Disabled I YM

8

Jimins pov:

When I arrive at the hospital I get asked by the nurses to wait by the door. I wait for a few moments before a doctor nods at me and we walk in together. Yoongi is laying in the hospital bed sleeping.

The doctor signs me to wake him up. I carefully make my way to his bed and stroke my fingers against his left cheek. "Yoongi?" I whisper. A pair of sleepy eyes meet mine before he closes them again. "J-jimin?" His voice is hoarsy and I can bearly hear it.

"Yeah. I'm here."

I lean down and wrap my arms around his. I know I have carried him before but he just feels so light this time. Has he already lost wight?

"Okay so mr. Min, mr. Park, my name is Dr. Kang and I am the assigned doctor for mr. Min Yoongi." Doctor Kang says. Yoongi grips my waist harder, almost like he feels safe with me. "Okay." I answer.

"We did some tests on mr. Min yesterday, and we think we have figured out what happened yesterday." I nod again.

"This is how it was, as you both know, Mr. Mine was in a car accident 9 years ago. When we talked to him before, it seemed like he was in the car yesterday, getting some kind of flashbacks. He felt extremely anxious and stressed, causing his body to go into overdrive. A rare type of panic attack because of how high his blood presure became. Because of this, he hyperventilated and stopped breathing. Then his heart stopped. You got a stroke then mr. Min."

"A-aa...stroke?"
"Yes. But you are fine now."
"Oh...is there any residuel effects that can come to cause due to a stroke?" Poor guy. He looks terrified.

"Sometimes yes. But also, since you are in a wheelchair already, I don't think it will." Great.
"Oh-okay..."

"I'm gonna give you two some time to think about this. I will be back in an hour or so." Dr. Kang reports and leaves the room. The mood immediatly changes to awkward. We both just avoid the others gaze.

"S-so...a panik attack...?" I stutter.
"I guess..."
"Do you have any idea why you became stressed out?"
"I...umm...it's kinda childish..."
"I don't think so. I know we haven't been friends that long but I know I am way more childish than you. I am also younger. I am 24. How old are you?"

"27. But still. I don't wanna talk about it. Could you drive home and get me some clothes before driving me home?" Yoongi asks me. I nod and leave after saying bye.

Yoongis pov:

A few hours later

The door knocks and a shy Jimin enters. His hair is tied in a manbun and he changed clothes. His hoodie is grey and a pair of REALLY tight black jeans. His thighs is just...wow...I never seen suh thighs on a man before. It's damn sexy. His crotch looks so good....Yoongi where are you looking?! I'm such a weirdo but I swear I feel my own dick twitch.

(Like this but his hair is blonde. Jiminie is shyyy)

"H-hi..." he blushes. I swear I have a boner by now. It's not fair how a human that isn't Jisoo can have such effect on me.

"Hi."

"S-shall we leave no..w?" I nod. But then I remember my boner...Oh shit...

"Nevermind..can we stay a bit longer? You can lay down with me if you'd like?"

He sets the bag with my clothes down on the floor, pushes his phone into his pocket and comes over to me. Shyly, he leans forward and sits on the edge of the bed. His hair falls into his eyes.

I'm kind of passing out at this point. Jimin makes me so nervous.

"Can you lie next to me?" I repeat.

Slowly he nods and pulls off his shoes. Then he crawls under the covers. The bed is small, so our arms touch each other. I decide to be brave and take his hand under the covers. But I'm still not going to start a conversation, let him do that because I did everything else.

I feel his little chubby hand close around mine. Then I lie and smile to myself for a while, before I think about Jisoo. What am I doing?! Quick as lightning, I pull my hand away. What am I doing?! Am I cheating?

(Hi! 

I just got my nails done! I'm very proud. First I wasn't, but I stepped out of my comfortzone and asked her to change it, and now I'm proud. Don't be afraid to ask someone to adapt after you, after all you are paying them. 

Unfortunaly writing with long nails is impossible. I'm slower than my 5 year old brother. I hope I an still give u 2 chapters every week. Well, love u, see u next week. xoxo Ellie)

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