Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Seventeen

Time passed and everything was back to normal. Well, almost everything.

"When are you seeing the doctor again?" I asked Yoongi while cleaning the dishes. I took a few days off work to take care of him, while Yoongi had to quit his job.

"Tomorrow at nine."

"Okay. I'm coming with you."

"Jimin..." I looked at him.

"I wanna be by your side. Okay? Please, for me, look at things from the brighter side. Everything will be fine. I don't accept it otherwise."

He smiled and walked over to me. "Alright then." he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me and connects out lips into a kiss. I thought that kiss will be sweet and gentle but it was quite rough. He slipped his tongue between my lips and explored every inch of my mouth.

"Suga..."

"Just enjoy." he smiled a bit before continuing to kiss me, leading us both towards the couch. We fell on it with him above me.

"What if you have another attack? I'm scared Hyung."

"Don't worry Jimin. Everything will be alright." he started kissing my neck and slowly pulling up my shirt until it was completely off.

"No..." I push him away from me and stand up.

"Why not?" he asked with a pained expression. 

"I'm scared that you'll have another attack or something like that... I-i... sorry..."

He smiled. "Don't worry. It won't happen. It's alright to be scared. Let's watch a movie instead, okay?" I smiled sadly and nodded my head. Sitting down next to him, I wrapped my arms around him to cuddle him as he plays a random movie for us to watch.

I feel so guilty...

"I love you Yoongi."

"I love you too."

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The next day I woke up and noticed that we fell asleep on the couch while watching the movie. I look at the sleeping figure next to mine and smile. I can't believe that he will d-... No. He won't. I swear with all I've got that he will stay alive no matter what. I wouldn't call myself Park Jimin if it happens otherwise.

Honestly, even I am starting to hate my surname because of everything that happened with my parents. But still, they are my parents. I shouldn't hate them.

I took my jacket and went out of our apartment. I went to a nearby store since we were missing some ingredients. I went inside and took a basket in which I could put the things I need.

While I was picking some vegetables, I got a feeling like someone was staring at me. I turned around and saw someone leaving the opposite way from me. I ignored it and started searching for other things we needed. I wanted to keep ignoring, but the feeling of being watched just kept bothering me. I look to my right and this time see a man in black staring at me. Once he noticed my gaze on him, he turned around and left the shop.

Something's wrong. That was the same man I saw on that rainy day when I was with Suga for the first time. I sigh and turn my gaze at the products in my basket, but then I notice a small message on the ketchup. What??...

"You better hurry back if you don't want your Yoongi to die sooner than he should." 

WHAT?!

I drop the basket as fear run down my spine. Who is this?! How do they know Suga's real name? Oh no...

I run out of the store and, once I was about to cross the street, I felt something being thrown over my head and I was being dragged by someone.

"Take him away!" 

WHAT? WHERE?

I screamed and tried resisting, but it didn't work. After someone lifted me and put me over his shoulder, I felt a hard object hitting my head. "Where are they taking me?" were the last words I was able to whisper before my mind went unconscious. 

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