[l∆v] | yoonmin

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"...What?"

"Jimin-ssi can't speak, we're not sure why. His vocal chords seem fine, so it may be from not talking for a couple of weeks ot maybe bacuse of the medication."

"But..."

"It's fine, Yoongi-ssi. He doesn't have amnesia, which was the worst case scenario. He just needs to try to speak but also not force it too much. You may see him, if you wish to." She stepped aside so I could come in.

I walked towards the door and I heard footsteps; the nurse left. I slowly grabbed the doorknob and twist it open, to reveal a sleepy Jimin, now sitting on that hospital bed.

I was paralyzed; all I could do was let the door slowly close by itself, while I unconsciously walked up to him. Tears running down my cheeks, falling on the cold floor and soon on the bed sheets; when I finally reached it and fell on my knees, grabbing the sheets and finally violentely crying.

Jimin was awake. He brought happiness to that cold hospital room. He made the orange-ish light that came from the window seem like it was ugly, insignificant. His eyes would shine brighter than ever. He was there; alive and awake.

I heard Jimin making worried noises, as he gently stroke my back and petted my hair.

"You got me so worried..." I let it out in between sobs.

Jimin slowly stopped petting my hair and I heard him crying. I looked up and saw him covering his face with his hands, softly crying nonstop. Jimin was in visible pain. Not physically, but still in pain. I grabbed his hands so he'd look at me but he looked down. I let go of his hands and held his chin up. He softly held my wrists and slowly looked up at me.

His grip was weak, his hands cold. Gosh, what did I do?

"Jiminie... Why are you crying?"

He gestured his head towards me, as if referring to "and why are you crying?"

I let out a tired and relieved sigh. "I was worried about you. It's been two weeks, Park Jimin! I was scared you'd leave me for good."

He chuckled, but still crying, and immediately shook his head.

"Good, good..."

I sat down next to him and hugged him tightly. He immediately hugged me back and started crying again, not caring about all of the tubes he had around him. But that wouldn't stop our hug. Nothing would.

I slowly stroke his back. "Hey, shh... What's wrong Jiminie?"

He slowly shook his head into my neck and shrugged.

"Are you happy? Sad?"

He shrugged again and just held onto me strongly. This might not be the best timing but I can't wait any longer. I waited two whole weeks. It's time to talk about what happened and apologize.

"You know, Jimin... You have always had a bad habit of not listening until the end."

He broke the hug after a few seconds, but still holding onto my arms, and looked at me with a confused expression.

I took a deep breath. "The day you were hit by a car, two weeks ago. When you confessed to me, remember?"

He sighed and looked down as he shook his head. He remembers, but doesn't want to hear me out.

"Jimin, please hear me out this time." I grabbed his chin so he'd meet my eyes. "Let me talk, please."

He closed his eyes and then nodded, before opening them again.

"Remember what I said? That I saw you as a friend?" I said and he nodded. "You didn't let me finish. Jimin, I've always seen you as a friend. I've seen you as a friend for so long that I never thought you'd like me back."