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Yoongi groaned at the amused woman entering the room. “Another one?”
“Your friends have good taste,” she said while her eyes swept over the room in search of a free space where to leave the huge bouquet in her arms.
“Our friends are dramatic as hell.” Said Yoongi while quickly clearing a space on the floor, the tables filled with dozens of flower arrangements and even freaking balloons . “I mean,” he said in a strained voice when he took the heavy extravagance and put it beside the others, “It’s not like he gave birth or something like that. It was apendicitis for God’s sake. He’s going to be at home tomorrow at the latest.” He scoffed at the small card hidden under all the petals and
“Well, I’m sure he’s going to love all this attention when he wakes up.”
Yoongi turned his eyes to the man currently deeply asleep on the hospital bed and his scowl immediately morphed into a soft smile as he imagined his reaction once he woke up and saw the ridiculousness the hospital room had become. Hoseok was going to whine at first, that was for sure, complaining that they’re spending a lot of money on him and how reckless they were; all of that while sporting a lovely blush and illuminating the whole room with his heart shaped grin. Oh, he was going to love it. He was silent while she did the check up, absentmindedly stroking Hoseok’s soft hand in the meantime, wondering how long would it take to see his favorite smile again. “It would take much longer for him to wake up?”
“It’s normal if it does,” she said while accommodating the IV bag, “the anesthesia’s effect takes a while to wear off. Just make sure that he doesn’t take the needle out and, if you can, convince him to eat this.” She took a bag of crackers from her oversized pocket. “After fasting, the blood pressure can lower. This would help. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
“Thank you. And please be free of taking some of this ,” he moved his hand around the room, “for the reception or another patient’s room or for your home. An apology in advance for when our friends come to visit and you have to prepare new rooms after I’m done with them.”
She laughed out loud, thanking him and choosing a flashy flower vase with serpentines (such a Jin’s move). After she left, Yoongi made sure that Hoseok was alright before finally taking his phone out his bag to answer the messages on the group chat.
("Kookie’s ponytails (≧▽≦)" has been changed to “Hobi, please don’t die (ಥ﹏ಥ)”)
Jinilicious:
I don’t care what you say
At the end of the day I have this face so who’s the real winner?
Namjoonie:
Me, because I wake up next to it everyday
Jinilicious:
٩(♡ε♡ )۶
JKing:
Certainly not your poor mirror that has to see you every morning
Jinilicious:
LISTEN YOU BRAT
Meowngi:
Sorry to interrupt...whatever this is
but Hobi is okay
ChimChim:
Hyung! Did he wake up?
Meowngi:
Just to drink some water but passed out when he finished
Jinilicious:
Did you receive the flowers???
VGogh:
And mine???
Chimchim:
You liars!
You said you weren’t going to send anything!!
Jinilicious:
Ofc I lied I’m the favorite hyung I had to
ChimChim:
You’re the worst!
Meowngi:
Yeah I FUCKING DID
THIS ROOM LOOKS LIKE A FLOWER SHOP
S T O P I T RIGHT NOW
VGogh:
We had to show our support hyung!
Poor Hobi-hyung (ಥ﹏ಥ)
JKing:
I’m so glad he made it (´-﹏-`；)
ChimChim:
OMG Kookie
Don’t make me cry again (｡>﹏<｡)
Namjoonie:
It was just apendicitis though…
Meowngi:
THANK YOU, NAMJOON
Finally someone that doesn’t share a single brain cell with those three
VGogh:
Just tell him that I love him, you meanie
JKing:
X2
ChimChim:
X3
Jinilicious:
X4
Namjoonie:
X5 (no homo)
Jinilicious:
Namjoon, you suck my dick on a daily basis
Very homo
JKing:
How can I unseen a message?
Meowngi:
UGH
Okay, I think he’s waking up
I’ve got to go
Namjoonie:
Tell us if you need something
Meowngi:
Just help to take all these freaking flowers to the next trash can, you fuckers
and thank you for the balloons Jimin
I’m sure my 25yo husband will love it
Jinilicious:
OOOH HOW THE TABLES TURN
VGogh:
BALLOONS?!
THAT WAS MY IDEA PARK JIMIN!
Yoongi smiled to himself when he saw the commotion he had caused. Good, they will be too occupied fighting with each other to send even more horrendous bouquets. He left his phone aside when he heard another whine coming from the bed, his hand stopping Hoseok from moving the arm connected to the IV bag.
“Shh, Hobi, I’m here. Sleep a little longer if you want.” Hoseok groaned again, making his trademark pout that looked like a ㅅ. Yoongi’s favorite.
“Thistey ,” he mumbled, the anesthesia making him slur a little bit.
Yoongi refrained from cooing at his adorable husband and quickly grabbed a pitcher from the bedside table to pour some water into a cup with a straw. “Okay, move a little bit, that’s it.” He encouraged him while moving his arm under his shoulders, together managing to sit him up a little bit so he could drink comfortably. “Slower, Seokie.” He chuckled when he drank everything in no time. “There’s more where that came from.”
“ ‘ank you,” Hoseok sighed once he finished. “Mmm, tired.”
“I know, babe. Sleep if you want.” he whispered softly and brushed a lock of hair from his face. Yoongi smiled when his husband sighed again, his features clearing from any kind of discomfort once his fingers touched his silky hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
It took a while, but finally Hoseok fell into a drug-induced sleep. There wasn’t a lot that Yoongi could do apart of waiting for him to wake up and keep a close eye if he tried to move his arm in his sleep. His Hobi hated needles with all his heart, and it kind of revolted him to see his beloved with that thing connected.
Suddenly, a memory of their first months dating came to his mind, prompting a chuckle from him. At that time they had tried to woo each other with gifts and stolen kisses, their hands interlocked even when they took a nap together, always opting to sit on each other’s laps instead of a chair because they were that kind of couple (they still were, frankly, but more subside). It was on that period when Yoongi decided to add more earrings to his collection and, thus, pierce his ears again. Hobi hadn’t said anything about his apprehension of needles in fear of looking like a coward in front of his almost boyfriend and instead offered to accompany him to the piercing parlor he liked to go. A terrible idea. The moment the sharp thing trespassed Yoongi’s earlobe, the poor young man threw up on the nearest trash can and then inside the bathroom while Yoongi (with the needle still in his ear) tried to appease him. That’s how a blushing Hoseok ended buying lunch to a huge tattoo artist in apology ,even though they tried to calm him down saying that it happened all the time, and how Yoongi realized he was whipped as Hell.
“Wow, you are really cute.”
Yoongi jumped on his seat, he had been so immersed in his memories that he didn’t realize that his husband had been awake all the time and looking at him with those big doe eyes of his. “Oh my God,” he grabbed his chest, “you scared me.”
Hoseok frowned, looking downhearted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Are you hurt?”
Of course his Hobi was more worried about Yoongi’s well being even though he wasn’t the one lying on a hospital bed. "Don't worry. How do you feel?"
"Tired," Hoseok closed his eyes, "and kinda numb."
Yoongi winced. "Yeah, that's the anesthesia. But you're gonna be okay." He brushed Hoseok's hair, knowing that it would put him to sleep again. But those bright eyes turned to him, raking over his face in something akin to wonder.
"The doctor sent you?" Hoseok asked after a while.
Yoongi blinked owlishly, confused. "No...I came all by myself."
It was Hoseok's turn to look surprised. "Why?"
"Well, because I want to."
"Really?" His eyes widened. “You want to be here? With me ?”
"Yes,” he said, earnest. “I wouldn’t like to be anywhere else." Yoongi caressed his soft cheekbone while those expressive eyes continued looking at him as if he was seeing him for the first time. “Are you really okay?” Hoseok hadn’t looked at him like that in...well, a lot of time to be honest.
Hoseok remained silent, worrying Yoongi a little bit in the meantime, then letting a dreamy sigh out when he was about to call the nurse for help. "Man, you’re eye candy." He said with an amazed voice that made Yoongi blush. God, when he thought he couldn’t love him even more than he already did, his husband managed to prove him wrong. “Wow. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen. Are you a model?”
Yoongi snorted. Surely Jin, the self proclaimed only ten of the group, would have something to say about that. “Nope.”
Hoseok pouted as if the idea of Yoongi not being in every cover magazine repealed him. “You should. Because you’re so cute.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi looked down, avoiding eye contact. Why was he blushing at his husband’s compliments?!
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I can shut up now.”
Yoongi gaze flew to Hoseok’s face, he looked so dejected that it broke his heart. “Hey,” he whispered, catching his attention. “I’m not uncomfortable. It just...it had been a long time since I heard someone calling me cute. That’s all.”
“People should write poetry about your face.” Yoongi laughed. His husband was a sap and he was loving it. “I’m serious.”
“I know. That’s why I’m laughing.”
“I can’t tell who is the real flower in this room.” Hoseok looked at the flowercalypse happening around them, his mouth open forming a cute o . “So many.”
Yoongi sighed. “Yeah. Too many.” If those idiots didn’t help him clean the room he swear to God they were going down. Suddenly he perked up, remembering what the nurse had said about the blood pressure. Maybe Hoseok’s current disorientation was just that, only his blood pressure dropping and preventing it from going to his brain (he knew shit about medicine but who cared). “Hey, can you do me a favor?” Hoseok nodded, his heavy-lidded eyes trained on the closest vase, looking like he was about to fall asleep again. “Eat this.” Yoongi gave him a salty cracker which his husband immediately started munching without questioning.
Hoseok moaned in delight. “Thish ish delishous ,” he said with his mouth full, then turning his gaze towards him. “Did you make it?”
Yoongi chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. What?” He asked when Hoseok kept looking at him instead of eating.
“So pretty.”
“Thank you.” He lightly patted the hand holding the cracker, trying to divert his attention to another thing apart from his red face. “C’mon, eat.”
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Yoongi. C’mon, babe. Eat.” He whined when Hoseok didn’t do what he asked.
“Babe ?”
“Yeah, babe .” He held his hand in front of him, showing the ring on his fourth finger.
“You’re married?” Hoseok looked so disappointed.
Yoongi sighed. Maybe the stubborn love of his life had lost a few brain cells in the surgery. “Yes. To you . I’m your husband. Now, eat.”
Hoseok lifted his head from the pillow, a piece of cracker falling from his mouth to his chest when he gaped at him. “Y-You’re MY husband?!”
“Yeah.”
“Holy fuck! ”
Yoongi knew he shouldn’t be laughing but the situation was getting ridiculous by the minute. He wished someone was there to witness everything, because he knew no one was going to believe that his own husband had forgotten that they were married. “Hobi, language.” He half-heartedly scolded him, still trying to muffle his laugh into his hand.
“I’m sorry but... fuck .” Hoseok’s head fell down again on the hard pillow. “Fuck.” He murmured to the ceiling before taking a cracker and silently eating it. “Damn.” He looked at Yoongi, eyes slowly moving up and down his body before looking at the roof again. “Wow...how long?”
“A while.” Yoongi answered, highly amused. “Just, keep eating. You’re waking up.”
Hoseok nodded, the sleepiness long forgotten. “Do we have children?” He suddenly asked. “Do they have your cute nose and cute eyes and cut--?”
“Not yet. We have two dogs, though.”
“Oh man.” He looked at him as if he just gave him the best news ever. “Two dogs. Two dogs and a cute husband. Shit...” His breathing hitched. “Have we kissed yet?”
Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard. His husband was ridiculous. “Hobi,” a cackle interrupted his sentence, “ Oh my God , eat the cracker, please.”
Hoseok’s mouth twisted down into a frown, as if Yoongi was asking the most difficult task. “Oh it’s hard, it’s hard, baby, it’s hard. Do we call each other baby? How long have we been married?”
Yoongi wiped his tears, trying to calm down his breathing. “Almost six years.”
“Oh my God!” Hoseok fist bumped the air. “I hit the jackpot!”
Yoongi immediately put his arm down, opting to gently cover the hand so his husband didn’t see the needle. “Yeah, you did.”
The man blinked at him, a pleasant smile on his face when he saw how close Yoongi was. “Let me see your face.” He softly touched Yoongi’s cheek with his free hand, making him feel warm bloom inside his chest at the look he was giving him. “Wow, you’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” said Yoongi in a soft voice.
“We’re married.”
“Yes, we are.”
“With two dogs.” Yoongi nodded. “And I see you everyday.” Yoongi’s smile turned even bigger, leaving his gums in full display. “And I see you smile everyday. Wow, your teeth are perfect...babe.” He added.
“Honey.”
“What?”
“You call me honey because I’m a sweet guy who comes the latest and leaves the earliest. Your honey boy.”
Hoseok apparently like the nickname. “My honey boy…,” he said with a smile. “With perfect face and perfect teeth.” His eyes drifted down. “Turn around, please.”
Yoongi snorted. “Are you seriously asking me to show you my ass?”
“I’m sure it’s lovely. Oh my God.” His gaze flew to Yoongi’s face in realization. “I touched your ass.”
“You did more than touch it.” Yoongi smirked. “Eat your cracker, please.”
“Did I eat yo--?”
“Oh, I see you’re awake!” The nurse entered the room, luckily interrupting what could have been an embarrassing conversation. “Hello, Mr. Jung. How are you feeling?”
Hoseok pointed at Yoongi. “We're married!”
The nurse chuckled, entertained by his answer. “Yes! I believe I've met your husband already.”
“He’s the prettiest,” Hoseok sighed, gaze trained on Yoongi again. “He should be a model...and the President.”
"Is this normal?" Yoongi asked while he tried to ignore Hoseok who was pinching his cheek and making cooing noises.
The nurse shrugged. "It can happen. But don't worry, he's going to be fine. Just maybe a little," he looked at the man currently leaving small kisses on his husband's hand and asking him how he could be so cute, "disoriented."
"My Yoongie Boongie is so cute when he blushes!"
"But I guess that won't bother you at all," the nurse said to a very flustered Yoongi.
