help me hyung// yoonmin

twenty six

Min Yoongi POV

I waited, and waited. A nurse offered my a drink, but I politely declined. I sat, anxious. Finally, after about 4 hours, a nurse came out and called my name. "Min Yoongi?" she called. I jumped up and sprinted over to her. "Yes? That's me!" I said, panting. "Okay. Um, Jimin is going to be fine, he is just resting now. You can go see him if you would like." She said, flipping through her papers. "Yes! I would love to see him!" I practically yelled. She nodded and took me back. 

I walked through the off-white hallways. Down the hallway, I saw lots of closed doors, heard muffled yells and cries, and saw solemn faces. It made me sad when I thought about how Jimin was so worried when I was in the hospital. I felt guilty again. The nurse took me down to room 557. I opened the door and smiled when I saw my little Jiminie. He looked so tiny laying in the large hospital bed. I walked over and sat down at the chair next to him. "Hi baby." I whispered. His eyes fluttered and he looked up at me. "Hi Yoongi." he said, weakly. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" I asked, worried. He smiled and chuckled at my worry and shook his head no. "I'm really fine. I just feel so weak." he said, sadly. I leaned forward and hugged him. He buried his face in my neck and cried. I rubbed small patterns in his back with my fingertip.

He calmed down and pulled away from the hug. I kissed him and whispered, "I love you baby. Don't ever forget that." He smiled and blushed at my gesture. "Y-Yoongi-ah, I have a question." I said, shyly. I smiled and nodded, "What baby boy?". "D-Did the p-police officers s-see me n-naked?" he trailed off at the end, but I understood what he was saying. I smiled lightly, "No. I made sure to cover you up. You were so limp that we could only get your pants on, so your abs were exposed. The nurse was eyeing you, and I was boutta fight a bitch." I explained, heating up with anger at the thought of someone else hitting on Jimin. I was already threatening to kill the guy who raped Jimin. Luckily she was taken away to a different patient. Jimin giggled at my jealousy. "Is something funny Jiminnie?" I asked, sarcastically. He shook his head no before bursting into laughter. "Min Yoongi. You? Jealous?" He smirked at me, teasingly. "Of course! Nobody takes my baby boy!" I said. Jimin laughed again before the doctor walked in.

"Hello Jimin! How are you feeling?" he asked. I sat back down to make room for the doctor. "I'm good, just sore and tired." Jimin answered. I smiled at the fact that Jimin was feeling okay. "Everything okay mentally?" the doctor asked. Jimin looked confused. "Um, yeah? Why?" he asked. "Well, we contacted your father and he said that you have a past of mental illness." the doctor explained. Jimin's facial expression immediately hardened at the mention of his father. "He doesn't know what he is talking about." Jimin said, matter-of-factly. The doctor nodded. "You will be able to leave today. We will give you some medicine just in case you start to feel dizzy, woozy, or nauseous. Take it when you need it. I will also go get the paperwork for you to sign.". The doctor walked out of the door.

"Jimin, why did you lie to the doctor?" I was concerned because he said he didn't have a past of mental illness. "Because if I tell the truth, they will most definitely send me to a mental hospital." he answered. I was shocked. "It's really that bad?" I asked after a minute. Jimin just nodded. My eyes teared up, but Jimin just seemed over it. "Aren't you sad about it?" I asked. "No. I just don't feel anything anymore. I don't cry when I cut anymore. I don't feel the pain. When I used to burn myself, it hurt like fuck, but I felt that I deserved, so now, I just don't feel the pain." Jimin answered, staring at nothing. I felt a tear fall down my face. "Jimin...I can help you....you just need to tell me when you are feeling like this. Please. That's all I ask." I begged. "Okay hyung." he answered. I smiled and gave him another hug. "Now that I told you about me, tell me about your friend." he said. I shot my head up. "What? I didn't tell you about that. How did you hear?" I asked, nervously. "One. You didn't tell me yet. Two. You yelled something about your friend before running out of the police station. Also, Jin may have mentioned something about it." I sighed and nodded.

"Okay, so his name was Kim Heeseok. He was my best friend since 2nd grade. He was always bigger and tougher than me, but isn't everyone? He always protected me, and I was so grateful for him. He cared for me when my family didn't. Then the one ti-" I started, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. The doctor walked in as I quickly wiped away my tears. He handed Jimin his papers. Jimin signed them with staggering movements. His small hands were so cute. In all, he was just cute. I smiled remembering that he was mine. Once he had signed everything, the doctor handed him a bottle of pills. "Take these when you need them. They take about 5 minutes to start working." the doctor explained. Jimin smiled, nodded and took his pile of clothes. Then he looked down at his arm, realizing he still had his IV. "Um, doctor, could you take the IV out?" Jimin asked. The doctor turned around and laughed. "Oh! Of course Jimin! I'm sorry!" he said while walking over to Jimin. He took the IV out carefully, while Jimin shut his eyes tightly. "Okay, now lets just wrap it." The doctor took some gauze and medical tape and wrapped it around Jimin's small arm. Once he was done, he tore the tape off the roll and smoothed it down. At least that's what he did at first. The smoothing of the tape soon turned into the doctor rubbing Jimin's arm with intimacy. I frowned and felt my face heat up. Jimin didn't seem to notice. I walked over, slung my arm around Jimin, and kissed his cheek. The doctors face kind of flushed before he quickly walked out of the room.

"Let's get outta here." I said, face still red. "Yoongi? What was that?" Jimin asked. I shook my head, "The doctor was hitting on you. Trust me." Jimin blushed and grabbed his clothes. He walked into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. He reached for my hand as we walked out of the room. While we were walking, I remembered when I was in the hospital. I remembered how I made Jimin suffer and stress. "Jimin, I'm so sorry baby." I said. He looked back confused, but kept walking. "Why?" he asked. "For making you worry. When I was here I mean." I explained. He stopped walking and turned around to face me. His facial expression softened. "Yoongi, you never have to be sorry, okay?" he said, rubbing my arm. I nodded as he led me out of the hospital.

We started walking down the street, but it didn't look familiar. "Jimin, where are we going?" I asked. "We are meeting with my father." he said, not looking back.

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Authors Note

I think I might end this book soon. I'm kinda running outta ideas. Idk.