I'm baaaackkk, I'm so sorry (sorry again cause I didn't edit)
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Walking out of the doctor's room with some good news, helped Yoongi leave behind any of his worries within that room. The room was scary, had chills running down by his spine, it was the atmospheres fault. The plain white walls only adorned with a few posters of the complex eye structure and the smell of ethanol, didn't make him feel any better. But the papers that were enveloped in a brown folder lifted his spirits but also dampened them.
"How'd it go Yoongi?" his mother was the first to meet him from outside of the room. She looked genuinely concerned like as if she was preparing to hear bad news.
Yoongi smiles softly at her, he was happy that she cared, "He said I just have to take vitamins to improve my eyesight because I'm still having problems deciphering objects," half of the truth is all he told.
A sigh of relief was heard from his mother who was grateful for hearing this news, and a smile was seen from the corner of his eyes on Taehyung's face, it was something rare to see when the display of emotion was directed at the older.
The family exited the hospital and headed home but not before branching off at the local pharmacy to collect the prescribed medicine for the boy. Yoongi was the one to go into the pharmacy to collect the medicine, as it was more than just vitamins he needed to pick up, there was the other half of the truth on the paper. He soon walked out of the pharmacy, keeping the bag of medicine close to his side like as if he didn't want any to take it out of his hand and see what was there.
On entering the car his mother immediately reached for the packet containing the medicine, and quickly enough Yoongi pushed the baggage to the side and clicked in his seatbelt like nothing had happened.
"Mum can we go now, I'm really tired, I didn't get much sleep last night," he tried to say as calmly as he could but the way his mother eyed the bag beside him, was starting to irritate him.
"Sure sweety,"
During the drive home, Yoongi was told to repeatedly stop picking at his nails by his mother and when she turned away he continued, and got called out for it by his brother, who only found enjoyment in getting him trouble. It was the other half of the truth that was making him feel this way. Making him feel like since what the doctor told him, this was how he had to act, that it was how anyone with the condition had to act...is what he told himself.
Parking into the driveway, the boys unbuckled their seatbelts and were ready to get back into their home so as they could catch up on the missed hours of sleep, from the early morning. As they were walking up the driveway a faded head of orange caught Yoongi's eyes, the head was placed on their knees as to avoid the chilling breezes that would make their face red with numbness. At the sound of the footsteps the head of ginger lifted themselves off the doorstep in hopes of seeing the person he was waiting for.
And indeed it was, the way Jimin's eyes lit up with happiness from seeing a close friend caused him to unconsciously smile despite how numb the cold had made his face.
"You're back!" His voice sounded light and heavenly something that brought ease to Yoongi's ears. The younger's voice was slightly high compared the Yoongi's but that was only cause he had to force himself to speak in a dialect like of a man from the city of Seoul, neglecting his own of a satoori dialect, which made him sound four years older than he was.
A hand laid itself onto Yoongi's shoulder, the presence of it being their causes him discomfort and irritant and he felt like shoving the hand off of him but knowing it belonged to his mother and she spoke from behind him, left him standing there bearing the heaviness on him.
"Why don't you invite Jimin in? It looks like he's been waiting outside for a bit,"
