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Yoongi and Namjoon were looking to take their bedroom adventures to a new level. But alas, not everything goes entirely to plan. Such is the way of life. In fact, it was the combination of a lube-covered hand and a blade that was much sharper than intended that caused such an upset, resulting in an overnight stay at the hospital for Namjoon and an overwhelming sense of guilt for Yoongi, who tried to ask for forgiveness without bursting into tears.
All he was aiming to do was drag the tip of a small knife along his husband's thigh, and the next thing he knew, there was a giant wound gushing blood on Joon's right leg as he frantically tried to untie him from the headboard.
28. That's how many stitches it took to close the gash. Yoongi, feeling more than guilty, spent a while just sitting in the corner of the room, sobbing quietly into his knees while trying not to wake his sleeping husband, still doing so at this very moment.
"Yoongi," the male's voice says quietly. Yoongi wipes his eyes with his sleeve, trying to hide the fact he'd been crying, and looks up at him.
"Yeah?"
"C'mere, baby, lie down with me." Joon pats the bed, doing his best to move over to both make room for Yoongi and not further damage his leg.
When the elder gets into the bed and finds himself snuggled into the taller male's warmth, he can't help but cry gently into his shoulder, tears wetting the sleeve of the hospital gown. Namjoon reaches to stroke his hair, hugging his head with one arm to try and quell his trembling.
"I'm so sorry, Joonie..." whispers the brunet, voice breaking. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me..."
"Kitten..." the younger lifts his partner's head, kissing him softly. "It's alright, baby, I forgive you. It was an accident; they happen sometimes. And y'know what? I'm grateful it happened."
"Wh-Why? I could've killed you."
"But you didn't. I'm still alive, and it's because of you. As soon as you noticed, you instantly grabbed something to put pressure on the wound - that's exactly what you should've done. Your first instinct was stopping the bleeding, rather than untying me. Because of that, I'm still here. Sure, I'm in a hospital bed, but I'm alive. Now, is there anything - anything at all - that I can do to help you feel less guilty?"
"Punishment?" Yoongi suggests, wanting some kind of repercussion for hurting his love so badly.
"I'm not gonna punish you, pretty boy." pouts the blue-haired, cupping his husband's chin and stroking his jaw. "You didn't do anything wrong; it was an accident."
Yoongi looks at him with pleading eyes, desperately wanting to do something for the younger so he can remove some of the guilt he's feeling.
"Alright, if you really want something to do, you can blow me. I guess it'd be nice to get to come tonight, even though we're in the hospital." Joon smiles softly, half-joking.
He's slightly surprised when, in the next moment, the smaller male's head is entirely under the blanket and between his thighs, and can't help but exhale shakily. The action makes the former withdraw, coming out from underneath the blanket and looking up at him with caring yet serious eyes.
"Are you sure you want this, Joonie?"
"Yes, I want it, baby. Just mind my leg, okay?"
Yoongi nods and dips back beneath the cover. Once he's done, he notices how the younger male's eyes stay closed, but relaxed, as a wave of exhaustion washes over him. He snuggles into his warmth again and kisses him gently, a slightly odd aftertaste present but not entirely off-putting, then looks to him for validation.
"Was that okay?"
"The best." the blue-haired sighs tiredly.
Slightly reassured, the elder lays his head on his husband's shoulder and shuts his eyes, one arm stretched around his torso so he can hold him tightly.
"You're gonna have to take care of me all day tomorrow, y'know."
"I know, gorgeous." he mumbles into his lover's warmth. "I'll carry you around all day if I have to."
"Good." Joon lets out a soft chuckle, then yawns. "G'night, Yoon."
"Night, Joonie-bug."