Yoongi is a diabled millionaire. He's...surviving. That's pretty much it.
But when he hired a new caretaker for his home that seemed to change. Park Jimin quickly becomes his best friend and they spend all time together. But after just a short time...
"The visitor hours has come to an end. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." He says. Oh no, I don't wanna go home yet. I have to stay with Yoongi. "B-but I-...Can I please stay the night?" Why did I stutter?! He's not gonna take me seriously.
"And who are you may I ask? His brother?" "No..I'm...his maid..." "He's my brother. Let him stay." Yoongi interrupts.
"Unfortunaly no. Only parents of the patient can stay the night. You are welcome again at 10 am tomorrow." Stupid doctor. Can't he understand Yoongi can't be on his own. It's not fair.
"Okay..." I walk out of the room with my head low with disappoinment. I wanted to spend more time with Yoongi. Especially since he's ill, I didn't even get to know what happend to him. I always feel so safe around him. He protects me and now I want to protect him.
Because I can't speak to him I guess a message will do.
You changed contact name from Yoongi to Yoon🐈
Jiminie: How are you feeling?
Yoon🐈: I'm ok. You?
Jiminie: Of course I'm okay! It wasn't me who got hurt!
Yoon🐈: I guess
Jiminie: What even happened ? Did they tell you?
Yoon🐈: I'd rather not talk about it i don't feel comfortable
Jiminie: Okay hyung 😇 Whatchu wanna talk about?
Yoon🐈: don't know When are you pciking me up tomorrow? *picking
Jiminie: You still trust me enough to do that?
Yoon🐈: Why wouldn't I?
Jimine: It was me who drove the car
Yoon🐈: and? The doctors told me you did CPR and saved me.
Jiminie: I guess i did but it was me who put you in danger in the first place.
Yoon🐈: mhm Tomorrow you coming right? The doctors will tell what's wrong with me
Jiminie: Nothing is wrong with you Yoon
Yoongis pov:
All alone I lay in the hospital bed. All alone in the world. Most of the time I like being alone, but now it just feels awkward. Without help I can't get anywhere, not even to the restoom. My wheelchair isn't here and without it I can't move. In addition, my heart aches, both from real pain and from regret. The memory of the car ride 9 years ago comes back, and my lungs feel tighter. I can't get any oxygen. When I think back to the accident, I feel tears welling up. This is how it was:
Me and my girlfriend Jisoo were out driving. We were on our way home from the club, both had been drinking, but we insisted it was fine to drive anyway. She was at the driver's seat and I sat next to her. I sat on the same side as the roadside. It was a dark night, hardly any street lights where we were driving. The radio was on at full volume, and we danced together. Her hands kept leaving the steering wheel, both from fatigue and joy.
Suddenly, in the middle of the fun, she accidentally hit the steering wheel with her knee. The car turned suddenly almost 90 degrees and drove into the ditch. The front of the car got stuck in the ditch and the rest continued forward. Me and Jisoo were locked under the car, I don't remember feeling any pain, just trying to wake Jisoo up. She was stuck and car parts were between us. I think she was spiked by something. For what felt like an eternity I just sat there and screamed her name. Destroyed, with tears flowing. Not once did I hear my name back.
I have no idea how long it was before I heard sirens. We were pulled out of the ditch and pryed out of the car. Both were transported to hospital by ambulance. But not together. I never saw her again.
When I arrived at the hospital I had to go thru countless tests and x-rays. I still remember the second I tried standing up for the first time and felt my legs go numb. My legs weren't a part of my body anymore. I lost them. I lost everything that day, only 18 years old. I lost my legs, my life and the love of my life, Jisoo.
Ever since I've been trying to forget. I'd never felt like this before, and still she was pulled away from me. This made me realise I am never gonna find love again. And I will not try. I can't do that, not to her. If I stay pure until we meet again, she will still love me. But even if I didn't, she would still love me, that's her. But still, I have to do this for her.
Jisoo was always the energic and happy of us. She never cried, but if I did, she would always make jokes and kiss me til I felt better. If I felt ill she cooked me a soup and gave me medicine. If I felt great she packed a picnic and drove us to new places to explore. If I struggled in school, she brought a calculator and explained the assignment to me.
Jisoos biggest dream was to make a clothing company which donated all their spare to homelss kids. I fullfiled that dream for her. When I turned 23 I was already a multibillionaire with a brand named K-J clothes. Not by the profit of the clothes, no, by all the interviews and branding. Me and my coworkers are world wide known.
She would be so proud if she saw me now. Maybe she does, I really hope Jisoo is watching me from heaven.
My Jisoo. I miss her so much it feels like my heart's going to vanish. It never gets better. That's the reason I said no to an amputation on my legs. If she's going to suffer, I have to do the same. That's not the way she would have wanted me to, but for me it's the only way to sleep at night. If not maybe I will forget her.
And I could never. I will never stop loving you my Kim Jisoo. ❤
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(R.I.P. This gorgeus angel. We all love you.)
(What are your thought? Personally I was really sad when I wrote this part for the first time in swedish, but it was better now. No tears shedded. And also, I have chocolat. I'm so happy. 😁 Bye baaaaeeees xoxo Ellie)
