THE LOVE BEYOND FEAR

1 . He can't die

Yoongi's Pov

Jimin... my Jimin, lying there so still, his usually vibrant skin now pale and marred.

The doctors had given up hope, said his injuries were just too severe. His body, the one I'd craved to hold and cherish, was failing him, piece by agonizing piece.

Namjoon and Jin kept trying to soothe me, their voices soft and laced with concern, but their words were like whispers in a storm.

Taehyung, tried to distract me, but all I could see was Jimin's closed eyes, the faint rise and fall of his chest a fragile reminder of how quickly he was slipping away.

Namjoon : "He's not going to make it, Yoongi,"

Namjoon had said, his voice thick with sorrow.

Namjoon : "We need to prepare ourselves."

Prepare? How could I prepare for losing him? My Jimin, who'd filled my life with laughter and warmth, who'd patiently listened to my ramblings about bio-engineering and genetic research. My Jimin, who'd spent hours just holding my hand, his touch soothing my anxieties. My Jimin, who I hadn't loved enough, who was about to be ripped away from me before I could even begin to express the depth of my feelings.

Yoongi : "No, he can't die,"

I choked out, a wave of despair crashing over me.

Yoongi : "I haven't loved him enough, he can't just... fade away like this."

The memories flooded back, a bittersweet tapestry of our time together.

Like that first date, a clumsy, sweet affair at a tiny cafe tucked away in a quiet street. He'd spilled his coffee, his cheeks flushing a bright pink, while I'd just laughed, finding his awkwardness endearing. He'd told me about his dreams of becoming a doctor, his passion sparkling in his eyes, and I'd been captivated.

We'd spent countless evenings tucked away in my small lab, him meticulously explaining the intricate workings of the human body while I'd peppered him with questions about his work, buzzing with a thrill of curiosity.

i'd always been more comfortable in the logical realm of science, letting numbers and equations define my world, but Jimin had taught me the beauty of emotion, the vulnerability of a heart that beats outside the sterile confines of a lab.

He'd laugh at my attempts to draw, my lack of artistic talent, and I'd find myself laughing with him, the sound bubbling up from deep within, filling the space between us with lightness and love.

Flash back ~

I remembered the time he'd surprised me with a picnic in the middle of our university campus, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and pink, painting the sky in a vibrant masterpiece.

He'd packed my favourite snacks, a silly little grin dancing on his lips as he handed me a sandwich he'd painstakingly made himself. It was the first time I'd realised how deeply I was falling for him.

He'd leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder as we watched the stars appear, his quiet breaths a comforting rhythm against my skin.

Jimin : "Yoongi,"

he'd whispered, his voice soft, a tender note in his usual bright tone,

Jimin : "I think I'm falling for you too."

And in that moment, surrounded by the cool night air and the sparkling lights of the city spread out before us, I knew I was truly home.

Our shared life was a symphony of contrasting colours and textures. His vibrant energy and passion for helping others had always been a foil to my more reserved and meticulous nature. We'd complemented each other in a way that was both unexpected and deeply comforting. We'd carved out little rituals that became our touchstones - his morning coffee brewed just the way he liked it, a quick peck on the cheek before he rushed off to the hospital, our late-night conversations filled with dreams and anxieties.