hello friends!! this might be the last chapter ((maybe i'll add an epilogue))
:) thank you for being here throughout!!!————————————————————
jimin's eyes shot open.
his eyes were bloodshot, eyelids heavy, drooped with sadness and grief-
but mostly, guilt.
guilt, because he understood that if he never left his side- yoongi would have never lost his memory and then later on, his life.
yoongi's clothes were strewn all over his bed. jimin lay in them, his scent evoking vivid memories of the man he loved.
tears threatened to spill as jimin got up, his ankles were aching from the lack of use.
he knelt down, his knees coming in contact with the rough wooden floorboard, which creaked under his weight, as he picked up a polaroid of the pair and brushed his thumb over yoongi's face, whispering;
"don't worry, yoongi. ill get to see you soon."
jimin turned on the pan, watching as the black block sizzled and its liquids oozed out. heaving a sigh as he held yoongi's handwritten letter which he wrote before the operation in his hands gingerly, he leaned against the kitchen cupboard.
the letter read;
dearest jimin,
i am writing to you because i've been told the risk.
25% chance of survival;
what are the odds?
its been an amazing four months with you, and i am so in love with you that it hurts.
it hurts because you seemed familiar,
and it hurts because i know that i hurt you.
it hurt you because before i lost my memory, i loved you so much.
and i want to thank you.
i want to thank you for staying by my side, even when i couldn't recognise you, and even when i hurt you because of that.
im just glad, jimin.
im glad i got to fall in love with you;
all over again.
love,
yoongi.
and with that, as his eyes skimmed over the last few words, they flew shut, jimin's mind plunging into darkness as his chest heaved its final breath.
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"-so, you killed him off?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
"yes."
"and what's-what was his name?"
"jimin. park jimin."
"-and what do you mean you killed him off, yoongi?"
"i-i didn't kill him." he muttered, pulling his legs up to the chair and rocking himself back and forth.
"listen, yoo-"
"NO!! YOU LISTEN!! HE KILLED HIMSELF!!" yoongi yelled, standing up and screaming at his psychiatrist.
"calm down, yoongi. remember what we said? deep breaths, come on."
yoongi was now a sobbing mess. he couldn't understand.
in a frenzy, his psychiatrist left the room, leaving yoongi strapped tightly to the chair, managing to squirm and break free.
yoongi, being only thirteen, was able to beat the straps that strapped him down, to the chair even though they were meant for adults- that's how aggressive he was.
he walked to the translucent glass, pressing his ear against it to eavesdrop on mrs min and his psychiatrist's conversation.
"it's- its not going to get better, mrs min. yoongi's schizophrenia has only been getting worse and there has been no signs of recovery since we started him on his meds."
"but-"
"get him in a mental institution if you want what's best for him."
"please- he just needs more time-"
"he even had an imaginary friend he thought was real, hyori!" his psychiatrist's voice echoed in the almost empty clinic, not even bothering to call his mother mrs min anymore.
"jimin- was just a figment of my imagination?" he wondered, sitting down and patting his shoes of its debri nonchalantly.
he wasn't surprised;
because so were hoseok and seokjin.
they were just characters of his imagination, too.
and so he went back home, and sat next to his window, watching the sunset.
and he would sit there, for hours and hours and hours.
hours; till dawn came,
and another jimin,
and another hoseok,
and another seokjin,
would take the previous' place.
