Not So Fine | Yoonmin

Chapter 30

Jimin POV

"Here's a coffee, Jimin."

I sigh, eyes reluctantly opening as I unclasp my hands from behind my neck, sitting up so that I can take the drink from Namjoon. It's just him, me, and Jungkook at the moment, Hoseok wasn't able to get out of his interviews and preparation for his comeback stage that's happening tonight in order to be here at the hospital.

"He's gonna be okay, hyung. Yoongi hyung is strong, he's going to pull through." Jungkook comforts from beside of me in the waiting room, Namjoon taking a seat on the other side of me.

I purse my lips at his words, staring down at the liquid in the styrofoam cup that had been handed to me, gaze slipping down to the ring still encompassing my finger.

I know he means well, I know they both do. They haven't seen the hell that Yoongi's gone through in his apartment with being on fucking chemo though, something that's had me feeling worse and worse over time. I'm the one that gets changed with him, that sleeps with him. I'm the one who can see the way he's slowly been losing weight, the times when the anti sickness pills just don't quite do the job, the times when cries himself to sleep because of how terrified he is and how much pain he's in.

I know Yoongi's strong, he's the strongest man I know, the bravest man I know. Yoongi's always hated the doctors, and this whole ordeal was certainly one he wasn't interested in dealing with, but he always said how he would never undergo surgery because who knows what could happen during it and what if something goes wrong? And over the last five months of us getting ourselves back, he's finally let me in on the hells of what he went through growing up, let me in on his fears, let in on everything he'd known and been through before meeting me, things he hadn't before.

I know Yoongi's strong. I know how brave he is. I also know how exhausted he's been though and how much of a toll the chemo has taken on him. I've read through all of the paperwork at this point, a few times over now. The paperwork on the cancer, on the chemo, on the anti sickness, on the transplant. All of it. I know the transplant isn't a guarantee. His body has to actually accept the new organ, which starts in the operating room. And if this doesn't work...

I rub my hand over my face before taking a sip of the hot liquid inside my cup. It's bitter, the coffee taking burnt, but it's hospital coffee, what more can be expected, right?

My phone buzzes from atop my leg, and I look down to find that they're finally ready for me. I stand up in a heartbeat, barely managing to think enough to grab the device before it can fall, not hesitating to head towards the front of the room where I find Yoongi's doctor stood. The man looks nearly a mess, but I try hard not to focus on that, wanting to believe that anyone could come out of performing a surgery looking that way.

"Park Jimin? You're here for Min Yoongi, correct?" The man asks gently. I bite my lower lip at the question, nodding lightly, terrified for what the man has to say. There's a small smile that forms on his face at my confirmation though, and I fear my legs could give out any moment.

"The transplant went well. It went as best as anyone could ever hope for. His body is already beginning to react to the new organ, and everything seems to be going smoothly at the moment. Beings that we've removed a cancerous organ and replaced it with a healthy one, he'll be able to come off of the chemo and anti sickness medication. He's rather weak at the moment, something that's expected for someone who's been through what he has. I suspect it'll be at least a few hours before he wakes. I would expect him to stay in the hospital for the next week so that we can monitor his vitals and monitor how his body reacts to the new organ. It can take a few days for the body to react negatively at times, which is why we'd like him to stay. That said, he'll be put on new medication to assist his body in adjusting to, and accepting, the new organ. You're welcome to come see him now, if you'd like."

All I'm able to do is stand and stare at the man for at least a good minute, trying to process everything, trying to process the fact that we may truly be in the clear. That I may not actually have to lose him at all. Not like what we'd thought, like what he'd been afraid of.

"I should mention, it'll be a longer recovery process for Mr. Min due to his previous condition. I do expect it to be a successful recovery though. I do expect that his body will continue to accept the new liver."