from me to you [yoonmin ff]

chapter 06

jimin's pov

I awaken to another day, finally wanting to snap out of this depression. I stopped counting the days since the incident and it has been far too long for me to be in this mourning state. For the first time in what feels like forever, I get out of my bed, not waiting for the nurses to bring me my food, and actually start doing my normal morning routine- like any other normal person would do.

After finishing all that I decide to have a walk outside for some fresh air. With one last look at the room opposite mine, I walk out, ready to try and start a new chapter. It's been awhile since I've stepped out of my room – pretty sad if you ask me. As I expected, the nurses and doctors are rushing around frantically, doing different chores that they have to do, or delivering a document to the required place. It's only until then, that I realized I'd bumped into a nurse who was busy running an errand, seemingly dropping her files all over the floor.

"Ah, I'm so very sorry Miss-" I utter as I help her pick up the files.

"You needn't be sorry dear; it was clearly my fault for not watching where I was going" replies the nurse who busily gathers the other remaining files too.

 "Say.. would you mind delivering that file to the South Wing patient file room?" she kindly asks.

I couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of guilt if I'd said no otherwise, so I gladly accepted her request and took the file document out of her hands.

Manoeuvring my way around the hospital, I exit my wing and walk out on the path that follows to the West Wing outside. I can't help but to catch a glimpse of the documents that the nurse handed to me. This looks oddly familiar... wait hang on a sec—is this Yoongi's patient document? The Min Yoongi?

My eyes widen in disbelief and I squint them to get a better look of what I was seeing.

Name: Min Yoongi

Gender: Male

DOB and POB: March 9, 1993 (age 23 years), Buk District, Daegu, South Korea

Located: South Wing- Room 134

Reason of stay: Severe depression and supervision for self- harming

Wait what--?! My eyes shot out of their eye sockets in literal disbelief and I felt a terrible feeling sink within my stomach. This couldn't possibly be true.. right? I knew Yoongi was a reserved person and didn't often voice out his feelings but... how could he not tell me? With all these overwhelming feelings coming over me, it didn't give me enough time to react to it all and I was starting to feel completely numb.

Maybe now would be a good time to see Yoongi? But I doubt he would like to see me again anyways.. so what should I do?

Sighing, I continue walking my way towards the South Wing, hurrying in order not to get caught. But knowing me, nothing ever goes my way and I end up bumping into someone- my files and documents flying all over the place. A familiar figure and presence I know far too well, stands before me.

"Y-Yoongi?" I murmur, quieter than I expected to voice out.

"J-Jimin?" Yoongi replies with a rather startled expression, probably not expecting to meet me here once again.

Our eyes meet, with what once used to be a warm, hearted gaze that seemed to glow every time our eyes met has completely died down and become one that holds no particular meaning. He's the first one to break our contact, lowering his head down, not meeting my expression and distracting himself by bending down to collect the lost files and documents. That's when he stops what he's doing and completely freezes, as if time had stopped and the surrounding noises have ceased to exist.

He had the same reaction as I did and his eyes widen as a result of this.

"I-is this m-my patient record??" he manages to voice out as he slowly loses his composure.

I lower my head, not knowing what to say nor do. I feel like I'm treading on thin ice, and if I make one wrong decision now, it'll all crumble over, like a house of cards, I'll get trapped inside of it within all the lies. Opening and closing my mouth, trying to find the right words to use, I finally lift my head up only to see Yoongi's worried, helpless gaze.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, Yoongi?" I ask in a dangerously low monotone voice. I didn't understand, why did he keep things to himself like this? I'm feeling a mix of emotions right now and I'm not sure how to control them.

I notice him look down in guilt, shoulders slumped and hands gripping the hems of his shirt.

"Guess you found out, huh?" he spoke sheepishly, still playing with the hems of his shirt and keeping his head down looking at the floor.

I awkwardly laugh, breaking the half awkward silence as I rock on my feet side to side.

"I guess we're on the same boat, aren't we?" I chuckle rather bitterly, each word slowly but surely killing me.

Yoongi looks up and nods slowly.

"Can we at least make sure to tell each other anything, no matter how much it hurts?" I voice out, my voice slightly cracking from all the talking I've been doing.

He runs towards me, embracing me in a warm, soothing hug that I've come to miss so much, whispering a 'yes' as a reply to my question in his raspy tired like voice.

"U-um Yoongi, now that I think about it.. w-wait never mind" I blurt out stupidly, mentally face palming myself. What was I thinking?

"Jimin come on, what happened to "telling each other anything, no matter how much it hurts?" Yoongi asks me with pleading eyes.

I take a deep breath as the next few words slip out of my mouth, just as a small whisper.

"C-can I go on a date with you, Yoongi?" I mumble, looking down as my cheeks flush a bright pink.

There was a short silence and my mind is indubitably doubting me. I start to regret all my choices and feel like burying my body in a pit 10 feet underground. As these thoughts swarm my mind, they get interrupted by a voice I've come to know so well.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," he replies, as he embraces me as I lean against him and melt within his touch.

These feelings that I'm having, are getting harder to keep in day by day, and they're spiralling out of control because of you, Min Yoongi.

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What do you think of Yoongi have depression and self harming? I'm curious to know what you guys think as to why Yoongi might be doing this?

Just food for your thought, haha.

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- i k a r a