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Yoonmin - Paper Hearts

Jimin folds paper hearts, folds them with origami paper red as sunrise, red as love, red as the line between lies and trust, folds them between his fingers and presses them to his lips to blow into them, make them real, make them beat.

Jimin folds paper hearts and strings them up like lanterns till his room is pulsing with dim, red light, till it's a chamber full of fluttering lives and tries and never-said goodbyes and still, Jimin keeps on folding, and folding, and folding.

Yoongi is on Seokjin's service for the day. It's only his second week in the new hospital and he knew he'd have to work in the Peds department at some point but he'd mentioned that he's sucky with kids, so he'd hoped that Namjoon would have been more understanding, kept Yoongi on his service for just a bit longer (brain tumors are terribly fascinating creatures), but no, he's on Seokjin's service for the day, which means children.

"Whoa," Yoongi's eyebrows almost clap against his hairline as he pauses by the door of Jimin's room.

"Oh, hi," Jimin says, looking up with eyes that are darker and brighter and deeper than most kids Yoongi had dealt with (which is not too many, honestly, but too much by Yoongi's standards already). His fingers pause over his latest masterpiece as he quirks his head at Yoongi, lips quirking into a smile, "I haven't seen you 'round here before--are you one of the new interns?"

Yoongi glances down at Jimin's charts and doesn't really process anything other than chronic heart conditions since birth; slotted for--before he looks back up and nods.

"Yeah, second week. Never been in Peds before though," Yoongi says, taking a few steps into the room, glancing at the paper hearts strung from the ceiling, swaying slightly in the mid-summer breeze humming through the window crack. "What do you make all these for?"

Jimin lowers his eyes back down to the half-finished heart in his hands, "Cause my own heart sucks, so I thought maybe if I make a bunch of paper ones, when my heart starts sucking even more, maybe they can give it a hand."

"Don't think it works like that, kid," Yoongi says, and almost immediately wishes he could bite his own tongue off. His fingers tighten over the iPad in his hands and when his own heartbeat starts thudding in his ears, he has to swallow down irrational fear that Jimin might hear, might feel just how hard and fast it's beating in his chest, might feel bad that Yoongi's heart can do so much that Jimin's can't.

But Jimin just laughs, and nods, "I know, but if I can make these hearts beat with my two hands, then you guys can fix mine if it stops beating right?"

Yoongi's heartbeat, that had been so damn loud in the moments before, skips and skids to a sudden halt at these words, an overwhelming silence pressing in on Yoongi from all sides. He gapes for a moment, trying to find words, to find something to say in return for the weight of the trust that had just been placed so solidly over his shoulders, over his chest.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and says, "Y'know what? I've got a bit of time after lunch break. How about you teach me how to make one?"

Jimin smiles and nods and laughs a laugh that makes Yoongi's heartbeat come jolting back and Yoongi wonders if it would be possible to bottle up Jimin's laugh and use it as a treatment for those with broken hearts.

"... and then you fold that down like this..."

It turns out that Jimin is a great teacher and that Yoongi might be better with kids than he'd given himself credit for. Or maybe, just this one kid, because all the other ones are annoying little brats that wail for their parents if they don't get a second helping of pudding and no matter how many times Yoongi says but you're diabetic, it doesn't seem to mean much to them. Honestly, kids these days.