never mind

Divorce and Separation

The next morning Yoongi woke up still rocking a slight headache, praying that whatever happened yesterday was just a bad dream.

All his hopes were drained the moment he took in the hospital room he was residing in.

His eyes slowly fell on the figure sitting on the chair beside his bed and he slowly took in the familiar view of the stranger that is supposedly his husband.

No one is supposed to look that good in the bland white hospital room but park jimin somehow pulled it off.

The younger was in a loose white shirt and white trousers, soft pink locks adorning his face and if Yoongi wasn't so skeptical he would've thought he'd died and ascended to heaven with how bright the room looked with jimin inside.

The light coming in through the window behind his husband wasn't exactly helping to dissolve the halo and the ethereal look the kid seemed to emit.

Then his eyes closed in on the younger's features and he just wanted to crawl into a hole. He hated himself and everything in that moment. Because his husband looked beautiful in the white hospital room with a faint smile on his plump lips and the fondest looks in the prettiest eyes yoongi's ever seen and he still felt nothing.

The younger was dripping with love towards yoongi and the older wanted to scratch everywhere the younger's eyes fell.

The younger's body screamed "I love you" and all yoongi wanted to do was to scream "I DON'T LOVE YOU!!!" so he pulled his eyes away and hanged his head low staring at his lap instead but he could still feel the younger's gaze on him as they sat in awkward silence.

He hated it. He hated the way it made him feel.

Here he is, with a loving husband who looked like an angel and yoongi felt nothing but guilt, at his numbness, his lost feelings, his inability to love this man.

It looks like jimin has had enough of the quiet between them so he started talking and of fucking course, he sounds like an angel!

The last time they were talking, yoongi was busy arguing with him and keeping his frustration in check to appreciate the melody that was park jimin's voice.

" H-Hi hyung"-Hyung? Well it's better than baby and at least he's using honorifics but it still left a sour taste in yoongi's mind.

Technically they are close enough for him to use all of the above, but in yoongi's reality not so much-"I know I'm not supposed to be here and that you said you needed time..."-and yoongi almost blurted out 'then what are you doing here'- " but I had to bring your documents last night, and a change of clothes and namjoon said something about cancer and I was already here and you were just in the other side of the wall so I thought just a glimpse wouldn't hurt.

I just wanted to make sure you're really okay I guess? But then I saw you here and I didn't want to leave you alone? I_i'm so sorry I just wanted to stay by your side... I'm sorry" and his bottom lip is starting to quiver and his eyes are definitively glossy... and there it is, the first tear running down his chubby cheeks.

His husband is a beautiful man with a beautiful voice and a heart of gold who is crying his eyes out of worry for yoongi after he spent the night in a chair to stay on his side and here he is apologising to yoongi even though yoongi is the one who forgot all about him and all yoongi thinks about is how park fucking jimin still looks pretty even when he cries and how yoongi felt comfortable last night when he wasn't here.

If angels were a thing then park jimin is one and even if human-trash weren't a thing yoongi is pretty sure he's the first embodiment to fit the description.