Trying to keep my emotions under control because there was nothing I could do to change the situation, my friend and former manager was traveling back home. I love him like family because he's watched me grow up, working hard alongside me to this day... I know he's just a phone call away, but it's not the same as having him here, even if it's just to give me strength with a pat on the shoulder.
The walk to the hospital was a little awkward because everyone was silent. I glanced at the man next to me, lost in thought; he didn't seem nervous about his operation. I hadn't noticed Yoongi's presence at all. He's a bit distant compared to the others. The night we spent together, I didn't think he'd open his cell enough to be indifferent to sleeping in that disheveled position for hours. The lights of the dark streets make his pale skin glow; I'd noticed that detail before.
We arrived at the dark, empty hospital parking lot. It started to rain, and the place looked like something out of a horror movie. The freezing air sapped my courage, and I struggled to follow them inside the building. I had the feeling Yoongi was looking in my direction, but I didn't try to make eye contact.
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I walked along thinking about the rebellious girl who will be with me for a long time. She hides her face from me, which is adorable and new. Baby never cares who's looking at her, always strong and confident... but since that man left, she's become small and unable to face me, as she usually does, with that arrogant look.
The night before, she had completely accepted the situation, not giving enough importance to her personal space, when she fell asleep in my bed as if it were the safest room in the world. Baby had been mischievous that morning, telling the boys about my "morning incident," and didn't even care what they thought of her for sharing my bed.
I realized that any movement startled her, so I asked her why she wasn't hurrying up, offering her my hand as she walked a step behind me. Baby didn't let go of my hand until I needed to use it and do what the nurse told me to do to arrange my admission to the hospital. Her eyes widened when she realized who I was; she probably knew someone famous was coming, but not that it was me.
Baby also explained the importance of doing everything discreetly and using her stage name to ensure that no one unrelated to me could obtain information about me. My identity as a patient will for now be Honey Brown, Baby's husband. The nurse was delighted with the new name and the jovial behavior the girl was now showing us.
I was confused. How long could she keep up this childlike facade? Just a moment ago, she'd been using my hand to keep calm in the awful night the weather had decided to throw our way. I studied the behavior of this stranger who could flash a bright smile to a middle-aged woman, after how broken she seemed earlier, when that man took his flight. Had the love I thought I had for her vanished? Was it all fake? Because this was becoming so unsettling that I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Once we were alone in the room, she was closing the door as she had been told, but I used that opportunity to open my mouth next to her ear while all she could do was look at that door and feel my body behind her; she shuddered in her position as soon as my breath reached her ear.
"What are you?" I waited for an answer, to see if she'd push me back, but she just stayed as close as possible to the damn door. I moved even closer, placing one foot on either side of hers.
"Where's all that sadness you brought from the airport? Are you such a good actress that you can change your mood so easily?" I said in a raspy voice because I didn't want anyone outside to hear me.
Baby didn't answer that question, and it's burning me up inside. I hate it when people stay silent when I'm being serious, so I turned her around to get my answer. She was looking to the side, but I slowly lifted her face; I didn't want to hurt her. She followed suit without hesitation.
We kept our gaze fixed on each other. Baby didn't try to escape. I couldn't understand her. Her breathing became rapid, and I repeated my first question so close to her that I could feel her lips with the tip of my tongue as I licked my own, as I do habitually when I'm ignored and as frankly frustrated as I am at this moment.
Someone knocked on the door and I rushed to the bathroom, took advantage of the moment, washed off my makeup, and tried to calm down. I was about to have surgery and all I could think about was her and how close I'd come. I'm usually straightforward when I want to be, but I'd never stalked anyone like this before. I looked at my reflection and couldn't understand myself either.
"Baby, can you bring me my hospital gown? I forgot it somewhere," I asked, and she politely told me to give her a moment. I finished washing up and brushing my teeth when she knocked on the door.
She came in and handed me the garment. I didn't take it; shaking my head, I told her where she could leave it. Baby turned away to leave me alone so I could change, but I didn't want to let her get away.
"Help me change," came out like an order, and she looked at me. Before deciding to do it, Baby tried not to touch my abdomen while she lifted my shirt; my good arm was out without much effort.
- Now put your hands under this and cover my earrings - I demanded. She was going to do it from behind, but I positioned her the way I wanted, so I could see her face.
She looked gorgeous, all pink from blushing so much. Baby was trembling as she carefully protected my ears, so nothing would get caught by accident. I could do it myself without a problem, but I wanted to play along with her. I took her wrists and lowered her hands, making it impossible for her not to slide her palms down my torso to my waist. Baby backed away as soon as I let go. I made her tie my robe before telling her I'd take over myself. As I maneuvered my belt to unbuckle it, her eyes widened before she turned to slip outside.
I took my time to gather my things and take them outside with me so she could fold them and put them in the suitcase we had prepared earlier. Baby even took care of the things I had in my pockets.
The nurse looked me up and down as I climbed onto the bed so she could take my temperature and check my blood pressure. Everything was fine; the woman seemed about my age, and I recognize that kind of behavior that some girls do at fan meetups. I don't mind it, as long as they respect personal space.
The nurse prepared to insert the IV into my good arm, taking her time to decide where to place it. She wrote everything down on my chart, told us to try to rest until they came to prepare me for surgery, and emphasized that my "visitor" couldn't use the spare bed. Baby gave her a polite nod before mimicking the nurse's instructions. I try my best not to laugh because her mood swings are difficult to manage.
Without warning, she started changing into a nice pair of pajamas. I was about to protest, but my thoughts about what was right vanished when I saw all that exposed tanned skin, then covered by that outfit, perfect for walking around the hospital. With a big sweater, I could leave the room without looking bad, just comfortable.
We tried to sleep, but I'm a night owl and I still want answers. Before we even had a chance to talk, Baby was wondering if I was still awake.
- Yeah, I doubt I'll be able to sleep until they drug me - the only way to sleep these days was lying on my good side, but with the IV it was impossible to do it without damaging the needle.
Baby lowered the armrests of her chair, which didn't look very comfortable, and told me to come with her and try to sleep on her lap. She was using her yellow sweatshirt as a pillow, so I took my pillow to replace it. The girl told me to climb on top of her and get comfortable. We were more like sitting up compared to last night, but it was very comfortable. We were able to cover ourselves to stay warm, although our feet remained uncovered, but with the warmth of the hospital, we let it be.
"I can't understand it... you're so hard to read... your mood changes so easily..." I said, turning my face to look at her. Baby was very close; I could smell the scent on her, the hotel products, the same ones I used to get ready this morning.
My mood doesn't change that easily... it's just that others don't need to know what I don't want them to notice. I don't mind being a crybaby in your presence, that's why I didn't bother pretending to be okay when I was alone, away from all the people who really care about me and your way of being. That makes me focus on the present, solely on what you say or do. That's never happened to me before... I usually have a lot of self-control, and I don't believe anyone's words easily. I know I'm not very physically shy because I grew up with many people who had to manipulate my body as needed to perform their parts. I've also had my share of inappropriate (dance) partners... but nothing truly bad ever happened to me. I was definitely able to protect myself or ask for help at any time. I accidentally moved at the same time as her, and we were really close. With my arms at my sides, she moved hers around my waist, trying not to touch me inappropriately.
I wanted to take it, but not here. I'd like them to leave us alone in a more suitable place and under different conditions.
"I'm sorry for bothering you earlier... you're very frustrating... I think I need to get to know you better... before being so intense with you." Her breathing became heavier, and I could feel her heart pounding like crazy when I said those words.
"I don't know much about men, I have friends, but I'm not open with them... in my head I start hearing no, no, no... stop them, but right now my thoughts are completely useless, they're completely focused on you Yoongi, on your voice and how comfortable I am, on what I could do to make you do more, I... I want to kiss you right now... I'm not going to start anything... my body just wants your attention," Baby said, mixing languages.
"You can touch me," I said bluntly, moving one of my thumbs to lightly touch her skin. She replied that I was a demon but didn't move. I began to feel ready to fall asleep.
- Baby... let me give you a goodnight kiss - not moving at all.
"I can't... if I do, I might fall in love with such a sweet gift," she said, nuzzling my neck with her nose so I couldn't reach it. I playfully bit her before we fell asleep.
At one point, I felt something like a drop of water fall on my skin, but she was sleeping peacefully, holding me in place so I wouldn't fall off the chair. I tried to focus on what was bothering me, but a loud bang on the door startled us, making us grab each other. She told me to hold on tight, and Baby moved us. She was strong enough to pick me up like a baby and sit me on the bed before dragging her feet away to reach the doorknob and open it.
The nurse entered, trying to guess what had happened in the room, but finding us both half-awake and perfectly dressed, she switched back into her seductive mode to prepare me to receive the doctor.
She turned on the light, almost burning my eyes, and Baby pulled a cap out of her bag to shield them. I took her hand as she walked away to go to the bathroom. She came out more alert and helped me out of bed so I could go too. I wanted to wash my face and mouth, but my arms were numb, and I couldn't move my good arm because of the IV, which was blocking the movement in my elbow.
Baby came inside and used a damp cloth to help me wash up and lightly brushed my teeth, then left me to finish my things alone since I wasn't wearing many clothes.
The doctor was already in the room, asking how I had slept the night and she told him how I was able to sleep and after that he redrew the marks on my shoulder, the previous ones had faded a little, they sat me in a wheelchair and changed the IV to the back of my hand, I was very grateful for that.
A guard stayed in our room watching our things. Baby only took our phones, which were charging, and I unlocked mine so she could use it if she needed to. She called my parents, but it must have been my brother who answered, because she asked for my mother, and he probably said something about the time, because she moved the phone away from her ear.
I asked him while we were moving around the hospital, and I told my brother to shut his mouth and tell everyone that I was about to have surgery, and I hung up. It bothers me when he acts without thinking.
We got into the elevator, but she didn't answer the call until we were safely out of the machine. It was my mother, who wanted to hear my voice before going in, and I told them I loved them all and that she could talk to Baby all she wanted, and also not to worry. She asked me if the girl next to me was pretty, and I just answered "very," trying to be clever enough so Baby wouldn't notice. My mother asked if we were in a relationship, but I told her not yet and ended the call then.
I had a moment to talk to Baby while they were getting ready to enter the disinfected area.
"Give me a kiss before I go," I said, and she looked at me. Baby glanced around and gave me a quick kiss, putting our masks back on and putting on the cap she'd put on me earlier. Her eyes watered a little, but she held it back. They led me inside, and I never saw her again.