Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 29

Yoongi POV

"How're you holding up in here, hyung?" Namjoon asks from behind me on the couch in my studio. Jimin's working right now, still at BigHit, working on his next comeback. It's supposed to be a full album this time, something that I know he's incredibly excited and nervous for all at once. It takes up a good bit of his time these days though, something unsurprising to myself, though I know he feels bad for it. He's done what he can to make all the time possible for me, but I can see it in his eyes, I know he feels bad that it isn't more.

It hasn't exactly been the easiest thing for me either though, not being able to be anywhere even remotely close to him while he's working like what we used to be able to do. BigHit made a public apology for having let me go and for employing someone as nasty as Taemin, they even reached out to ask if I'd be interested in coming back. I chose not to though, something Jimin was supportive of and even agreed that it was the right decision not to go back, knowing I have far less restrictions and requirements here than what I'd face going back to BigHit. I have a lot more freedom here with Joon, being able to produce what I like when I want, not having to do interviews or tours or shows or anything that I don't want to anymore.

And for the way the chemo has taken its effect on me in the last six months, I'm grateful that I even had this option to begin with, grateful that I don't have to put in extra effort and energy into what I don't I don't want to do. Grateful that I can conserve what little energy I have these days for simply producing the music and spending time and doing things with Jiminie.

"I'm managing." I murmur, reluctantly spinning in my chair to look back at him. He gives me a sad smile, knowing that each day gets just a little bit harder for me, each day bringing just a little more fear flowing through my veins, each day bringing just a little more heartbreak to weigh my body down.

"How's the album coming along?" Joon decides to ask next, clearly trying to tread as lightly as possible without just completely leaving me alone to my own devices. My gaze drops at the question, falling to the engagement ring that encompasses my ring finger, one that Jimin had bought me himself within a week of when he finally began wearing the one I'd gotten him.

"It's almost done. Need like, a day or two more. Then it's good to be released." I breathe out, tucking my lower lip between my teeth as I finish speaking.

After Jimin and I had spoken and finally gotten everything out in the open, he had thought we both needed to start getting back to work. We started changing a lot of things about us and what we were doing, giving us around a week to figure out getting ourselves on our feet alone before figuring out how to get ourselves back to some semblance of normalcy.

The new normal has been somewhat of a heartbreaking shift for me, knowing in the back of my head that none of it will last, everything feeling that much more valuable with the younger than what it used to. It makes being away from him harder, being with him mean that much more.

We go out on dates rather often nowadays, but he doesn't miss mixing it up with the sweetest date nights in as well. I've begun taking him out on dates as well though, not wanting him to be the only one to put in the effort on all of this, knowing that wouldn't be fair of him. I've gone to all of his interviews he's had since he got back to work as well, and he wears the engagement ring everywhere he goes, hasn't hidden it once and hasn't shied away from the question when it gets asked.

He also checks in on me throughout the day each day, calling at random to see how I'm doing, make sure I'm taking my meds, making sure I'm still holding up okay underneath the weight of the meds, asking how my music is coming along. I've had good days and bad days, and he's not hesitated to call out of work with certainty on my bad days, regardless of what that means he's cancelling.

"Let me know when you're feeling ready to release it, hyung. You know I'll be here. You had better let Jimin know too though. Somehow I suspect it'll be my head he's after instead of yours if he isn't here for the release." Namjoon teases lightly, bringing a tiny smile to my face. He is right, Jimin would find a way to pin it on Joon instead of me, and boy would he raise hell over it too.

Joon stands to leave, but my phone rings before he can even walk away from the couch. We both can tell it's an unknown number based off the ringtone, causing him to pause and frown as he looks over in my direction curiously. I frown at the sound as well, shrugging lightly as I turn back to grab the device. The number looks familiar though, and I find myself answering the call, wondering who could be calling me.

"Hello, may I speak with Min Yoongi?"

I frown at the question, gaze falling to the ring on my finger once more, a sight that tends to help keep me calm, a sight that helps to put some levels of anxiety at bay.

"You're speaking to him. Who's this?" I mumble in response, recognizing the voice but not being able to pin why exactly that is.

"Yoongi, this is Doctor Joo. I'd like you to come in for a liver transplant. You're finally next on the list and we've got a blood type match."