Paper Cranes | yoonmin

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a/n; based off an idea from my friend, and I felt that yoonmin would be a good pairing for it. Feels ahead, I guess? I tried my best lol enjoy the story!

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Park Jimin spent his days alone in his room, located on the west wing of a hospital, folding hundreds of paper cranes. He thought that they were beautiful – how pure they looked. His hands were scattered with bandages from papercuts he would occasionally get. It hurt, but that was okay.

Everything that was beautiful always hurt.

On the other side of the hospital, there was Min Yoongi, a young doctor who just got assigned with a new patient. The ravenhead has never been to the west wing, having worked at a different department. And you could say that he was not very ecstatic upon meeting his new patient.

Park Jimin, 22 years old.

Chronic lung cancer.

Chemo & radiation theraphy didn't work, and people said that the boy wouldn't make it.

Yoongi hated it. Yoongi hated how helpless these kinds of patients looked. Hated how pale and lifeless their faces were. Hated how quiet they sounded because they'd finally accepted the fact that they were dead.

With a sigh, Yoongi glanced towards his clipboard, eyeing the room number on it. The west wing was far more quiet than the east wing, because the terribly sick patients were located there. Yoongi, being used to Hoseok's chattering, felt that the quietness was out of place. He found himself quickening his pace, passing by numerous gray doors until he reached his destination.

Room 1395.

Breathing out a quiet sigh, he knocked on the door softly before slowly opening the door. He had expected a weak patient laying on the hospital bed, and was absolutely taken aback by the small boy with soft features who was sitting by the window, folding what it seems to be paper cranes. The room was covered with white crane shaped origami & Yoongi was pretty sure if he squinted, it would look like heaven. Delicate hands covered with bandages halted their movement for the owner to get a chance to look at the visitor.

There was a brief look of surprise before Jimin's face softened, a small smile tugging his lips. "Hello there," Jimin greeted, "I've never seen you before."

Yoongi was awestruck, to say the least. It only took him a couple of seconds before he regained his composure & cleared his throat. "I'm Min Yoongi, your newly assigned doctor. Park Jimin, correct?" he motioned towards the smaller man, and the latter nodded before going back to the paper crane in front of him.

"You fold all of these yourself?" Yoongi can't help but ask, eyeing the whole room. They were even scattered on the floor, and the ravenhead had to watch his step in favor of not ruining the pretty little things. Jimin wouldn't mind though if he stepped on it, but Yoongi felt that it would be some kind of crime.

A wide smile made its way to Jimin's lips and the elder's cheeks felt warmer. "Yes. Pretty aren't they?" He held up a crane he just made, and it just oozed purity.

"Don't those hurt?" Yoongi motioned to Jimin's hands.

"Everything that is beautiful always hurts."

Yoongi didn't quite know what he should respond to that, but he found himself pulling out a chair in front of him and sat down.

"Can you teach me?"

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Yoongi learned a lot about Jimin during their time together. Like for instance; he liked pastries, he loved to dance (and was quite good at it, judging by the videos Jimin showed him with a somber smile), and his family visited him quite often. Jimin was patient, guiding Yoongi's rough hand with his small ones until he got it right while Yoongi ignored the electricity that coursed through him every time milky white skin touched his.