The Dis-Ease Files (OT7 x Reader Drabble Series)

SUPPORT SYSTEM (MYG X F! READER)

The memory haunts you now as you slump onto the bathroom floor. You'd overheard Yoongi's conversation with Hoseok earlier on the phone. How he'd been begging to go back to the hospital so he wouldn't have to be here with you - so he could see Do-Yeon.

The force of a loud knock wakes you from your vulnerable state as the door shakes behind you. Blinking your eyes, the tears clinging to your lashes fall as you make out Yoongi's voice behind the door.

"___?" he calls out nervously. "Are you alright in there? I-, I heard the door slam, and then I heard someone crying. Please, open the door."

You look down at the floor listlessly, wondering why he even wants to talk to you right now. He has his patient voice on right now, sweet and caring, and it makes your heart drop even more. That hadn't been the tone of voice he'd used when it happened. The screams and the yells are what you remember, your front door slamming shut, and Yoongi's car backing out of the driveway. Gritting your teeth together, you decide not to respond.

The knocks become louder, more frantic, as Yoongi begins to yell.

"___, please, open the door! Are you hurting yourself? Are you alright?"

Panicked by your lack of response, Yoongi keeps knocking, knuckles becoming raw against the wood grain.

What was going on in there? Yoongi's mind flashes back to the last time he found you in the bathroom, lying in a pool of your own blood. His heart stops.

"___, if you don't open the door right now, I'm going to break it down."

No response.

Yoongi braces himself, stepping back and lunging as he prepares himself to ram into the door. On 3,2,1-

The door flies open, and Yoongi stumbles through, falling shoulder first onto the floor as he wipes out.

"Ouch! Fuck, that hurt!" he groans, rubbing his shoulder.

Looking up at your face, he's met with the sight of a grin. Suddenly, you break out into giggles, the sound of your laughter echoing against the bathroom tiles.

Yoongi's face is frozen in shock, unable to believe his ears, but your laughter isn't stopping him any time soon. You sound so light, carefree, and happy that he can't help the smile that breaks out onto his face. Soon enough, he's laughing along with you.

The laughs continue as he hears you wheezing, struggling to get words out amongst your giggles.

"You... are an idiot, Min Yoongi! An idiot! How many times have I told you to be careful with your shoulder? You'd think a fucking surgeon would have some idea of how to take care of themselves!"

"And me!" you point to yourself. "I'm an idiot too! An absolute idiot because I'm a freaking doctor who's the best resident in her year, and I'm sitting here on a bathroom floor sobbing my eyes out because I had a fucking miscarriage and my husband's probably having an affair because he doesn't love me anymore! And I have to study for my boards, which I'm probably going to fail at this point!"

Your cackling dies down as you end the statement on a sob, the words heavy in your throat. A strange look crosses Yoongi's face, and he looks down at the floor.

You want to scream as Yoongi stands up and makes his way past you, leaving you alone in the bathroom once more. You want to cry, but you're too tired. Closing your eyes, you rest your head against the doorframe.

Footsteps interrupting your slumber, your eyes open to the figure of Yoongi crouched next to you on the bathroom floor, a mini whiteboard and marker in his hands.

"Neurofibromatosis Type 1," his voice rumbles as he writes it out on the whiteboard. "A genetic disease caused by a faulty gene that leads to tumors of the nervous system. One of the first signs of detection is abnormal freckling and lesions on the skin."

"That was your opening line. We'd just met, and you had me head over heels with that one fact. A fact I already knew, but you spun it to show me how we were connected. In medical school, they teach us about the systems of the body. How everything's connected. Like that one song - the foot bone's connected to the shin bone."

You let out a laugh at his offkey rendition of Them Bones, and he takes the moment to wrap his arms around you, resting your head against his shoulder.

"But it's more complicated than that. Everything's connected but in the most beautiful and tragic of ways. There's a system that helps you breathe, there's one that keeps you standing, there's one that helps you eat, one that helps you feel. If you take one bone out, you hit one nerve, you puncture one vessel, everything falls apart. You can't move, you can't breathe, you can't feel pain, or joy, or love."

Yoongi's voice cracks as tears roll down his face, realizing that when the body's systems began to fail was when patients came to him, and to you. They put their trust in their doctors because when something began to fail was when patients realized how heavily they depended on it all along.

"I want to tell you that there's nothing going on with Do-Yeon because you're the only person I'll ever be able to love," he breathes. "I want to tell you that I miss you. I want to tell you that you're the most amazing doctor I've ever known and that all your hard work will pay off one day. But I also need to tell you I'm sorry. You needed me, our baby needed me, and we needed each other. And I failed you. I failed you both."

Yoongi's sobs wrack his entire body as he shakes against you, rocking back and forth. Reaching up, your brush away the tears on his face with your fingertips, pressing your forehead to this.

"The sad part of our job," you breathe out. "Is that we see things fail all the time. Surrounded by so much failure, by so much pressure, it's hard not to get overwhelmed. But do you know what keeps me going, Yoongi? Part of it is the gift we have - the ability to take a failing situation and turn it around. There's so much beauty in that, so much hope. But the biggest part of it has always been you. You're my support system. Even if you may fail me, even if you let me down, that never takes away from the fact that I need you. I always have, and I always will."

The two of you hold each other for the rest of the night in the bathroom, never moving from your spot, eyes closing and arms wound tightly. When the sunlight streams in through the window in the morning, he rubs his eyes blearily. Lifting you up in his arms, he walks you to the bedroom, setting you down before making his way to the phone in the corner of your room.

Dialing the number to the main office, he connects with the receptionist, looking over at you with a gentle smile on his face.

"Mrs. Choi? Can you reschedule all my consultations and follow-ups post any surgeries today? I'd like to end the day early, my wife hasn't been feeling well lately and I need to come home and be there for her."