Forced to be his ♡✔️

45 . Because.... ❤️

Yoongi's Pov

"That fucker, Jimin, he's playing some kind of prank on me, but I know better, he can't forget me.

Doctor said he needs to eat lot's of fruits and rest, so I brought him a whole bag of Kiwis and pomegranates.

It's not like I actually wanted to do this, but seeing him again, even if it was in this hospital, filled me with a weird kind of warmth. It felt off, like a feeling I hadn't had in ages."

I pushed open the hospital doors, the medicine air hitting me, that same smell I always hated.

I clutched the bag tighter, trying to ignore the knot forming in my stomach. I had this fleeting sense of hope, thinking maybe this was finally a chance to make things right with him, to maybe even... apologize.

But then, my heart sank. The window seat, where he had been just hours before, was empty.

Yoongi : "Jimin?"

My voice cracked, a tremor running through me. My eyes darted across the room, searching, scanning the faces of the other patients, hoping he was just hiding, playing some sick, cruel game.

I rushed towards the nurses' station, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Yoongi : "Have you seen Park Jimin? He's supposed to be here,"

I demanded, my voice cracking. The nurses just stared at me blankly, their faces as emotionless as the hospital walls.

Nurse : "We haven't seen him, Mr. Park. Is he discharged?"

One of them finally spoke, her voice monotone.

My hope, that fragile glimmer I had clutched onto, shattered. I ran a hand through my hair, my mind racing, trying to come up with any possible explanation. He couldn't have just vanished. This wasn't a joke, not anymore. I needed to find him, needed to make sure he was okay.

I searched every corner of the ward, every room, my heart pounding against my ribs. My eyes stung, raw from the desperate searching. I couldn't find him anywhere.

My legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the cold, sterile floor, the bag of fruit spilling onto the tiles.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

Yoongi : "Jimin... don't play games with me..."

I whispered, my voice choked with fear.

The sound of footsteps cut through my despair.

Namjoon : "Yoongi?"

Namjoon's voice, calm and steady, reached me. I looked up, my vision blurry, and saw him standing over me. He was always calm, always level-headed.

Namjoon : "Yoongi, what happened? Why are you on the floor?"

I choked out a sob, pointing at the empty space by the window.

Yoongi : "Jimin... he's not here... I can't find him."

Namjoon's eyes widened.

Namjoon : "He's not here? But he..."

He knelt beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Namjoon : "Let's try to think clearly, Yoongi. Have you asked the nurses about his discharge?"

I shook my head, my voice hoarse.

Yoongi : "I asked, but they said they haven't seen him. He just... disappeared."

He took a deep breath, trying to soothe my growing panic.

Namjoon : "We'll figure this out, Yoongi. We have to,"