Yoonmin Oneshots

Loss & Love (Part 1)

Description: After arguing between who should go buy milk, Jimin finally gives in and heads out. It's not until after 40 minutes that he's out, that Yoongi receives a call from the hospital saying his best friend is in a coma. Yoongi has to go through the struggle of possibly losing his best friend and then helping him recover as he falls desperately in love.

Warnings: Angst, Coma, Comfort, Fluff, Smut Mention?, Yoongi Crying, Getting Together, Friends To Lovers, Best Friends, Flat Mates.

Original Fanfiction: Losing everything and falling in love by ironicallyrad http://archiveofourown.org/works/3133094

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Falls. Eventually, they happen. You can't keep rising forever; eventually, you fall. Some falls are greater than others. Some falls are unexpected. Some falls are unbearable and your ears are ringing and your eyes feel like they'll start bleeding at any minute from God knows how many tears and you feel like screaming but no sound comes out. You just end up lying awake in your room at 5am surrounded by memories that make your fall seem even greater. When your world comes crashing down, what else are you to do? Sobbing into your best friend's hoodie probably isn't the ideal solution, but nothing about this situation is 'ideal'.

"I'm always the one going to the grocery store! Besides, you're the one who finished the milk," I'd said. It'd seemed like such a normal day to day thing to say.

"Fine," he'd puffed his cheeks and grabbed his wallet, his coat, his phone, and I wish I had stopped him from walking out that door. But I didn't. And it wasn't until 40 minutes since I had last seen him that I got a phone call from the hospital. I remember wishing I could stop breathing. I remember wanting to move but being frozen in place, my knees were locked and I was pulling my hair and I was falling. I fell to the floor, I felt dizzy, like I might pass out. I might have, I'm not sure. The next thing I remember, though, is seeing Jimin's body lying on that bloody hospital bed, all bandaged up, and lifeless. The steady beeping of the heart monitor didn't make him seem any more alive than he looked. Like everything else that happened today, what came after was a blur. The only thing I recall is all the breathing exercises I had to do in the time span of one hour. Doctors came rushing in and out, and I kind of just stood there. Some of them would approach me and mention him being in a coma. I was in too much shock to let that sink in, but now that I'm at home and the flat is empty and Jimin won't wake up to make me cereal tomorrow morning, everything feels like too much. I feel so small and try to make myself even smaller by curling up against the corner of my bed, one of Jimin's pieces of clothing draping over my arms making me sob even more. It all feels like a dream. A horrible dream that I'll wake up from, sweating and panting, grasping my covers in my fists, and Jimin will walk in and ask me when I'll be ready to eat breakfast so we can sit on the couch and watch our usual shows. I'll wake up and everything will be okay and back to normal. It has to.

I don't thin I can feel anything right now, and it's scary. My whole body feels numb and I'm floating through space. For a while I have this urge to laugh. Or cry, or maybe scream, I'm not really sure. I don't do anything though, I just hug my sides and bury my face on the piece of clothing my best friend was too lazy to put back in the closet three days ago. Everything will be fine.

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It's 1pm and I don't mind that I overslept. I don't mind that my stomach's making insane noises and I don't mind the horrible bed hair I'm wearing as I head to the hospital. My melancholy pace earns me pitiful looks from the nurses and a few other people there. I don't mind. When I reach his door it's already halfway open. I let my eyes adjust to the bright whiteness of the room and see his mother sitting at the feet of his bed, his brother on a little chair next to him, and his father with his back against the wall opposite of him. I slowly close the door behind me and they look up and greet me with tired smiles.