a/n: Ayy back from the dead what's good
White. Quiet. Understand.
He sat in the empty chair at the corner of the hospital room. He hated the smell of hospitals, the limitless amount of white, and the sounds of life constantly clinging on to the cracking edge of the cliff. He hated all of it. He wanted to leave.
But Jimin couldn't leave, not when Min Yoongi lay motionless on a white hospital bed with stitches on his left eyebrow bone, a bruised eye and a broken leg. Even with all those injuries, the orange haired boy felt like the pale other was as perfect as can be. The built boy shifted in his seat, he was far from being high anymore, and everything was hitting him hard. I kissed him. Jimin got up and stood beside Yoongi's bed. He stretched his hand out, his finger lightly brushing past the blonde boy's soft and supple lips. Beautiful.
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Eyelids languidly peeled themselves apart from each other, revealing a pair of drowsy and confused eyes. He hurt from the glare of the white lights bouncing off of the white walls, squinting before flinching from the pain near his eyebrow. Yoongi blinked a few times, adjusting himself to the room's tone. "Urgh.. Fucking hospitals, fucking white lights," he murmured to nobody in particular. The blonde boy hadn't yet realized a tired figure slumped into the seat beside his bed. He managed to push himself up into a sitting position before he saw him.
"I know right," a voice from his side spoke.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Hey," Yoongi started, surprised that Park Jimin hadn't yet left him.
"How are you feeling?" Jimin spoke with strength and power, but the gentleness was seeping through the cracks of his hard cover. He sat up, crossing his fingers together in front of him.
Their eyes met silently, both sides invading each other's psychological privacy. Yoongi was feeling exposed, his weakness as though put on general display through the projection of his eyes. Jimin felt belittled, his usual stance of dominance weakened with every second the blonde boy stared into him. They were familiarizing their souls.
Jimin cleared his throat and they broke eye contact, one shifting his gaze to the ceiling, the other to the window that showed a square of pastel colors painted in the sky. "Thank you, for saving me." Yoongi spoke quietly, in fear that if spoken any louder, someone unwanted might hear. Jimin shrugged in his place, "Bill's been paid, don't worry about it." Jimin didn't know that Yoongi was poor and Yoongi didn't know that Jimin was rich.
"I can't possibly accept your mon-"
"Its an apology for kissing you."
Silence.
Jimin left the room for the first time in 18 hours.
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Yoongi was half asleep when Jimin returned, two bowls of instant ramyeon in his hands and a six pack of beer in a white plastic bag.
"I figured it would be better than the porridge that they keep serving."
He placed the bowls on the bed table and reached for Yoongi's face. Yoongi flinched, but allowed his touch involuntarily. His touch was warm and his hands were soft, not like those of the guys that hurt him. Yoongi looked down nervously as Jimin's thumb brushed past his eye lightly.
A smirk danced its way across his lips, "Crusty eyes."
Jimin had made his recovery by knocking Yoongi down a few notches. He felt weak in the knees. Thank God he was bedridden.
The water boiled. They broke into idle conversation, talking about current affairs, politics, music, books.
They stayed away from topics like school and family, both seeming to understand each other's disinterest in talking about those things.
The noodles cooked. They ate in silence, leaving only the slurping sounds to echo the hollow walls of the hospital room.
Jimin took the empty bowl from Yoongi and opened the hospital door. He was leaving.
"Wait," Yoongi paused, "I'm not mad at you for kissing me."
The bigger boy looked back at him, his eyes tracing his features without noticing, "Can I do it again, then?"
Silence.
"If you don't know, don't worry."
He closed the door behind him and started to breathe again.
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a/n: waht. sorry my comeback isn't as impressive as BTS'. See what I did there. Okay shut up Krystal you're lame. Also the entire time I wrote this I was listening to Think featuring Jay Park by Reddy, I don't have a story soundtrack, but that's the mood anyway. Here's to better and less shitty chapters.
