Paralyzed yoonmin ff

Chapter 3

Jimin's POV
I get out of Yoongi's car and walk inside his house.

He leads me through into his living room and tells me to sit on the couch so I do.

He puts the pizza on the table in front of us and asks me if I want a drink. I reply asking for water. Then he goes to the kitchen.

I look around his room while sat down. His living room looked really nice. He had a big flat-screen tv on his wall in front of the sofa. He also had a big book shelf to the left and a fireplace under the tv.

Yoongi walks back in with a glass of water and a drink for him.

"There you go." He hands me the glass of water and smiles.

"Thank you." I take a sip of the water and place it on the table.

"Take a slice!" Yoongi tells me.

I pick up a slice of pizza and take a bite.

I start chewing it and then suddenly all the flavours of the pizza hit me. I start to eat it quickly whilst tasting the amazing flavours then before I knew it I ate the whole slice.

"Take as much as you want Jimin. It's for you as well and seeming you haven't ate for ages."
Yoongi tells me then I pick up another slice devouring it.

I look over to Yoongi who's giggling from me devouring about 4 slices of pizza.

"Eat it slowly, you will get hiccups!" He gives me a cute smile.

I give him a smile back while watching him eat
a slice of pizza.

I watch him eating it looking at his face.

When I look at him I feel this emotion that I've never felt before. I can't help but stare at him for some reason, my eyes can't stop.

"You feeling full?" I snap out of my thought as he looks at me.

"Um, yes, thank you." I reply.

"Your welcome."

"Can I ask you something?" He asks me.

"Sure." I look at him.

"Why did you want to end your life? What made you feel like you no longer wanted to live?" He looks deep into my eyes.

I sigh.

"Everything in life. I feel like this world isn't for me. I don't feel anything but sadness, like it's the only emotion that I have. I have no friends. I don't have any family. I have no one. Everyday I would wake up with the feeling of emptiness. Nothing can make me happy. So I thought, what's the point of living? If nothing is going to make me happy, then why be here?" I see Yoongi's face with a massive frown placed on it.

"This is why I'm going to show you that your wrong, that you can be happy and your life is worth living." He replies back.

"And you said something about you don't have any family?" He questions me.

"My mum and dad didn't care much for me as I child, they only cared for my brother. He's 2 years younger then me and is good at everything. He used to always come home from school with amazing grades and was good at anything while there was me good at nothing so one day I just woke up and they were gone." I look down at my feet.

"I'm sorry." Yoongi looks down also.

"How old were you when they left?"

"12." I reply. "I ended up going to a foster home for 3 years then stayed with a family for a year until I turned 16 then I lefted as soon as I could.They abused me."

I see Yoongi face. He looked like he was actually sad for me like he cared. But why would he care about me?

"I'm so sorry that this has happened to you." He frowns.

"Don't worry." I reply looking to the ground.

"Why did you want me to stay at yours?" I ask him.

"Because I'm scared you might do something stupid again." He looks at me.

"Oh."

After we finish the pizza Yoongi shows me around his house. He also shows me a share room that he said I could stay in. It was getting pretty late and I had no spare clothes so Yoongi said I could borrow his and his pjs. I was sat on my bed and Yoongi was standing in handing me some clothes.

"Starting from tomorrow I will show you the amazing things that life offers and that it's worth living." He shoots me a smile.

"Ok." I reply.

"Goodnight Jimin." He smiles.

"Goodnight Yoongi." Then he quietly closes the door.

I sit on my bed for a thew seconds just thinking about everything about today.

Why did he save me? Why did he call the ambulance? Why didn't he just let me die? These thoughts rushed through my head.

And why does he want to show me horrible world? Then I suddenly thought of something else.

Does he actually care for me?

No one has ever cared for me so why him and why now?

I get changed into some of his pjs and lay quietly on my bed looking up to the ceiling then slowly drift to sleep.