min Ji rattled off to him before hanging up.

You were in the Emergency Room when your sister called and despite the fact that it took Yoongi less than five minutes to get there with how quickly he drove Min Ji had managed to text him and tell him that you were on the third floor for observation.

Heart pounded the entire way from his car in the parking lot up to the hospital doors, the rush of blood that drained from his face as his mind wandered to what happened, what caused your sister to bring you to the hospital that you ended up in the Emergency Room in the first place.  Sure you were in a regular room now, but that didn’t take his mind off of the fact that you were not only admitted to a hospital, but you had been in the Emergency Room.  The last time you were here – no, don’t think about that, Yoongi chided himself mentally.

Too impatient to wait for the elevator to arrive Yoongi took the stairs three at a time to the third floor, coming to a halt outside of the stairwell into the waiting area for the third floor.   Rooms and Maternity wing were on this floor, Yoongi checked his phone again for the room number you were in before looking around at the signs pointing him in the direction to you.

“Oppa!”

Yoongi turned, his features tight, and caught sight of Min Ji rushing towards him a young woman in a white coat staring after her a clipboard in hand.

“Min Ji, where is Y/N?”

Min Ji’s face fell slightly, “The doctor wants to speak to both of us before we go and see her.”

“She’s okay,”  Despite Yoongi’s straight face his voice broke slightly as he spoke the words, fear creeping up behind his dark eyes as he stared at the young woman before him who was just as much his little sister as she was yours.  He could see the fear written plainly across her face and didn’t want to add to her fear with his own.

“Are you Mr. Min, Ms. Y/L/N’s guardian?”  A woman’s soft voice filtered across his hearing and Yoongi’s head snapped up to look behind Min Ji to the woman in the white coat.  His gaze flicked down to read the name on the coat.  Dr. Park Yoo Na, OBGYN.

“Yes, Doctor Park, I’m Y/N’s guardian, how is she?  Can you tell me what happened?”

Doctor Park smiled kindly her dark eyes fell to check the chart on her clipboard and out of curiosity, Yoongi glanced down as well seeing your name across the top.  “Y/N was here in the ER a few weeks ago with stomach cramps, correct?”

Yoongi swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in his throat while she was speaking, her eyes still on your chart in her hands.  “Yes.”

She nodded her head, her brows knit together softly, “And they performed a pregnancy test as a precaution, correct?”

Yoongi’s anger got the better of him, the fear eating him up on the inside at all the endless possibilities of what happened to you to cause you to be here today and the doctor was only concerned with what happened nearly a month ago.

“Mr. Min?”

Yoongi snapped out of his thoughts and his dark gaze met the deep brown of the concerned doctor before him. “I’m sorry Doctor Park, but I have absolutely no idea why my girlfriend is currently in the hospital.  Min Ji-” He gestured to your sister standing next to him.  “Didn’t tell me what happened on the phone and frankly, at the moment when I found out that the woman I love was in the hospital all I cared about was getting here to see her.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to tell me what the hell happened and if she is okay or not.”

Min Ji’s eyes widened as she stared back and forth between Yoongi and the doctor, the latter of the two who thankfully seemed un-phased by the outburst.

“A few weeks ago when you brought Ms. Y/L/N in to see us in the ER the pregnancy test came back negative. An ultrasound of the abdomen was issued and blood was drawn for testing.”  Doctor Park paused, gauging Yoongi’s reaction to her words.  “Did she not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“She was pregnant.”

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat at the news.  His thoughts immediately went to your random bouts of stomach sickness and your constant waving it off as having eaten something that didn’t sit well with you and not to mention your constant mood changes – one, in particular, the time the mail carrier dropped off a package for you and you cried.  Then –

“What do you mean by was?”

Doctor Park’s eyes light with empathy, her lips parting as she glanced back down at the chart unsure how to continue.

“She had undergone the beginning stages of miscarriage when you two arrived at the hospital, there was no heartbeat when the ultrasound was done, but it was clear in the sonogram pictures that she was approximately four or five weeks along.

“The attending OBGYN and physician suggested a DNC be scheduled at a later date if the need should arise-”

Yoongi’s ears shut down, he didn’t understand the last half of what the doctor was talking about, he didn’t know what a DNC was, and he didn’t even know they had found anything in your tests.  Sure you were an adult, he was your guardian, but that didn’t mean that the doctors automatically told him what was going on.  You had assured him that everything was fine, just severe cramping from your period – worse than usual, but nothing to be concerned about.  Yoongi had never considered questioning the doctor on his own because he trusted you, if you said there was nothing to worry about then there was nothing to worry about.

Yoongi found his feet moving while the doctor was still explaining what happened, but he no longer cared, he needed to see you.  He needed to ask you why you kept something like this from him, he loved you – you knew that you should know that.

He burst through the closed door with a loud bang, his dark gaze finding you lying on the bed, head turned towards the windows – you didn’t even flinch when the door actually hit the wall behind it before rebounding.  Yoongi’s anger dissipated as he took in the lost expression clearly written across the pallor of your skin – skin that was normally bright and slightly pink.  He shut the door a little more quietly than he had opened it, his feet did not hesitate as he crossed the short space to get to your bedside.

Neither of you said a word as Yoongi slipped under the light cover to join you on the bed, his body easily curling into the arch of your back, his face nuzzled into the juncture of your neck, his arm wrapped firmly around your middle.  You flinched slightly when his hand made contact with the slight swell of your abdomen – had he really been working that much not to have even wondered?

“I love you,” Yoongi mumbled into your soft skin.

“Hello?  Anyone in there?”

Sun Ae’s fingers snapped in front of you bringing you out of your thoughts.  Your cheeks flamed under her scrutiny as her dark eyes stared at you worriedly.

“What were you saying?” Your voice was filled with apology as your fingers distractedly gravitated towards the spoon resting by your coffee cup.

Sun Ae sighed and rolled her eyes playfully as she repeated “I asked if you enjoyed yourself last night?”

You choked suddenly as you’d chosen the wrong moment to take a sip of your steaming beverage, a look of horror written all over your face.

“Are you okay, Y/N-ah?”

“I’m fine,” You managed to choke, grabbing a napkin from the side of the table.  Glancing around to make sure no one was too close you looked at Sun Ae again who still looked concerned from your coughing fit.

“Last night was fine. Yeah, fine, nothing special?” Your words came out more of a question when they were meant to be a statement.

Long fingers gripped the sides of your panties as they removed them slowly, tantalizingly.  Lips barely touched yours, no heat emanated from them, but you knew they were there, that he was there.

Once your panties were removed his touch returned to your inner thighs, your moans filled the quiet of the room as his fingertips edged closer to your dripping center.

“So wet,” His fingers ghosted over your outer lips and your hips jerked in response seeking to prolong the connection.  “Can you spread yourself for me beautiful?”

“O…kay, I figured it would have turned out better than ‘fine’ since you were still talking to that hot bartender when I left.”  Sun Ae’s voice was teasing, her eyes staring at you from under her lashes as she bent towards her coffee.

You scoffed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the reminder of your round of flirting with the new bartender from the club the two of you visited last night.

“Yeah and his girlfriend is pretty hot too, prefect match made in heaven.”  Your voice was laced with sarcasm because he’d been talking a good game – so good you had wondered what the catch was only to have the catch walk right up to him and plant her lips firmly on his effectively ruining your hopeful evening plans.

“It’s all about you tonight beautiful.  I’m here for your pleasure.”

“Please,” Your voice came out whiny and needy, but you didn’t care, your fingers gripped tightly to his soft hair, your eyes met his as a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.  His tongue darted out to moisten his lips before he spoke hoarsely.

“Use me.”

“Ugh, he sounds like such a toy.”

A smile graced your lips as your eyes stared out the shop windows.  “Yeah,” The word came out more breathless than you had intended, but Sun Ae seemed to ignore it, thankfully.

His lips twisted around your tight nub, two of his fingers buried as deep as they could go inside your soaking center.  The room was filled with the sounds of your pleasure, both verbal and physical.  Your hips jerked in time with each thrust and twist his fingers made inside of your core, your muscles tensed each time he tried to withdraw.

Seeking to extend your pleasure your own hands ghosted over your exposed midriff, a light gasp escaped your parted lips as your cool fingertips came into contact with your hardened nubs.  Using your thumbs and forefingers you twisted your nipples feeling the shock reach your center and race back to your sensitive peaks as he continued to thrust his fingers and flick his tongue in time with your movements.

“Can I get anything else?”

The polite voice belonged to one of the male baristas of the shop, Sun Ae’s posture perked up and your head turned, your mind still lost in your dream from last night.

“I think I’m okay, Y/N you want anything?”  Sun Ae was staring at the young man with dreamy eyes instead of looking at you while she spoke, but you barely registered her words because your eyes were staring at the very lips that had driven you to your peak less than twelve hours previous.

His lips quirked, the dimple in his left cheek became prominent as the smirk widened and your eyes snapped up to his, noting the twinkle in his eye as he’d caught you staring.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Just fine, beautiful?” His words held a teasing note as his eyes trailed down to your white blouse, his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip before making eye contact with you once more.

A gasp caught in your throat as you followed the movement of the pink muscle before it disappeared between his sinful lips.

“For now, yes.”

Long fingers reached out to grasp both of your cups, his eyes never leaving yours even as he straightened back to his full height, an eyebrow quirked knowingly as he replied, “Well, let me know if there is anything I can help with.  I’m here for the next hour before I have to get back to my studio.”

“Ohh, studio?  So you’re a type of artist?”  Sun Ae’s voice was full of awe.  “You must be really good with your hands, then.”

“Among other things,” He winked, his eyes raking over your body which hummed in response, your mind on overdrive now that you had a real life face to put to the man from your dreams.

“Shame, I would have liked to know his name.”  Sun Ae pouted; her shoulders slumped as she watched him walk away.

A loud cry left your lips as you felt his fingers curl inside of you, brushing the rough patch that was your g-spot and his fingers continued to rub against it as his lips pulled on your clit.

His mouth pulled away with a loud ‘pop’, “Can you come for me one more time babygirl, please?”

Another moan left your lips, your fingers reaching for your clit now that his mouth was no longer attached to it, but a low growl that rumbled throughout his chest stopped your fingers before they made contact.

“Only I will make you come.”

A shiver raked down your spine as you arched further into his touch your fingers reaching further to find purchase once more in his dark locks. You pulled him closer urging him to wrap his lips around your clit to bring you to your orgasm for the third time.

“Namjoon,” You cried when his lips returned, your body wracked with spasms as he continued to thrust his fingers and suckle on your hardened nub as you reached your peak and shook as you came down from your high.

Fin.