Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Fifteen

He finished playing the song so I opened my eyes and stared at him for a few more seconds before speaking. "That was amazing." He turned around, greeting me with a big smile.

"You're home." he moves a little to a side so I could sit next to him.

After sitting down, I turn towards him, complimenting him once again. "You play beautifully."

"Thanks... Want me to teach you?" I nodded my head and we started with the so-called 'class'. Unfortunately, I wasn't very good at it.

I sighed and gave up on trying. "How about you play and I sing?" I suggested and he agreed. So it was like that. He was playing the piano with his long pale fingers that fit perfectly with the keys and I followed that beautiful melody with my voice. Honestly speaking, I enjoyed more in being beside him than I was enjoying singing.

"Jimin..." he suddenly stopped playing so I looked over at him. "We need to talk?"

What? Is he going to tell me? Finally! "Sure. What about?" He lowers his gaze to the floor, lightly rubbing the back of his neck.

"I... I t-think..." he started, a bit insecure. He exhaled and cleared his throat before continuing with the stern voice. "I think it would be better if we break up..."

I was in shock. What?!! "Break up? What do you mean?"

He stands up. "Jimin, I love you, but..."

"But what?" I stand after him. No, this is not happening.

"I'm scared that I'll hurt you. Not physically but mentally. And not just you, both of us. I don't want you to suffer. I want you to be happy."

"WHY? What are you hiding from me?! And you're already hurting me! Right now! I'm only happy if I'm by your side!"

"And that's the problem! Understand me! What if I won't be by your side one day?! Huh?! What then?!"

I only watched him and kept quiet. What does he mean...?

"Jimin maybe it would be for the best to just break up. For your own good."

Tears started building up in my eyes but I didn't let them fall down my face. I gulped and took a deep breath. No. I'm not hurt. My heart doesn't hurt. I know he loves me.

"Just... Tell me why? Just tell me why and I'll leave you alone." He smiled.

"No, you won't. I know you won't give up on me."

"Then why are you even trying?" he was about to say something, but instead he froze with his eyes wide and hands grabbing his head like he was in pain.

"Yoongi!" I run up to him, but he already fell on the floor, unconscious.

How did this beautiful dream turn into a nightmare...

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I ran and held Yoongi's hand as he laid unconcious on the bed, nurses and doctors taking him to the emergency room. "Please help him. I beg you." I almost yelled as one nurse stopped me and told me that I couldn't go any further.

"Please stay here."

I stood there, breathless, as I watched them take him away from me. No! NO! NO! I grabbed my hair and started pulling on it in frustration. "ARGH!!" Full of worry and frustration, I sat down on a nearby chair as tension filled the air in the hallway.

"Please be fine... Please..." I prayed for him with my whole heart.

The vibration of my phone stopped me for a moment so I took it out to see who's calling. Hoseok. I took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Jimin, where are you? I'm in front of your apartment." I heard him say over the line. I was trying my best to hold in my sobs and not start crying. Don't be a coward and a weakling Jimin, be strong. I kept telling myself in my head over and over.

"Jimin?" Hoseok spoke again, probably worried because of my silence.

"We're in the hospital." I finally geather the curage to speak.

"Oh no... I know which one. Stay there. Everything will be alright. Okay? Suga will be fine. I'm on my way over." I hear him say after a long sigh.

I end the call and rest my head against the wall behind me. "What is going on? When did all we had started falling apart? Until yesterday, everything was just fine..." I asked myself as darkness engloufted my body in that bright waiting room. Without him, without my light, darkness was the only friend I had. 

Hoseok came not long after the call. "Jimin?" he ran towards me and pulled me in a long, strong hug. "Everything will be alright."

"Please tell me what's going on! I can't take this anymore! Why is he here? What's wrong? Why is all of this happening?"

He just stared at me and kept silent. "That's something he will have to tell you."

"NO! He won't! He doesn't want to tell me! He even told me he wants us to break up! To break up!" Hoseok just lowerd his head.

"I knew he was going to chose that way..."

"Which way?? Hoseok please tell me!"

"I'm sorry Jimin. He will be fine and he will explain you everything." he got up and went to toalet.

What? What will he explain me? I can't take this anymore. I can't...
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An hour had passed and I'm still sitting in this awful hallway. I'm looking at my small hands. He loves my hands. Especially because they are small. Why am I even thinking about this now...

Suddenly, a nurse walked in the room in which Yoongi was taken. I stood up and watched the door, waiting for her to return. Once she was out, I walked over to her.

"How's he?"I asked, very worried.

"He's alright now and awake. You can see him if you want to." I nod my head and was about to enter the room, but I had to stop for a second to collect my thoughts.

You can do it Jimin. Be strong. Don't be a fucking coward. For him. I must be strong for him.

I open the door and come in. He's awake. Once my eyes fell on him, I felt most of the burden on my shoulders disappearing. I felt relieved that he was fine. I smiled and walked over to his bed, making him look up at me.

He had no emotions on his face. He was once again the old Yoongi I knew. The old and emotionless Suga...
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