- jimin's pov -
last night we talked till 2 in the morning about our dreams and hopes for the future.
we sat together on the edge of the hospital bed, our hands intertwined while we swung our feet.
"i want to buy a big house."
"no, yoongi- i want a small, cozy apartment."
"whatever you wish for."
"i want three dogs."
"do you- by any chance want children?"
"yeah i've thought about it."
"we could consider adopting after we get married-"
"and who said i was marrying you?"
he blinked at me, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of a response.
"im kidding, yoongi."
"i know, i was just playing along."
"yeah right." i said, giggling as i reached over to punch his shoulder. he swiftly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, my cheek against his chest.
"hear that? that's how fast my heart beats for you."
we stay silent like that for awhile, my head buried in his neck as he peppered my forehead with kisses.
i break the silence, droplets of tears rolling down my cheeks as i sniffled and cried into the sleeve of his hospital gown.
"what's wrong, jimin?" his soothing voice calmed me, as he held me tighter than before.
"that's the exact phrase you said before you lost your memory," i muttered, crying even harder now.
"shhh- don't cry. don't ruin what might be my last night with you."
i push him away, wiping my face with my hands while i sobbed even louder.
"you can't say shit like that," i cried out.
"i was just joking, you big crybaby. but there is a risk anyways so," he trailed off, flopping his back on the hospital bed.
"sorry." he whispered, turning off the table light, as the both of us plunged into complete darkness.
i watched him drift off to sleep, then got off the bed and walked to his side. i examined his features, the pale moonlight illuminating his cheek and collarbone.
i bent down slightly, pressing a kiss against his lips.
"i love you."
i woke up a mere hour and a half later, to sounds of yoongi crying. the moonlight cast a shadow on the floor, and i saw his silhouette.
he sat on the edge of the hospital bed anxiously, running his fingers through his hair.
he was crying.
i got off the sofa bed, with my feet on the cold floor. i hugged him tight.
"hey- hey don't cry."
"i never thought i'd say this," he gritted between tearful sobs, his voice cracking. "but im scared, jimin. i really am."
"we could postpone the operation," i suggested, stroking the nape of his neck softly.
