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...
I HAVE to move right now! All I hear is his despaired sobs. And his stories. It's so beautiful that he's telling me this. He's telling me about Jisoo. Jisoo is Yoongis ex, but unfortunaly she's dead now. Yoongi must have loved her much. I mean, it has been nine years and he's still over here, sobbing for his girlfriend. And the fact that I'm laying here, looking dead, seems to trigger his memories.
He's talking about Jisoo, I'm not really listening. Instead, I'm trying to make my hand move. It's so freaking hard. I never knew moving a body part could be this hard. Wait! I think I got it!
Yoongi freezes for a while and gets completely silent. Then he screams:
"Call a doctor! Get a doctor! He moved!"
I hear footsteps and a closing door. I depsperatly need help to open my eyes. I wanna wake up!
Finally I start to see the bright hospital light. Yoongi is leaning against my side and probably haven't noticed I've opened my eyes. "Y-o-n" I manage to say with a super hoarse voice.
"Jimin! You're awake! I knew it! I knew you'd never leave me!" His eyes fills with tears and Yoongi starts to cry.
Our reunion is disturbed by a random voice. "Mr. Min. I heard he's awake. Let's see." Cold hands touch my face and lift the tube away from my nose. It immediatly feels like a giant weight is gone from my shoulders. Because of this I try to sit up. "Jiminshi! Be careful!" Yoongi shrieks. The doctor says some bullshit about being careful but I don't care about that.
The doctor takes some random test and gives me some medicin I swallow without thinking. I'm just too tired to think or ask what it is.
During the whole time, Yoongi is sitting beside me, looking concerned. When I turn his way our gazes meet and he immediatly smiles wide. It's one of the cutest things ever.
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"How are you?" Yoongi asks while still looking in my eyes.
"Better.." I smile weakly.
"Better be. I was very worried. If you had ... I don't know what I would do."
"Don't say that, you could have just hired someone else" I chuckle even tho it's not a bit funny. He stares straight into my eyes. I shut up immediately. "That's not what I meant" Yoongi says, dead serious."I mean...I like you. We have become close in a short time. You are like my best friend. I don't wanna lose you." He adds. We continue talking like this for a while before I remember something.
"Wait...Yoongi...my mom?" I question, hoping he would understand what I'm wondering. "Uh..." He's squirming in his wheelchair, looking everywhere but me. I get it, she's dead. " "She's..." he tries. "It's fine. I get it."
I hate all this. Why can't anything in my life work out. Everything seems so easy for everyone else. But for me, everything bad happends. Almost like a bad author writes everything bad she can come up with.
