Most Wanted Criminal ⇒ y.min

13. Hard to Forget

Recap: Wishing the best for Jimin and Yoongi didn't seem any where near enough.

Jimin's eyes fluttered open. He took in a deep breath before looking around to see where he was. He didn't have to do much observing to know where he was. It somehow aligned with his memories perfectly. A white room with tubes sticking in him. There couldn't be a better definition of hospital. The boy frowned before trying to sit up, but was stopped by a hand being placed on his chest.

"You shouldn't move around too much." Jimin looked to his left to see the blonde haired boy. "Y-Yoongi?"

"Hey," Yoongi whispered.

Jimin layed back down before squirming uncomfortably on the bed. He winced at the feeling of pain surging through his lower abdomen. Jimin quickly stopped moving around before letting a sigh leave his mouth.

It was quiet for a while both boys not knowing what to say. Yoongi didn't even notice the anger that built up inside him along with guilt and many more emotions he hated. Jimin didn't seem to notice much of Yoongi's change of attitude. Yoongi decided if the younger boy wasn't going to speak than he was, and it wasn't going to be the best thing a person would want to hear after being shot.

"Park Jimin, you are so clueless, and stupid!" Yoongi snapped not even making eye contact with the boy. "Why would you do something so reckless? Do you not realize how worried I was!? I thought-" The older boy's breath was uneven as he paused trying to keep himself together.

"I thought you were going to die. I thought you were dead! I hated that feeling! Not knowing if you were going to be okay or not." Yoongi's head was held low his bangs covering his eyes as a tear fell down his face into the palm of his hand.

Jimin just watched him with widened eyes. "Yoongi I-"

"You have no idea, Jimin! I thought you were- it was wrong of me to even interfere with you in the first place. I should've never come to your house that day. I should've had someone else do the job."

"Y-Yoongi what are y-you saying?" Jimin's breath began to quicken slightly.

"It would be best for both of us if you forgot I ever existed Jimin. Forget about me and live a life you've always wanted to in Seoul." Yoongi slouched in his seat looking to the side of the room.

"W-what? N-No." Jimin frowned now hoping to get some type of emotion from the older.

"Jimin, you aren't meant to be with someone like me. I've killed people before." Yoongi shook his head. "So what? I d-don't care. A world without you is like a world without-without, I'm not sure, but it would be a living hell!"

"Stop making this harder than it it has to be." Yoongi raised his voice slightly making the younger fall silent. "I mean really Jimin? Who's fault is it that you're in here right now? Mine, all of this. . ."

Yoongi's voice broke out into a whisper. "This is for the best Jimin. It's the best option for both of us. I hope you can see this how I see it. It shouldn't be that hard to forget as I've already started doing so."

Yoongi stood up from his seat and walked out of the room without a word coming from either of them. Jimin watched as the boy left. He let the words process in his head. Jimin wanted to think Yoongi didn't mean that, but if he didn't then why would he say it? Did Yoongi already let Jimin slip out of his mind? The younger boy felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. He wanted him to come back and walk through that door. After every passing second with no sign of Yoongi coming back Jimin felt tears form in his eyes. The words along with the actions the older had made hurt the younger more than he could even verbally describe. It felt as if someone had stabbed his heart multiple times turning it into small bits of nothingness.

The boy covered his face with his small hands. He didn't care about the pain in his abdomen. The one in his chest was stronger. He cried into his hands not caring if anyone heard him. The tears ran fastly down his now reddened face. His lip was quivering as he tried to catch his breath, but it wasn't working in the slightest bit.

The sudden sound of footsteps rushed into the room as two nurses walked over to the boy. "Calm down, Jimin. Take deep breaths." The small boy tried his best, but the tears kept coming. "I don't know what happened, but this isn't good for you if you keep on breathing like this." The nurse with red hair and freckles who certainly dressed to impress spoke sweetly.

"That's it, you're doing better," the nurse encouraged him.

Jimin's breathing and his hiccups dialed down, but the tears didn't even dare to stop streaming down his cheeks. The boy covered his eyes with his arm as he laid back down on his bed. "Jimin, you have some visitors that are here to see you. Would you like to see them?"

Both nurses knew the answer even if they didn't know what happened, they knew he would want to be alone for the time being. Jimin Indeed shook his head. The nurse with brownish hair who made sure to cover herself nicely as if her insecurities were too high, smiled slightly down at Jimin before exiting the room to tell the five boys waiting, the news.

Jimin bit his lip as he stared up at the white ceiling. He didn't think something could hurt more than being shot with a bullet, but his pounding, shattered heart told him otherwise. The boy took in a shaky breath of the air around him. The air that didn't have Yoongi's scent whatsoever making him instantly hate it. Any scent other than Yoongi's wasn't good enough, unless it was Jin's cooking. He turned on his side facing away from the door looking into the distance.

Sounds of shouting was heard outside of his room. He didn't even need to look out the small window connected to the door to know who it was. "Just let me give these things to him! It's personal. I'll be in and out like the flash." Jin, and the insecure nurse.

She continued to argue with him for a while until the sound of a door opening was heard. Jimin didn't move in the slightest bit as he was too focused on the tiles that needed a cleaning. "Hey, Jimin. I know you probably don't want to see me right now, but I brought you some things." Jin spoke softly looking at the back of Jimin's head.

"This place is pretty intimidating, huh? Doesn't smell too nice either, so I brought you a sweatshirt. It's nice to have scent you're familiar with. I bought your favorite snacks too. I was honestly surprised they had them here-"

"Sir." The nurse spoke sternly.

Jin rolled his eyes not facing the nurse, so she wouldn't see the eye roll. "I have to go, Jimin. I'll come visit you some other time, okay?"

Jimin looked sadly at the floor now. He wanted to talk to his friend, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He waited until the room was empty and the door was closed shut before he turned to look at what Jin brought him. The brown haired boy's eyes widened at the sight. It wasn't just any sweatshirt, Jin brought him. It was, Yoongi's. Jimin hesitantly reached out for the black clothing before putting it on. It was big on Jimin, but he didn't mind.

Jimin lied back down snuggling into the sweatshirt that carried Yoongi's sweet scent. He made a mental note to thank Jin when he was capable of doing so. The sweatshirt didn't take away the pain that still rampaged in his chest, but it helped him in someway about as much as it hurt him in another.

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I'm a terrible person! I'm sorry for making you guys wait so long, and not only that, but this is angsty I- oh dear, I'm sorry.