SNBlackRose
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Too Much Chapter 36: Sick and Tired
Alright guys, here's the next chapter. Chapter 36. All we have left is Chapter 37 and the epilogue that I wrote just to thank all of you for enjoying my story. So the story is winding up to wind down. We left the last chapter after Yoongi did something stupid and then finally decided to do something smart and go after Rose. I wonder what'll happen.,,
Disclaimer: Many of the characters aside from BTS are made up. And, of course, I don't know BTS personally so their personalities are probably mostly fictional.
Character thoughts are in { } and words in English are bolded. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in the last couple of chapters. Please forgive me for any mistakes I make and I hope you enjoy!
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 35
Word Count: 3288
Warning: May contain mild language
Yoongi POV
{What if I’m wrong? What if I didn’t see what I thought I saw? What if it’s all just wishful thinking? But then...why did she leave like that?} I hurried out of the building and jogged in the direction of Rose’s house. Fortunately, the party was at a building close to both the dorm and Rose’s house, maybe half an hour either way. There were a couple paths she could’ve taken home. If she was really sick, she would’ve taken the most direct path home, but if she was trying to clear her mind, she would’ve taken a more…scenic route. I stood at the crossroads: one path was all streets that would lead to her house, the other path curved off and led to a large park before reaching her house.
I decided to take a chance and took the path towards the park. By the time I reached the edge of the park, I still hadn’t seen Rose. Either I hadn’t caught up to her yet or she had taken the other path. I continued through the park. I was halfway through when I saw a shadow of a person just leaving the park and turning right. Was it her? I picked up my speed. When I reached the exit, I couldn’t see the person anymore. I turned right. Hoping it was Rose, I followed my GPS through a neighborhood to her house. Right when I reached the end of her street, I saw her walking down the walkway to her house. She reached the door and, with the light of the porchlight, I saw her start digging through her purse. {She must be looking for her keys}.
I walked down the street, trying to give myself time to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Just a house away, I saw her lean against the door and slide down to the floor, head in her hands.
“Noona,” I called quietly. Rose’s head raised up as she searched for the voice. I couldn’t help but smile at the cute, confused expression on her face. When she finally saw me, she stood up, clutching her purse tightly.
“Y-yoongi-ah.” The sound of her voice sent small butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I walked to the porch.
“I was looking for you at the party,” I said trying to steady my voice. The small amount of hope I had had washed away what little anger was left and replaced it with uncertainty and fearful anticipation.
“So you followed me home? Why—no, how did you know I even left?” Rose fidgeted nervously, fingers playing with the few tassels on her purse.
“I ran into Namjoon and he told me.” My attention flickered back and forth between her eyes that refused to meet mine and her fingers that were still pulling on her purse. The look that passed on her face told me that she wasn’t happy with what I told her. I felt the hope beginning to trickle away.
“But...why did you follow me?” Her fidgeting became more prominent.
“Namjoon said you weren’t feeling well. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Well, as you can see, I’ll live. You should get back to h—your party.” She was going to say ‘her’. That hope surged back. Maybe she felt sick watching me with another girl which meant that she was jealous. And if she was jealous, that meant she had feelings for me, right?
“Do you at least want your keys?” I held out the keys Nina had given me. Rose’s eyes grew wide and she snatched the keys out of my palm.
“Where did you get—Nina, right?” She was not happy. I nodded my head. Rose muttered something under her breath. “Well, now I have my keys. You should go back.” She turned from me to unlock the door. Her hands were shaking making it difficult to slide the key in. I grabbed her hand to steady it and heard her take a sharp breath. I guided the key into the slot and let go. She mumbled a quick thank you and unlocked the door, opening it. She stepped in and tried to close the door behind her. I put my foot in the way. “What are you doing?”
“You’re sick. I’m going to make sure you get settled and take some medicine.” Her hand did feel warm when I had grabbed it.
“Yoongi—“ I gently nudged the door open and stepped in. I put one hand to her forehead and one hand to mine. She was really warm. And with the cool night air, she shouldn’t be that warm.
“I think you have a fever.”
“I’m fine!” Rose’s face was flushed a bright red. Maybe it was from the fever, but part of me hoped it was from blushing.
“Stop arguing and just go lay down. I’ll bring you some medicine and water. Where do you keep your medicine?” By now, I had taken off my shoes and slipped on the guest slippers. I started walking to the kitchen. I heard her hurriedly trying to take off her shoes.
“Yoongi!” Rose ran after me and grabbed my arm. “Just go. You don’t need to take care of me. I can do it myself.”
The constant fluctuation of hope and disappointment was starting to bring out my temper. “Stop being so stubborn! You always tell people you can take care of yourself, but all it does is make everyone else worried.” Her eyes finally met mine. I could see the surprise, anxiety, fear, and something else I couldn’t read.
“I—Why—why would you worry about me?” Her eyes changed and her voice hardened. “I know you heard me before. That I can’t stand being around you. That I don’t even want to hear your voice. So why are you here?” I flinched at her words. {Why is she doing this? Why is she trying to hurt me? Did I really read everything completely wrong?}
I walked into the kitchen and gripped the counter. “Just tell me where the medicine is and then go to bed. I’ll bring it and then I’ll leave, okay?” I spoke, barely managing to unclench my jaw. I heard her let out a shaky sigh, tell me which cabinet, and then leave. After I heard her slow footsteps on the stairs and then heard them fade down the hallway, I let go of my death grip on the counter. Just a few minutes ago, I was excited to see her, now all I wanted to do was get out of here.
I grabbed a glass, filled it, pulled out the medicine bottle, shook a couple pills out, and carried it all towards the stairs. I paused just before reaching living room. {She’ll probably be hungry later...} She would need something with sustenance but that wouldn’t be too heavy. I went back and grabbed a package of crackers. {What the hell’s wrong with me? I should be mad at her}. Maybe it was because she was sick. Namjoon was right, when I first saw her, I should’ve seen that something was wrong. Dark circles under her eyes that were now showing even through the makeup and she looked thinner. Rose was already thin to begin with, so this definitely was not good for her.
I carried everything up the stairs and down the hall. I stopped at the study, my eyes roaming over the door wishing I could turn back time. I stopped again just outside her room and stared at the bedroom she had let me sleep in. I felt the last of my anger fade away. I was just too tired to be angry now. The rapid cycling between hope and disappointment was finally taking its toll on me. I entered Rose’s room and saw her lying on the bed, over the covers, clothes from the party still on. She sat up at my entrance. I set the items down on her bedside table.
“For the fever,” I said indicating to the pills and water, “and in case you get hungry later,” I indicated to the crackers. Rose didn’t look at me. “Just...get some rest. People are worried about you.” I turned to leave.
I made it to the door when I heard her say a quiet “Thank you.” I just made a noise of acknowledgement and left. I walked to the entryway to put on my shoes. I didn’t feel angry or sad...I didn’t feel much of anything, just a sense of resignation. I walked out, closing the door behind me. {I guess I should go back to the party}. I was halfway down the street when I reached into my pocket to message Namjoon. That’s when I realized that I still had Rose’s phone. {Great, now I have to go back}. I turned back. {I’ll just leave it on the coffee table in the living room}. I didn’t want to make her get up so I just walked back into her house.
Slippers on, I started to walk to the coffee table. I set the phone down when I heard a strange noise. I looked to the second floor and saw light coming out from what had to be Rose’s study. I strained to hear what the noise was. It...it sounded like crying. {Did something happen? Is she okay?} I quickly rushed up the stairs. As I got closer, I could hear the crying more clearly. I stopped in the doorway of the study and froze at the sight. Rose had changed clothes and was now sitting on her couch, knees drawn up to her chest. She was crying, her face buried in the fur of a stuffed animal, something daggling from her hand. I took a closer look and felt my heart skip a beat. The stuffed animal was the sheep I had won for her at the amusement park. I didn’t even realize she still had it. And the thing in her hand, it was a silver necklace, the pendant shaking from the force of her crying body. The pendant. A dreamcatcher. The necklace I had given her. {Why...}
“Noona...” Her head shot up at the sound of my intruding voice. She stared at me, her red-rimmed eyes filled with tears and wide with fear.
Rose POV
I shouldn’t have been affected by that sight. He was Suga, of course he could get any girl he wanted. And what little I could see, she was quite pretty. Probably exactly his type. And yet, here I was walking home after having given Namjoon the excuse of not feeling well in order to escape. It was true that I wasn’t feeling so great before, but I could’ve handled it if ‘that’ hadn’t happened. But it did, so I used my excuse. I stopped at the street where I would normally continue straight to go home. If I turned left, though, I could walk through the park. That would give me a good opportunity to clear my head. I turned left.
The park was almost deserted. There were a few couples and a family or two here and there. Watching the couples, with their hands clasped tightly together, made me feel a little jealous. And I hated that. I’d never really felt compelled to date before, so now that I fell for someone, it of course had to be for someone who was out of my reach. Walking through the park, while irritating, did provide me with the time to think about everything.
I concluded that I was an idiot. I was stupid for thinking that I could just will myself to get over him. I didn’t know how long it would take for that to happen, but I was hoping it would be soon. Like I told Namjoon, it hurt to see him, listen to his voice, even to hear other people talking about him. But more than anything, it tore me apart to see him with someone else. I wished I could be the type of person to be happy with his happiness, but I couldn’t be. The walk through the park didn’t last long enough as far as I was concerned.
I turned right and headed through the neighborhood. I was still lost in thought by the time I reached my house. I walked to the porch and started digging through my purse, looking for my keys. I started to panic when I couldn’t find them, thinking that I lost them. But then I remembered that because Nina and I were going together, I had decided to not bring my keys. {Great}. I reached for my phone before realizing that Nina hadn’t given it back before I left. I let my back fall against the door and slid down to the ground. I had to will myself to not start crying again.
“Noona.” Now I was hearing things. There was no way that was Yoongi’s voice. I looked up and turned to where I heard the voice come from and saw him. I stood up slowly, trying to keep my legs from shaking too much.
“Y-yoongi-ah.” I breathed out his name. He walked to the porch.
“I was looking for you at the party,” he said. {Why? So you could rub it in my face?}
“So you followed me home? Why—no, how did you know I even left?” I couldn’t keep from fidgeting. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“I ran into Namjoon and he told me.” {What the hell, Namjoon?}
“But...why did you follow me?” I was afraid of the answer.
“Namjoon said you weren’t feeling well. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” {I had to make an effort to not roll my eyes}.
“Well, as you can see, I’ll live. You should get back to h—your party.” I almost slipped up and said ‘her’. I hoped he hadn’t caught that.
“Do you at least want your keys?” Yoongi held out a keyring. {How the hell—} I snatched it from his hands.
“Where did you get—Nina, right?” I was pissed. Namjoon and Nina were both screwing with me. Yoongi nodded his head. “Her and her games,” I muttered to myself. To Yoongi, I said, “Well, now I have my keys. You should go back.” I turned to unlock the door. I couldn’t stop the shaking in my hand as I tried to put the key in. My breath hitched when Yoongi grabbed my hand. My heart was racing. I hated that he affected me so much. Yoongi helped guide the key into the slot and let go. “Thank you,” I mumbled and opened the door. I stepped in and went to close the door behind me. Yoongi stuck his foot in the way. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“You’re sick. I’m going to make sure you get settled and take some medicine.” {You don’t have to pretend to care}.
“Yoongi—“ He pushed the door open and stepped in. I didn’t think my heart could go any faster until he put a hand on my forehead and his other hand on his. He was actually checking my temperature.
“I think you have a fever.”
“I’m fine!” I could feel my face flush. I hoped he thought it was because of the fever he seemed to think I had.
“Stop arguing and just go lay down.” Was it so wrong for me to think about how sexy his voice sounded right now? “I’ll bring you some medicine and water. Where do you keep your medicine?” I didn’t even realize he had changed his shoes until he started to the kitchen. I fumbled with the straps on my sandals, trying to take them off as quickly as I could.
“Yoongi!” I ran after him and grabbed his arm. {The longer this went on, the more it would hurt me}. “Just go. You don’t need to take care of me. I can do it myself.”
“Stop being so stubborn!” he snapped. “You always tell people you can take care of yourself, but all it does is make everyone else worried.” {Why did he have to say things like that? Making it sound like he was worried too?} I finally brought up the nerve to look him in the eyes.
“I—Why—why would you worry about me?” This can’t continue. I took in a breath and forced my anger to come out. “I know you heard me before. That I can’t stand being around you. That I don’t even want to hear your voice. So why are you here?” I saw him flinch and my heart clenched.
Yoongi walked over by the kitchen sink. I watched as his knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the counter. I guessed I was finally getting under his skin. “Just tell me where the medicine is and then go to bed. I’ll bring it and then I’ll leave, okay?” I let out a sigh. I told him which cabinet and then I left. My body felt heavy as I walked to my room.
I sat on my bed and let myself fall back. My thoughts raced through my head. I wanted to make him stay and I wanted to make him leave. I loved that he was taking care of me and I hated him for it. My heart was soaring and falling apart. I didn’t know how I felt. A couple minutes later, I heard his footsteps down the hall. They stopped for a moment before continuing again and then stopping again. {What is he doing?} Finally, he came to my room. I sat up and he set some things down on the side table. A glass of water, a couple pills, and...crackers?
“For the fever,” Yoongi said gesturing to the pills and water, “and in case you get hungry later,” he gestured to the crackers. With my thoughts still jumbled, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I was afraid he would be able to see what I was thinking. “Just... get some rest. People are worried about you.” I wished he wouldn’t say that. I so badly wanted him to mean ‘I’m worried about you’. He walked back to the door.
“Thank you.” I managed to say. He just grunted at me and left. I waited until I heard him leave. I didn’t want to be in the damn dress any longer so I quickly took it off and threw it on the bed. I grabbed a pair of sweats that were sitting out and one of my baggy shirts. It was going to be one of those nights. I tossed the dress towards my laundry basket and noticed something silver fly with it. I pulled the dress out and saw a necklace fall. I picked up the necklace. And then burst into tears. The fucking necklace I threw on the bed before the party. The one he gave me. I ran to my study, necklace still wrapped around my hand. I flipped on the lights and dug through the pile of blankets I hadn’t washed yet. There it was. The stupid, adorable stuffed sheep Yoongi had given to me at the amusement park. I fell onto the couch, pulling my knees up to my chest. I buried my face in the doll and started sobbing even harder. I was so in love with him and it hurt so much. I didn’t know how long I cried for until I was interrupted.
“Noona...” My head bolted upright when I heard his voice. I stared at him not knowing what to do. {Why is he back? What’s he going to think about this? What’s going to happen now?}
So what do you think? Is it ok to have one last cliffhanger? Don't hate me, lol. Yoongi's cute when he wants to be. Other times, he's quite frustrating. Both of them are. So what do you think? Will Rose kick him out without an explanation. Will Yoongi be able to finally find out how she feels? The last chapter will tell you. So I hope you look forward. I'm very happy to have been on this journey with all of you guys. Thanks for being awesome.
Thank you all for reading my story and this chapter. Thank you to everyone reading, liking, commenting, clipping, and following. Please don't hesitate to ask questions or comment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters (the last couple). I hope you will continue to enjoy my story and I hope to see you next chapter!!!
By the time I put out my epilogue, I may be able to put out a little teaser for my next story. I'm not sure when I'll be able to fully complete and post it, but I'll do my best. Please let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged in the next story. I look forward to sharing it with you and I hope it doesn't disappoint.
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Okay Yoongi, get your butt in there and don't screw it up. You need to be talking and wiping her tears away.
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Or just knock their heads together.....they need to actually talk....no distractions. Lock 'em in and turn off the electricity?
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