fracture.

six

jimin stirred on his bed as sunlight strikes directly on his face.

but oh, bed? his eyes sprung open realizing he was actually on his bed, but who brought him there?

he smiled when he remembered yoongi was back. finally, the wait is over.

"yoongi.."

it was the first word he said that day. tears of joy clouded his sight, he was so damn happy. jimin's little hand trailed the soft mattress he's laying at. there was no warm body but a cold blanket. "where are you?"

he sat and looked throughout his whole room.

no sign of yoongi.

"hyung?" he chirped.

a large lump formed on his throat, no this can't be. he can't dream. it wasn't just a dream.

yoongi is there. he slept with yoongi, on top of yoongi. they were able to talk yesterday, they gave each other hugs and kisses yesterday. jimin saw his yoongi in the park, yoongi went home with him. they exchanged i love yous.

it felt so vivid.

he stood and ran to the living room, and still yoongi wasn't there. to the kitchen, yoongi was still missing.

"yoongi!" he yelled and it echoed through the house.

"yoongi if this is a joke then stop! come the fuck out!"

tears streamed on his cheeks.

so that's it?

everything was a dream? he didn't sleep on yoongi's arm? yoongi wasn't still back?

when he realized he's on his pajamas and shirt, he choked and whimpered.

he doesn't remember changing from pants and shoes to pajamas and slippers. so it's true? it was all just a dream?

jimin's sniffs and sobs invaded the quiet room. he became melancholic as he revives the moments he had with yoongi in his dreams.

"another week of waiting, then?"

the tears won't stop, as if it has its own life. he felt so unloved. he felt so worthless. so pathetic.

he went back to his room and grabbed his phone with 93% in it.

"i didn't remember charging it?"

he wondered but then shrugged it off because dealing with his phone battery is not important at this moment.

his little thumb dialed for taehyung's digits and he pressed the phone in his ears. in the fourth ring, taehyung answered.

"what do you need, jimin?"

"taehyung? taehyung please meet me."

"wait woah, were you crying?"

"yeah but-"

"jesus christ its six in the morning park jimin. stop bailing your eyes out over that prick."

"he's not a prick, taehyung."

"fine. wait for me. don't do anything stupid."

jimin ended the call and threw himself on the cold bed. he let out a soft laugh, realizing how stupid he was. everything was perfect.

he wished he didn't wake up. he wished he just stayed in that dream forever.

"yoongi.." he muttered.

"it felt so vivid. it can't be.."

his sobs became worse, he can't breathe. jimin dialed yoongi's digits and was met with a voice message.

"yoongi. yoongi. i need you. please come back. i feel so lonely without you in the house. please,"

jimin's sniffs were recorded in the voice message. he didn't speak for the next minute, he can't speak.

beep.

the voice message ended.

"i'm slowly giving up, yoongi.." he whispered before his eyelids fall and his strength completely left him. his world seems spinning and there's no way to stop it.

all he need is yoongi, and yoongi wasn't there. the plans they made together for the seven years they shared.. what will happen to those?

waste. jimin wasted his chance to be with the love of his life.

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"is he okay?"

"yeah prick. he'll be fine."

"what happened to him?"

jimin heard muffled voices near him. it sounded like taehyung.

and yoongi.

yoongi was there.

jimin didn't bother to open his eyes, even if he wanted to. he wants to hear what the two were talking about.

"well, he hasn't eaten anything healthy. thanks to you. for the last three weeks, he jailed himself here and waited for you to come back. thanks to you. now his body broke down, and again, thanks to you."

"when will he wake up?"

"today, maybe. but fully recovered? i don't know. three days?"

"that long?"

"prick, if a person doesn't eat anything in three weeks but noodles and water, he would fucking die. he's lucky i treat him out once in a while."

a soft sigh reached jimin's ears, and he was a hundred percent sure it was yoongi.

"thank you,"

"stupid airhead elf who's good for nothing why did jimin fall for you? you seriously suck." taehyung mocked and yoongi prayed to the gods to stop him from stabbing the doctor with a plastic fork.

actually, yoongi is thankful dr. kim was there for jimin. but right now he's being a pain in the ass.

minutes passed and the ice in the atmosphere formed completely. jimin still pretended to be asleep.

"taehyung, thank you." he still said. taehyung sighed.

after all they were friends. and yes taehyung admits, he's being too harsh.

"i'm sorry. i was afraid for him. if he didn't go to my clinic he would've been lying cold and lifeless right now."

yoongi felt so scared. he can't imagine life without his jimin.

jimin stirred on the bed and slowly opened his eyes, adjusting from the light. his breathing hitched when pain crossed his head.

"jimin?"

"yoongi.."

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this is epic and i noticed it was written in lowercase form i'm sorry ;u; but do you want me to continue writing the next chapters with lowercase or bring it back to normal ??? answer me juseyo dalkomhan geumat ice cream cake