| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch23 ~ Second thoughts...

(+) If the French is wrong in this, correct me 😂

"Take me back to my room Jimin..." Jimin nodded, and made a mental note to tell Jin his best dish was going to have to wait. He wheeled Yoongi through the dull, dreary halls and eventually, they were back at their beloved sanctuary. He carried Yoongi with his right arm supporting his weak legs and the other arm, below his back. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck and buried his face in the younger boy's neck, while Jimin put his lips to the shaking boy's ebony hair and felt his tears stick to his neck. As he went to lay the young button down, Yoongi gripped desperately onto the collar of Jimin's uniform. "Don't..." he begged. "...please... just let me stay like this for a little while..." Jimin felt the blood rush to his cheeks but he dropped slowly, lowering himself down to the floor and cuddling the white bachelor button in his arms lovingly.

"Cry it all out Hyung..." he nuzzled his nose into the older boy's hair as he let out a strangled cry. Gradually his cries got louder and louder, his throat hurting in the process.

"I just confirmed it..." Yoongi said between sobs.

"What did you confirm Hyung?" Jimin whispered into the older boy's messy raven hair.

Yoongi squeaked and hiccuped from the amount of tears he was producing, one could only imagine how pained he was. One could only see in their mind's eye what kind of pain the white bachelor button was in... but Jimin saw it with his own two eyes. Now, if only those eyes belonged to him. "M-My parents aren't together any more..." Jimin's eyes widened, but quickly went back to a melancholy state as his arms tightened around Yoongi, just enough to comfort him without squeezing the remaining life out of him.

"Don't worry Hyung..." Jimin whispered into the sobbing eighteen-year-old's head, inhaling the minty lemon scent of his shampoo. "I'm always here... I won't leave you until I absolutely have to... and that's a promise..."

Yoongi carried on bawling out in tears, rocking back and forth ever so slightly as he sat in the younger boy's lap. Could you believe it? Sixteen years old and already, he held the life of another person in his hands, or more accurately in a heart that didn't quite belong to him. A heart he was born with... but still couldn't call his own. He'd known this from the start and still, he couldn't help but yearn for another day on earth without the purpose he was made to have, weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Sometimes, and he cursed himself for thinking this, he wondered what it would be like if he and the button had met on different terms. He wondered if I were just a normal boy, living in a normal household, would I still be looking at this same person? Holding him in the same position? Loving him the same way... if we were in different situations?

He pushed the thought out of his mind whenever snuck into his head. He shook it off and assumed his daily duties as if it were only a thought, no more than a thought... nowhere near the slightest bit of desire...

Suddenly, Jimin felt Yoongi shaking more in his arms, felt him start gasping for air as he held onto the hem of his silk white pajama top. "Hyung?" Jimin felt a lump in his throat as Yoongi continued to vibrate in his arms. Yoongi started whimpering, the tears falling relentlessly out of his eyes, pupils rolling back like he was being shocked with strong currents of electricity. "HYUNG!" He called but Yoongi wasn't answering anymore, couldn't hear anything. It was as if he was surrounded by water, everything sounded muffled and vague, he couldn't breathe... he couldn't breathe...

~♤~

Yoongi was hurled onto the ambulance bed hastily in Jimin's arms, he couldn't stop crying. "Hyung please hold on..." he pleaded as he held onto his shaking hand. Jimin almost died trying to keep himself together, as the paramedics wheeled him into the back of the ambulance. Yoongi was rushed to the hospital that night, his mother had forced herself out of bed and with an overflowing amount of tears flooding the ambulance, she'd screamed and wailed for Yoongi to wake up. The White Bachelor Button was wilting right before their eyes and Jimin was sure he had never been so afraid in his entire life. Yoongi's eyes were still lifeless with an oxygen pump over his mouth and nose, still not breathing properly.

Antoinette made a scene right there outside the hospital ward for all the gossip maniacs to indulge in. Jimin knew this because people had started covering their mouths and whispering questions like: "why is that foreign lady making such a scene?", "So unlady like", "why is she so noisy?". "My child! Ma petite fleur!" She cried as his hospital bed was wheeled into the emergency room, she fell to her knees and cried out words no one could understand, clutching her heart and praying desperately to Gods she didn't even believe in, to save her son's short lived life.

Jimin was sat with his head in his hands, crying quietly. He was so drained, but he still found the strength to cry with panic. Jimin didn't know what to do at this point. Didn't know whether Yoongi was going to come out alive, or whether he was going to have to do something to save his life. Had his time come so soon? Had he the courage now that it was actually happening? Was he having second thoughts about giving 'his' heart up? He had so many things he wanted to do before he died, and that was probably wrong of him to do, but he read about all these beautiful places he'd never seen before. Seen so many movies that consisted of the stuff legends were made of and frankly... he was intrigued by how beautiful the world he'd never had the luxury to explore - even if he was living in the most expensive mansion.

But then he remembered... he had a duty in life. He had a purpose in which he was born to fulfil. Visiting all the beautiful places in the world wouldn't be special if he didn't visit them with Yoongi. All the amazing sceneries that he'd never seen, could never compare to how much beauty the most important person in his genetically engineered life, already had. He thought of how much it would hurt if he ever lost Yoongi... the sorrow that would bring... would he be able to carry on living? Jimin was sure he couldn't. He couldn't live in a world where Yoongi wasn't present... his purpose in life was clear.

Hours after Yoongi's attack, the doctor came out with a mask over his mouth. Both Jimin and Antoinette stood up with haste. "Mrs. Min..."

"Y-Yes?" She sobbed, her eyes red from all the tears she'd cried, already nursing a hangover from dehydration and violent crying. "I-Is he ok?! Is my little flower ok?!" She begged.

"Mrs. Min..." the doctor averted his gaze and looked to the floor. It was bad news... but Jimin knew what he needed to do...