[l∆v] | yoonmin

namjoon - reality

"Thank you." I thanked the cab driver and then got out of the cab.

As I started walking towards the main door, I heard the cab driving away until I could no longer hear it. I unlocked the door and got in. Everything was pitch black; Jin is probably asleep. I sighed at that thought.

Then I heard footsteps coming up from upstairs. "Namjoonie? You're here already?"

He's still up.

I smiled. "Yeah, just got here. I thought you were asleep."

He walked downstairs and took my suitcase from my hands, taking it to our room. "I was actually about to go to sleep, since I thought you weren't getting home soon."

I chuckled. "You didn't need to wait. And you didn't need to make up an excuse."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll go make us some tea."

I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. "So Jin, how's Jimin? I haven't visited him since last week. Plus, I heard something happened to him today?"

"Oh, Jimin. He..." He put down the teacup he had on his hand and sighed. "He almost died today. The doctors said it was because of the medication they were giving him."

"God..." I crossed my arms. "Yoongi must be feeling terrible right now."

"Actually," He poured boiling water in the teacup. "Taehyung managed to make Yoongi sleep afterwards. He took him home and is staying there tonight to keep an eye on him." He handed me the teacup and I thanked him. "You should talk to him."

"To Yoongi?" I said as I started heading to the living room while Jin followed me.

"Yeah."

I sat down on the couch. "But why me?"

He sat down next to me. "Yoongi only ever listens to Jimin and you. And there's something about their argument that just doesn't make sense. How did Jimin ended up being hit by a car? Why is Yoongi feeling so guilty about it? We tried asking him that but he never tells us what really happened. If you talk with him tomorrow, maybe he'll tell you what happened."

I nodded. "You're right. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow. It's no good for him to keep everything to him."

*

I got at the hospital in the morning but didn't find Yoongi; he's probably still at home. Yoongi's so stubborn, I can't believe Taehyung managed to make Yoongi go home and rest.

I went to Jimin's room and sat by his feet. "I heard you almost died, Jimin. You scared everyone a lot, please don't do that."

Suddenly someone opened the room's door. "Oh? Namjoon? When did you get here?" Yoongi said as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Ah, Yoongi." I got up. "I just got here. I thought you were still at home."

"No, Taehyung dropped me by earlier. He had something to do and I couldn't stand to stay at home anymore." He sat down on the couch and chuckled. "He even made me bring his homemade lunch."

I smiled as I sat next to him. "Typical of Taehyung. You look better. You're less pale and less skinny compared to last week."

"Yeah, I guess. Everyone has been making me eat and sleep properly, as you probably already know."

"Yeah, Jin told me." I rested my back against the wall. "So Yoongi... What happened between you and Jimin on that day?"

He looked at me with his eyes wide opened.

"Ah... Well... Namjoon, I don't wanna talk ab-"

"Yoongi, you must talk about it. You can't keep it to yourself, that's not good at all. And we all want to help you, but we can't help you properly if you don't explain what happened."

He sighed as he rested his back against the wall and gazed at Jimin. He stayed silent.

"Yoongi, don't do this. Don't ignore me, don't pretend we're not talking to you." I approached him. "Yoongi, we wouldn't judge you or any of your decisions, we wouldn't lecture you; we only want to understand the situation and help you out."

He slowly shook his head. "There's no way to help me, Namjoon."

I could hear his broken voice tone; he was crying.

"How so?"

He stayed silent once again.

"Yoongi, come on. Tell me."

He took a deep breath and wiped his tears away. "I love him."

In a breath, he let it all out; his true feelings.

He looked up at me with his eyes full of tears. "I was a coward, I didn't tell him I loved him too right away. I managed to fuck up everything within seconds; I made him run away and I wasn't able to stop him. I was so nervous, I couldn't believe he felt the same way towards me. So I ended up messing up, I ended up saying stuff I didn't want to, I wasn't able to talk properly."

I wide opened my eyes. So that's why he was feeling so guilty.

"Yoongi, listen to me. It's normal to feel nervous in that kind of situation, especially when both people feel the same way towards each other. But it's not your fault that he was hit by a car. Jimin misunderstood you and ended up running away. And it was by accident; he was hit by a car. You weren't the one who hit him with the car, Yoongi."

He looked away and wiped his tears away again but it was useless; the tears wouldn't stop flowing. "But I still feel guilty. I can't accept the fact that we had an argument for no reason and that now I can't tell him how I feel."

"Yoongi, it's ok. He's in coma right now but he's going to wake up eventually. And then, you'll properly talk to him about it and it'll be fine."

He looked at me with puppy eyes; he looked so vulnerable. I've never seen Yoongi like this before.

I held him by his shoulder. "It's ok, Yoongi."

He nodded and hugged me. "Thank you, Namjoon. I don't know know what I would do without you guys. You guys can be loud and annoying, but I can't live without you."

I hugged him back. "It's ok, Yoongi. We're a family, we can be bothersome most of the time, but we'll always help each other out."