Delivery Boy (YOONMIN)

All Time Low CHPT81

As expected from the marvelous Jin, the surgery was a complete success!

Other than some minor scaring, Min's head and chest surgery was a success story. His bones and vital organs were properly healing and was expexted for a full recovery with time. Jin had confidently assured Jimin that Yoongi would soon wake from his slumber in a few weeks. The anticipation was growing in Jimin day by day but he had never lost hope. Those few days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into the first month.

The first month had seemed natural. Jimin skillfully constructed this perfect persona of a man in peak of good health. He was conformed to his daily regimen, participating in daily activities and work requirements and maintaining communication with Namjoon and Sunhee. He was even able to convince the couple that he needed some personal time to think, as requested Namjoon and Sunhee solemnly obliged.

Within these brief sessions he would take a small visit to the unconscious Min Yoongi. His quick visits never extended more than 30 minutes. He spared a quick wave to Jin and the passing nurses as he walked in and left flowers that promoted regenerating health. The boy even adopted the habit of reading to the slumbering man, softly laughing along to quick bits and adding different voices to the eccentric characters for dialog. He would stay for 30 minutes, grant him a few fare well kisses and endless whispers of 'I love yous' and be on his way.

The second month was not the same.

The second month he would ask Jin about his lover's condition and once again Jin would assure him that Min was healing properly and he just needed more time and that he couldn't rush the healing process. Jimin forced a sweet hardened smile to his elder, thanking him for the information and make his way into Min's little room, the soft beating of the heart monitor keeping him company. He would watch the man for hours, reading his books, watering the withering roses and adjusting his pillows and adding his get well cards to the accumulating pile. He would tell him stories of his friends adventures, like how Sunhee is due in 2 more months, how Namjoon finally became adjusted to his one eye, how Yoongi's hair finally grew back from the head surgery and was getting too long.

His hair was coal black and curly a fitting look for the bad boy reputation he carried with him. Jimin would tell him how his body appeared weaker and thinner with time and how he couldn't wait until he was awake so they could eat breakfast together like the good old days.

The third month is when Jimins life began to slip between his fingers.

The flowers were dead.

His novels all finished.

His smile gone.

The accumulated get well cards discarded along side the withered peddles.

Jimin had successfully disappeared from everyone, dozens of daily unread messages from Hoseok left flashing on his cellphone screen, requests for quality time denied and responsibilities left disregarded in failed hopes that Yoongi would wake from his slumber.

The lonely prince was unable to take their sentimental apologizes, their irrational optimism or reconstructed predictions as to when Min was going to wake up. The truth was...Min Yoongi should have woke up in the first month and yet there he lay. Muscles mass deteriorating after a period of non-usage, black hair spiraled around his hollowed cheeks, eyes shut and pale skin a dull pasty color. Jimin had appeared less and less at work. The obnoxious stares and sentimental pitied apologies from his coworkers were starting to make him physically ill. Everything was to be put on hold, his work, his communication with friends, his eating, his outside activities. His days were now being spent in the hospital from morning to night.

The fourth month, Jimin stopped feeling sad, as a matter of fact, Jimin stopped feeling pretty much anything. No anger, no remorse, no happiness... nothing, he was void of all emotions, constantly exercising his daily regimen religiously. Stay by his lover side until he was requested to leave.

"Where is Jimin?"

Namjoon ran his hand through the violet strands of hair, parting them with his fingers as he gazed to his Hyung. Jin merely sighed at the question "He's in the same spot he was the last few months, this time we're having to kick him out once visiting hours are done but he just ends up coming back the next day" he stated sadly. "Joon..." Jin whispered "He's not eating, he's loosing weight and he doesn't look like he's sleeping either. He's barely holding up a conversation" Jin was rambling again, the concern heavy in his voice "Joon...Yoongi's not waking up. Everything is practically healed and he's still not waking up and the longer he stays like this the worse Jimin condition gets" he said.

"Don't worry Hyung, I'll take care of him."

So now Jimin sat at the dinner table, convinced  by the pleads of his daunting hyung to spend time with him and his beautiful family. A whole feast of food prepared to restart his appetite. All three of the Kim's enjoying small dinner talk and each others presence while Jimin stared blankly into space. Jimin kept his eyes glued to his plate, tossing the food around with his chop sticks. He took the first bite and set his utensils to rest, the elaboret meal had the same unpleasant flavor like all the other times he tried to eat.

It taste like ash.

"Jimin" His eyes followed the voice that called for him. He must have missed the dinner since every one's plates were cleared except his. They all had noticed, they all had kept silent. Namjoon, with his sweet low baritone voice and his soft eye kept his concern hidden with another smile "Jimin, cans  you please help me clear the table?" he said and Jimin agreed thoughtfully, giving a wave as Sunhee took her sleepy toddler off to bed.

Namjoon was busying himself with putting away left overs. He peered up to Jimin leisurely washing his hands.

The image didn't concern him until he noticed the steam rising from the sink. "Jimin-ah," he walked over to the odd young man, placing his hand softly on his back. "Hey, you don't need the water this hot just to wash your hands" he said softly. Jimin didn't budge, he let the heat run over the tiny appendages, not sparing Namjoon a single glance "Jimin-ah...stop it" he said with concern growing in his voice as he pulled the boys hands away. Jimin merely shrugged him off and returned his hands beneath the scolding water. Namjoon's voice grew in volume, attempting to hide the tremors in his vocals as the water began to cause the small fingers to blister.

"I said quit it Jimin!!"

Namjoon quickly reached over to turn off the faucet "Jimin-ah!!! Damn it! What are you doing!!!" his screaming didn't seem to bother the little brunette, Jimin lazily shrugged his shoulders as a response. Namjoon held him by his wrist, the small hands glowing a blistering red "You're hurting your self and..." Namjoon stopped the second Jimin shot back a questionable glare at him

"I can't feel anything Namjoon" his voice was as meek as his posture.

His soulless eyes looked into the others.

"I just want to feel something...anything.....even pain" he muttered and Namjoon grew more and more worried.

He had no special training, no understanding of the human psyche so he blurted out a phrase rarely useded in his dialogue.

"Jimin, I don't understand."

The boy snatched away from him all together and walked over to the counter.

"Then let me show you what I mean"

Namjoon watched in complete silence as his eyes followed the boys direction. Jimin walked towards a display of culinary knifes and pulled forth the sharpest blade. Panic had pumped adrilaline into his veins as he went dashing over to the boy.

Jimin positioned the blade towards himself and lunged for his own throat.