Yoongi was always there—a constant, unwavering presence in your life. He wasn't the type to smother you, but like your husband, he made a point of stepping in when you needed him—discreetly and without fanfare. You were independent, managing your diabetes most of the time, but today life got in the way, and you forgot to take care of yourself.

The day had been hectic—work demanded all your attention from morning until late afternoon. You didn't even notice the time passing as you toiled through a mountain of tasks—your mind was too preoccupied with deadlines and responsibilities. When you finally turned off the computer and returned home, you were exhausted. You didn't even change out of your work clothes—you just kicked off your shoes at the door, grabbed a blanket, and flopped down on the couch. The storm outside seemed to invite you into the comfort of the living room—the rain pattering gently on the windows as you snuggled in, hoping for a few minutes of rest.

You meant to check your blood sugar, but sleep came quickly and the thought faded. The soft hum of the house and the storm outside lulled you into a peaceful doze.

When Yoongi arrived home, he noticed the silence—no TV, no music, just the gentle rhythm of the storm. He dropped his bag and went into the living room. There you were, curled up on the couch, a peaceful sight. His gaze fell on the blood sugar monitor on the coffee table, the screen dark. She forgot again, he thought, knowing you'd gotten busy with the day and left without checking.

With a quiet sigh, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of juice. The sound of the carton mingled with the rain as he inserted a straw into the bottle and crouched beside the couch, gently placing his hand on your arm.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice low and calm. "Wake up for me, will you?"

You shifted slightly, blinking. "I need you to take a sip of this. Your monitor alerted me."