yuta x minion wins

Belonging [ANGST]

"He only has a 10% chance of living."

"He could die at any moment."

It was evening at the hospital in which he laid. It was sterile, and quiet as even the slightest sound can result in an echo heard by all. Staring at the blank ceiling above, Yuta's heavy eyelids struggled to stay open. He breathed hard into his oxygen mask, clinging onto his life as desperately as he could. But honestly, it was like all of this was meaningless, and he didn't know why he even tried at this point. Every time he heard the clock ticking in the midst of silence, the voices of visitors or nurses staring at him pitifully, or when he would  watch the same sun rise and fall day by day and see the evening sky without a single star that could give him hope, he questioned why he was even trying to stay alive. He shut his eyes at the thought, averting his eyes from the ceiling and drifting off, going to sleep.

The next morning he woke up feeling more numb than he'd usually had been, turning his head to find a doctor at his side taking notes. Could his old doctor be tired of him? He wouldn't have been surprised, not that it mattered.

"Good morning, Mr. Nakamoto."

"Good morning..."

"Breathing alright?"

"Mhm..."

Yuta was still half asleep, and didn't exactly see what the doctor looked like. He, however, smelled like bananas. He had an awfully high-pitched voice, but perhaps it was just his ears messing with him again.

"I'm Dr. Kevin. From now on, I'll be assisting you, okay?"

Dr. Kevin ruffled Yuta's hair gently in a caring manner, and it made Yuta's heart flutter for some odd reason. Had he ever been treated with such care before since he had entered this hospital?  With that, he nodded, and gave the doctor a weary smile.

Now that he thought about it upon waking up more and his vision clearing up, the doctor looked rather odd. He was exceptionally tall, but not human-looking in the slightest. Perhaps it was just him having hallucinations, or maybe not. No matter, he's seen stranger, and when he's in the situation that he is right now and he's at the verge of death nothing had to make sense anymore. He was shaped like an oval, with smooth, yellow skin. He wore goggles, and his eyes were large and brown, rather captivating to him. He had a kind smile on his face, and he had a few hairs on his head. It was alright for Yuta, however, and he accepted him just like that.

"Good morning, Yuta! I hope you're doing well."

"I am."

-

"Hey Yuta! Eat well and stay healthy."

"I will."

Days went by and Dr. Kevin would always visit him, asking him how he had felt and adjusted his pillow to make him feel comfortable. Dr. Kevin would  drop by and give him bananas to eat when he noticed his stomach growl, and he would tell him fun stories to cheer him up and make him feel happy and well. He would take excellent care of him, listen to him, and made him feel like he belonged. Somehow, he made him feel so happy. A happiness that he hasn't felt in a long time. It was what he always wanted. It was what Yuta was always just yearning for. A reason to keep going.

"Dr. Kevin, why are you being so kind to me?"

"I want to see you be happy."

"Why?"

"Because I..."

Kevin was about to say something, but shut his mouth. Yuta tilted his head, confused. 

"Because you what?"

He felt something in his chest when he heard his words and what he could have been implying. His heart stopped. 

"You... you would never love a minion like me..."

A... a minion like me? How could he ever say such a thing; a kind soul like his own? Who cares if he was a minion? He treated him like he belonged, made him felt like he mattered for once in his life. He didn't care about how he looked or how he sounded or acted. He didn't care about anything like that. He loved Kevin. He loved him for who he was and not what others thought of him. He felt the anger boiling in his blood, and he couldn't stop himself from shouting.

"How can you say such a thing!? 'A minion like you', don't you ever belittle yourself like that. Kevin, I don't care. I'm in love with you, and I mean it. I don't care what you are, I want you, and I love you."

Yuta's cheeks were burning. Kevin's eyes widened, and his shocked face was replaced with an overjoyed one. He didn't hesitate to embrace Yuta tightly, cradling the other's frail body gently.

"Yuta... I'm so thankful, I don't know what to say. I love you so much..."

That night, Kevin stayed with Yuta, staying at his side until he was asleep. He kissed his forehead, and ensured him of his importance, and his own love for him. 

He felt so happy... He didn't want to go to sleep. He gave one last look at Kevin's face before falling asleep, excited for the next day to come where he could be with his beloved again.

...

The lights seering from the blinds awakened Yuta, and he smiled as his eyes slowly opened and he reached to his side. He felt nothing and no warmth. With a sudden rush of panic, he sat up despite the pain that shot down his spine and glanced from left to right.

"Dr. Kevin?"

He called out.

No reply.

He tried to call out again, multiple times, and had no response.

He panicked, and wouldn't stop crying out his name.

A nurse stumbled in after hearing the calls multiple times, wearing an apathetic look on her face.

"Sir, are you alright...? There's no Dr. Kevin in this hospital."

"...D-did he leave?"

"No... Sir, we never had a Dr. Kevin in this hospital."

No... what...?

...

Oh... Of course. He really let himself hope again, huh. Of course it was a dream all along. When he actually saw happiness on Earth and thought he would actually want to keep on living, it had to be taken away. Why is life so cruel...? Not that he was surprised.  He wanted to cry and curse it all. He wanted to scream but felt to exhausted to. He was sick of it all, there was no point in wasting your energy anyways.

He sighed, choking back tears, feeling his heart shattering. He shut his eyes to escape the pain...

And never opened them again.