[l∆v] | yoonmin

yoongi - i chose you

I ended up falling asleep on the couch on Jimin's hospital room after Namjoon left. Taehyung told me not to fall asleep like that; that I should sleep on a bed and not on a couch but I don't have any beds in here. And I can't leave Jimin's side; I want to be here with him once he wakes up. By his side.

I slowly walked up to Jimin's bed and sat by his feet, sighing. "I hope you wake up soon, Park Jimin. This waiting is killing me, I can't wait to properly talk to you."

All this waiting has been making me think a lot. And with everything I've been told these past two weeks, it just made me think a lot more about everything.

Jimin and I hated each other way before we even spoke to each other. We met a couple of years before highschool ended, at a dance class. He was the best dancer in his class but after I joined, people started considering me a better dancer. Jimin hated that, due to various reasons. First, I was the new kid who had never had proper dance classes before - how could I be better than him? Him, who worked for years to get there. And second, Jimin had just started getting better at dancing; it was unfair.

After that, we somehow started to bump into each other, almost as if it was faith who had made us meet and later become so close. The one who got us friends was Jungkook. But not before Hoseok and Taehyung properly introduced us to each other.

Hoseok and Taehyung were also from our dance class; Taehyung was Jimin's best friend and Hoseok was the one who pulled me into dance classes. I wouldn't say he's my best friend but he's definitely one of the closest friends I have ever had. After Jimin, of course.

Hoseok noticed how Jimin looked at me; hate, angst but mainly sadness. And he also noticed how I'd sigh everytime Jimin would advert his gaze from me; that had to be fixed as soon as possible. So, after talking to Taehyung, Hoseok managed to properly introduce us. I got to look closely at Jimin's eyes. I could tell he no longer felt hate towards me after that. In fact, I noticed he was kinda intimidated, as if I was someone superior to him. No, I could never be.

That was the trigger to make us grow closer somehow. We'd say hi to each other every time we met; work together in dance class; help each other out. But that was a simple classmate relationship, and I knew both of us didn't want that. But Jimin was still intimidated by me, for some reason. And I couldn't do anything about it.

And then Jungkook showed up. Apparently he was a trainee in a entertainment company or something; that surprisingly was a close friend of Taehyung. But after a while we realized it wasn't so surprising that they were friends. Those two had a lot in common, and it was impossible not to like Jungkook. So one day, after we were both close friends with Jungkook, he finally made Jimin less intimidated by me.

*

"So hyung, I heard both you and Jimin have parents who are dancers and they have actually worked together."

Jimin gazed up to look at me as soon as he heard that sentence. With a confused and surprised expression, he spoke. "Is that true?"

I straightened up and nodded. "Yeah, it's true."

"Woah, when Hoseok told me that I thought he was joking. That's so cool! It feels like you were destined to be friends, hmm?" Jungkook friendly pushed Jimin's arm with his elbow.

Jimin let out a chuckle and looked at me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

*

That day, after a long walk and after finally sharing some things about each other, Jimin finally asked what I was expecting to hear.

*

"Yoongi hyung... Sorry to ask and, sorry in advance if this is weird but... Do you hate me?"

I smiled. "Why would I? You're my inspiration, Jimin. Why are you asking that?"

We both stopped walking and stayed silent for a moment. He got flustered.

"N-No, it's just that... Don't tell this to anybody. I actually hated you when I first saw you. I thought it was unfair that I worked so hard to properly dance and everyone was just so amazed how you never really had any dance classes before and you were just... Perfect."

"My parents would dance a lot at home and I'd see them and try to imitate them. That's literally all I've learned. I'm not perfect."

"My parents always encouraged me to dance. They said I had true talent, I just needed to develop it. But how can you say I'm your inspiration? You're a better dancer than me."

"Don't say that. You're a great dancer, Jimin. In fact, don't tell anyone about this but... I moved here to meet you. My parents would often talk to yours and sometimes by video chat. So there were times where I'd see you dancing in the background. You inspired me, Park Jimin. You're my idol."

*

With that, we became friends. Sharing likes, go out with friends; and finally meet Seokjin and Namjoon - Jimin's childhood friends. Those two are closer than anything. And they're very protective of Jimin, kinda like big brothers.

We'd now share the same friends and likes. And after that, we started to grow closer and closer. So close, I started liking him. So close, Jimin started liking me. But not close enough to make me confess. Not close enough for me to accept him without thinking twice.

I got so nervous that night. Even though I liked him, I didn't know he did. I was ready to accept him, but I messed up. With what I said, he probably thought I only thought of him as a friend, but no. I just never thought he'd like me.

"I love you, Park Jimin. Wake up. Please..." I gently grabbed his hand.

A few minutes later, I got up from Jimin's bed and went out to get a bottle of water. Surprisingly, the vending machines were all out of water. And food. I had to leave the hospital to go to a convenience store. Even though I hated the idea of leaving Jimin alone, I decided to go. I wouldn't take long, plus, it's not as if he'll die in a few minutes, right?

A few minutes later, I got back in hospital. As I was walking up to Jimin's room, a nurse was standing outside his room. As soon as she saw me, she approached me. I started feeling anxious.

"You're Min Yoongi, right?" She gently spoke. A calm voice tone, that somehow only made me feel even more anxious.

"Yes...?" My voice started to break.

"It's your friend, Park Jimin. He just woke up."

I wide opened my eyes.

"However, he cannot talk."

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