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Chapter 18, Yoongi and jimin

Chapter 18
Yoongi

Yoongi

The week had crawled by, but finally, Jimin's discharge day arrived. Our families had gathered at the hospital, along with Taehyung and Jungkook, who were set to be married soon. The atmosphere was light, filled with relief and anticipation, but my mind was elsewhere.

I stepped forward, my gaze landing on Jimin's mother. "I was wondering... Could I take Jimin to our house?" My voice was gentle, careful. "It might help him remember some things from before."

Her hesitation was immediate. I could see the worry in her eyes as she glanced at Jimin, who was engaged in conversation with the hospital staff, completely unaware of our discussion. "Are you certain it's safe? Yoongi son, I know you're his husband, but..." Her words trailed off, uncertainty lacing her tone.

I swallowed, pushing back my own doubts. "Please," I murmured. "It could make a difference. It might help him recall his memories."

There was a brief pause before she sighed and nodded. "Alright. If you believe it will help, then go ahead."

Relief flooded through me, but I didn't let it show. Instead, I turned to the doctor, who gave me a firm look. "Make sure to bring him back for his monthly check-ups," he instructed. "And remember, don't pressure him. Let him remember at his own pace. Forcing it could do more harm than good."

I nodded. "I understand. Thank you, doctor."

By the time I returned to Jimin's side, he was waving goodbye to the hospital staff, his face lit up with a smile that tugged at something deep in my chest. The nurses seemed reluctant to let him go, their fond smiles lingering as they bid him farewell.

With a small chuckle, I leaned in, speaking just loud enough for him to hear. "Alright, ready to go, Jimin?"

He turned to me, eyes bright, and grinned. "Yeah!"

I opened the car door for him, watching as he settled inside before waving once more at the staff. "Goodbye, everyone!" he called out cheerfully.

I slid into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. Taking him home-it felt like a step toward something I wasn't sure I was ready for. But for Jimin, I'd take that step, no matter where it led.

The drive home had been quiet, and by the time we arrived, Jimin had dozed off in the passenger seat. I stepped out first, unlocking the front door before returning to grab his hospital bags. After placing them inside, I circled back to Jimin's side and opened the door, only to pause at the sight before me.

Jimin was curled up in his seat, his chest rising and falling steadily, a soft pout on his lips as he slept. My heart clenched. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. A small smile tugged at my lips as I whispered, "Aigoo, you look so cute."

Carefully, I slid my arms under him, lifting him in a bridal carry. His head naturally rested against my shoulder, his warmth seeping into me. I used my foot to nudge the car door shut before carrying him inside. As soon as I entered, I took him straight to his old room and laid him on the freshly made bed. The room was cool, but I still draped a light blanket over him to make sure he was comfortable.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I stepped back, glancing around the room. Since I had stayed at the hospital all week, I hadn't had the chance to clean. Thankfully, I had asked one of the maids from the Min family mansion to tidy up beforehand. Everything was in place, spotless.

With that weight off my shoulders, I went to the laundry room and tossed Jimin's dirty clothes into the washing machine. As it hummed to life, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Cooking was a mindless task for me, something to focus on. It kept my thoughts from spiraling.