The Earthquake of 2016 | A BTS Story

Discussion: Diagnosis One

Seokjin and Jimin were back at the hospital, waiting in the emergency room for Yoongi to be okay. Just before Jimin was about to sleep on Seokjin's shoulder, a doctor walked up to them. "You're waiting for Min Yoongi?" They asked. "Yes, we are." Seokjin nodded. "You may see him now. Follow me." The doctor turned around, and Jimin jumped up. They followed them up two floors, and entered a room with Yoongi on a hospital bed. "He's a little loopy from the meds, but I'll return soon." He said, and left them alone.

"Yoongi hyung, I'm so happy you're okay." Jimin kept his tone low as he approached his sleepy hyung. "It happens a lot, I'm okay." Yoongi whispered, rubbing his head softly with his eyes closing. "Hyung, do you have  seizure disorder? I don't want to be mean, but we were worried for you back there..." Jimin asked, as Seokjin sat down in a green chair next to the bed.

"Well, not necessarily..." Yoongi said. "I have an inoperable brain tumor, it causes me to have seizures some times but not very often. I was supposed to die when I was five, but here I am...my doctor's say I'm a one in a billion, but it's hard to really believe them sometimes..." He explained. Jimin's eyes filled with tears. "Oh hyung-" "Please, don't. Don't cry. I only wanted to thank Seokjin hyung, even though it was a waste of time. I don't want to get connected to many people, because I know it'll hurt when I suddenly die one day..." Yoongi cut him off. "Any day could be the day, it's pressing against my skull and once a year I have to go into surgery so they can remove a small piece so I can still speak and understand words-" Jimin cut him off with a hug.

Yoongi rarely gave or received hugs, despite basically living in the hospital all his life. Even when he was a kid. He wasn't very familiar with what to do in the situation of a hug. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to stick around for a while..." Jimin told him, hugging him tight but being careful of the wires and machines attached to him. Yoongi felt like crying, but the build up of the tears in his eyes hurt his head; he didn't cry often because it hurt. The pressure behind his eyes of the fluids rushing was painful.

"Me too." Seokjin interrupted. Jimin pulled back and sat down next to Seokjin. "We're all alone, maybe we can be alone together. None of us seem to have family or many friends..." He added. "My family gave up on me when I was fourteen...they didn't want to wake me up for school one day and end up trying to wake up a dead body." Yoongi told them. "That's horrible..." Jimin wiped his tears, slightly embarrassed. "That's why I don't sleep often...I'm scared I won't wake up." He added on.

Seokjin stood up and stood beside Yoongi. "Wanna move over?" He asked. Confused, Yoongi moved over a little, and Seokjin laid down next to him, looking in his big brown eyes. "We're not scared to be around you. You should get some sleep, it's important." He told him. Yoongi looked down, embarrassed. "Come here." Seokjin pulled him against his chest, and felt Yoongi relax. Seokjin's been told he was a very comfortable person to be around and to cuddle with. "Not sleeping can make it worse..." He whispered, and saw Yoongi close his eyes.

"Thank you, Seokjin hyung..."

Kim Namjoon Focus

"Namjoon!"

Namjoon turned around. "Yes?" He asked. "You need to stay until six, Jisung just quit and we don't have another cashier at the moment. You'll be paid overtime. Okay?" His manager pointed to him. Namjoon nodded.

'I need to continue taking orders until six o'clock...' Namjoon thought to himself. He repeated it to himself a few times, but his thoughts were interrupted by a customer.

"I need a frozen chocolate." She commanded. Namjoon looked down at the screen. "What size?" He asked. "You only have one size- do you not work here or something?" She scoffed. "No, ma'am, I have been here a while." Namjoon shook his head. "And your information is false, we have more than one size now." He added on. "Medium." She spat and got onto her phone. Namjoon looked back down to the computer, but he remembered they only had a small or large.

"We don't have medium. Small or large?" He asked her. "Fine, just get me an apple juice then, since you don't even know your own menu!" She yelled at him, her deep voice echoing in the small coffee shop. Namjoon kept quiet, but he felt someone walk up next to him. Jackson Wang.

"Excuse me, but don't you yell at him for doing his job. If you could possibly waste seven seconds using your eyes to look at our menu before ordering, instead of being glued to your Facebook like an addict, maybe you would know what we have. And if you know how to read, which I doubt since you can't see we don't have a medium frozen chocolate, maybe you could read Namjoon's note and not be impatient to gain calories you're too lazy to burn off. So how about you get out of the store and go back to your depressed of a house and scroll on Facebook alone."

Jackson told her off, attracting two of the other workers making drinks. The customer looked shocked and offended. Namjoon looked down at his feet shyly. "You'll hear from my lawyer!" She yelled and stormed off. "I doubt you have the money for that!" He yelled, as she left the coffee shop angrily.

"You okay, Namjoonie?" Jackson asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not hurt, Jackson hyung." Namjoon told him, turning towards him but not looking up. "You don't need to call me hyung, Joonie, we're the same age. It's okay though." Jackson smiled and ruffled his hair. "Okay, hyung." Namjoon said. Jackson laughed a little. "If anyone's rude to you like that again, just come back and get me, alright?" Jackson fixed Namjoon's hair for him and smiled. "But what if she comes back? You were so mean to her..." Namjoon finally looked up at Jackson.

"Namjoonie, she was mean to you because you're autistic. That's unacceptable, so I simply told her off. If she comes back, come get me." Jackson told him. Namjoon nodded and turned back to the counter. He fixed his badge just next to his name tag that stated he was autistic and 'asked' for patience. He didn't really understand why he needed the whole world to know, but he didn't feel like asking.

Another customer walked up to the counter. "Well that was rude of her..." She told him. Namjoon shrugged. "What would you like to drink or eat?" He asked. "Hm, surprise me." She smiled at him. Namjoon looked puzzled. "I can't." He shook his head. "Oh, okay then. Just a small strawberry milkshake then."