Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 24

Jimin POV

I frown lightly at the sight of Yoongi looking so very exhausted and heartbroken, looking so sullen, as though he's truly giving up at this point. It shatters any small remains of my heart that has been in pieces since the night everything fell apart the first time, suspecting that this is due to the fact that I wasn't here when he returned. It certainly hadn't been intentional, I genuinely thought I'd be able to be back before he was. I hadn't even realized so much time had passed just in trying to convince Hobi that things weren't what we'd originally thought they might've been, in trying to come up with the perfect game plan and timeline for execution.

I knew we weren't meeting the moment Yoongi was leaving for the doctors, but I guess I didn't really expect anything to take as long or as little of time as any of it had. I don't even want to know how long he's been here alone for, knowing the longer it's been, the worse my situation will be with the elder.

"Hyung, I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got back, Yoongi, but I promise I wasn't gone because of any of the reasons you're thinking. I told you that you're who I want, that I want all the time with you that we've got. I meant that, hyung. I promise." I murmur softly, head tilting lightly as I reach out to carefully brush some of his hair out of his face. His head lulls in my direction before his eyes are fluttering open, uncertainty drowning in his dark orbs.

"You didn't even want to be there with me today at the doctors. You weren't even here when I got back. I think that says enough, Jiminie." Yoongi breathes out, lips trembling despite the lack of tears to match. My frown grows at this, heart sinking as realization sets in.

"I'm sorry for not being there with you today, baby. I... I'm so sorry, Yoon." I mumble out, tears forming in my eyes as his face scrunches up in distaste at my apology. He turns his head to stare back up at the ceiling, making me begin to wonder just how out of touch I'd been with reality this morning to have missed something as big as this.

I had already planned out the meeting with everyone for today when Yoongi had scheduled his doctors appointment, and I hadn't even thought twice about it. I knew Yoongi wouldn't want to be around for the conversation with everyone about getting Hobi and Tae back on the same page regarding our relationship and trying to plan out how to get Taemin to confess to ruining the two of us. I knew I needed to have the conversation with the others though, the sooner I could get that moving and start working towards figuring out how to free us from Taemin's hell, the better. And for as little as Yoongi wanted to talk about his condition, I didn't even consider the possibility that he'd have wanted me to be there with him when he went to his appointment. I didn't even ask him if he wanted me to go.

"Hyung, I only left so that I could go talk with Jungkook and Hoseok about what's going on with us and about the fact that we suspect Taemin is the one doing all of this to us. I didn't even think I'd be gone that long, and I'm sorry I wasn't here for you when you got back. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today for your appointment. I didn't even think about the fact that you might've wanted me there. I promise, baby, I didn't skip your appointment today and leave because I was trying to get out of this. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was giving you space and privacy that I thought you'd want, and I went to try and figure out a way to get our freedom back. Nothing else." I explain softly, reaching out to take his hand closest to me in mine.

There's tears in his eyes when he lulls his head back in my direction, so many emotions running through them as he nearly seems to scan my face for any possible proof that I'm lying. I just offer him a tiny smile though, lacing our fingers together before leaning over to press a kiss to the side of his head, hoping that something will provide him with the reassurance he clearly seems to need. And it seems to be enough as he breaks down just seconds later, allowing his body to collapse into mine.

I don't miss a beat, wrapping my arms gently around him, trying hard not to cry myself and how much I clearly let him down today. I make the mental note to ensure I don't do something like this again, especially not when I know fully well that he's got what I know he doesn't want sat on the table in front of us at the moment. I'd caught sight of it when walking over here, had seen the pill bottles and all of the different papers laid out in front of him, and I couldn't be more proud of the man in my arms for being willing and brave enough to follow through on this, even without me there with him.