Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

LEENA'S POV 💍

As I looked down at Yoongi, peacefully asleep on my lap, my thoughts drifted to the text message I had seen on his phone earlier.

I had been reluctant to check, respecting his privacy, but curiosity got the better of me. The message had been from an unknown number, asking about some sensitive information related to Yoongi's business. It seemed urgent and a bit cryptic, but it wasn't something I could ignore.

I felt a pang of worry mixed with the soothing comfort of having him close. Here he was, so vulnerable and calm, while outside this safe space, there were potentially serious matters that needed his attention. The contrast between his serene state and the potential chaos beyond the hospital room was jarring.

I wanted to respect his rest, let him sleep peacefully without adding to his worries. But the message was clearly important, and I knew it might be crucial for his well-being and for our future. I glanced at his phone, lying beside us on the bed, and debated whether to wake him or handle it myself. I didn't want to disturb his peace, but the sense of urgency was gnawing at me.

In the end, I decided that for now, I'd focus on the present-on the warmth of his body against mine, the comfort of this stolen moment together. I'd wait until he was fully awake and ready to face whatever awaited us. For now, I gently stroked his hair and watched him sleep, my heart torn between the need to address the message and the desire to let him rest.

Yoongi's abrupt movement startled me, and I looked at him with concern. He was already up, his face etched with worry and confusion. The loud crash downstairs had shaken both of us from our peaceful moment.

Yoongi's eyes were intense as he scanned the room, trying to get his bearings. He threw off the covers and started to get out of bed, but I reached out to stop him.

"Yoongi, wait. What if it's something dangerous?" I said, my voice trembling with anxiety. "Maybe we should call for help."

He glanced back at me, his expression a mix of urgency and determination. "I need to check it out," he said firmly. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

By the time we heard Mom's shouts as if she's scolding someone.. We took a glance at each other wondering what's going on.

"Shall we go downstairs and see?"he asked

"Yes I think we shall"

Yoongi gently helped me down the stairs, his concern etched on his face. As we approached the kitchen, the scene unfolded before us in an unexpected way.

Mom stood in the middle of the mess, her face flushed with a mix of exasperation and frustration. Jimin and Namjoon were sheepishly standing with their heads bowed, while Yn stood off to the side, casually enjoying an ice cream cone with a knowing smile.

The chaos in the kitchen was evident-pots and pans were strewn about, and there were shards of something broken on the floor.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TWO TO GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN? LOOK AT THE MESS YOU'VE MADE!" Mom's voice rang out, cutting through the air.

"I... I was just-" Namjoon started to explain but was cut off by a sharp smack on his arm.

"Don't talk when I'm talking!" Mom scolded, her patience running thin. She then turned to Jimin, squeezing his ear with a firm grip.

"Didn't I tell you? Hmm? Look at what you've done! You've broken everything!"

"It's Namjoon Hyung's fault!" Jimin protested dramatically, trying to deflect the blame.

"Yah, NOW IT'S ONLY MY FAULT, HUH?! Who was fighting with me?" Namjoon retorted, his voice rising in defense.

"Look hyung everyone knows who was fighting.."