Rain [yoonmin]

15

YOONGI'S POV 

"He's Yoongi, Min Yoongi, remember him?" he said. Jimin was sounding hurt and angry at the same time.

"Yoongi? It's been a long time. How are you?" his mother asked. I bowed to them.

"I am standing right here. Talk to me mum."

"You okay darling?" his mother asked in a sweet tone.

"Am I okay? Are you okay? Mom, are you okay?"

"Did I do something?" she asked, bewildered.

"Did you conquer the world or something?" he asked, pointing to the trophy.

"Exactly. We won. Remember mom? I told you about the competition that night?When the anchor asked us about our parents we had to tell them that they couldn't make it because they were busy. It's just been a few days since I last came and you already forgot that I had this competition today, that you were supposed to be there." he cried

"You could have called us once, Jimin. Don't cry like that, you look like a two year old who dropped his candy." His father said harshly.

"I don't remember crying as a kid. I remember being with him, I remember always looking for you, for your love. You always left me alone, but he didn't. So, if you didn't want me, why didn't you just kick me out. Why do you just pay my tuition just because you have to? Yes, I heard your conversations about your stupid responsibilities about me. This competition was so important to me, I wanted to see him smile and I wanted you to be there. This was the last time I was giving myself this opportunity." he was breaking down and I couldn't watch it.

I held him close to me as he cried. All of his pain, the pain he kept in his heart for so long, I wanted to drink it all away at that moment.

"Yoongi, go to my room."

"Why the heck will he go to your room? This is my home, that is my room." his father's voice was cold.

His mother looked terrible, almost as if she saw what was coming.

I didn't want to leave but he looked me in the eyes so I just left but I didn't enter his room. I can't do that. I wanted to listen, I needed to do that.

"Is he your lover, Jimin?" his mother asked.

"That's the first thing you ask mum?" he sounded so hurt, I was crying myself. It was too much to take.

"All these years I have been keeping up with this idiot to protect you, so that you have your identity and this is what I deserve? You come home with your boyfriend and you tell me that I haven't loved you?" his mother screamed.

"What the heck are you saying?" His father was angry and that terrified me.

"Protect me? You weren't there for me when I needed you. Yoongi took care of me all along, loved me all the time. You will not say a word about him. I am leaving. I tried to give you one last chance, but you spoiled it all."

"You think you can get away with that?" his father screamed on top of his lungs and it sent chills down my spine.

I heard something crash to the ground. I peaked to catch a glance but couldn't see anything.

I was not able to take this anymore. I walked downstairs slowly to hear more screaming.

I barged into the living room to see Jimin in his father's fists, the trophy was lying on the ground, broken. Just like my heart was breaking in its place.

I ran to free Jimin from his grip but I was too late. I was too late. He pushed him to the heavy wooden showcase and he fell to the ground with a thud.

I was gone for just five minutes and now there is blood spreading on his shirt.

I was not paralyzed, I was just shocked to see that. To see how a father could do this to his own son.

I am not letting my boy die there but my legs refuse to move. I dragged myself there.

"Jimin, stay with me okay?"

"I am okay." he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

"It's not the time you console me, okay, we need to get to the hospital." His father tried to push me away but his mother threw him to the ground.

I couldn't think straight. I just knew what I had to do.

"Take him away from here Yoongi." his mother cried.

I slowly picked him and he just leaned into my warmth. My tears were all dried against my cheeks.

"Come on baby, I'll get you there. Let's get in the car. I am here with you." It was difficult to get him in the car. My hands were shaking.

"I'll drive, you sit in the back with him." I heard his mother say.

I didn't want to argue, I was just thinking about Jin's mother. She is a neurosurgeon at the city hospital, so I just called Jin.

It kept ringing and I was getting nervous.

Jimin was holding my hand lightly as he lay on my lap.

"Hello?" I heard his tired voice from the other side of the phone.

"Hi Yoongi, are you planning to come to the cafe now? I am not there, Namjoon is there. I came to help ma with some paperwork in the hospital."

"Yes, your mom works in the city hospital right?" my voice was shaking so bad.

"Yes, are you hurt? Is Jimin hurt? You don't sound okay."

"Yeah, Jimin is hurt. He is bleeding a lot. His mom is driving us there. Can you please ask your mother to look into this? I don't really don't know anyone there." I was on the verge of tears.

"Yoongi, Yoongi, calm down okay? I will just tell mom, she is right beside me, okay? Don't worry. Please."

I kept the phone to look down at him. He looked like his color had drained out of him.

"Whose driving us?" he asked in a low voice.

"Your mom." I choked on my own tears.

"Oh."

"Yoon? I am sorry." he cried.

"Baby no, it's not your fault. Just hang in there, okay? We'll reach soon, you'll be better then. We'll go home and make dumplings. Remember the competition, there's something I want to give you and you'll be so happy."

"I am happy with you." he smiled through his pain. God, this is killing me.

His mom drove in silence.

We reached the hospital in about fifteen minutes. I found Jin standing at the doorway with a few people. They were holding a stretcher. God bless this angel.

As soon as he saw me he took charge of the entire thing. I helped Jimin lie on the stretcher and he didn't let go of my hand. His mother followed us to the reception to fill in the details.

Jin Hyung's mother met us in the ER.

"Hi Yoongi." She was talking to me. I just couldn't take my eyes off my Jimin.

 Jin Hyung wrapped his arms around my shoulder.

"He's lost a lot of blood, but don't worry, you got him at the right time. We'll do our best, don't worry. We'll protect our boy, Yoongi."

"I love you, Jimin." I whispered before they took him.