3rd Person POV
"H-hey.." He stuttered to the boy who was wearing a red beanie, a black shirt and ripped black jeans. He looked at Yoongi and pulled out one earbud.
"Yeah?"
His voice sent Yoongi over the edge on the inside. It was so sweet like candy yet rich like chocolate. He wanted to hear that voice on repeat forever.
"I-I'm Yoongi. I've seen you've been here the past few times and I wanted to meet you." His eyes shifted to the side while his fingers rubbed up and down the side of his oxegyn handle.
Jimin pulled out the other earbud, wrapping them around his neck. "I'm Jimin. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand to Yoongi, the brunette gladly taking it and giving the boy a handshake.
"Yes! He likes me! Fuck yeah!" Yoongi yelled inside of his head.
"So..."
"Sooo,"
"Yeah I'm socially awkward and you can let go of my hand now." He said with a nervous chuckle. Yoongi's face was burning up but he put his head down and to the side.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't notice..." Jimin let go of the boy's hand, staring to play with his rings that lay on his fingers.
"Why do you have so many rings?" The older asked, looking at Jimin's rings of many shapes and colors.
"Oh, these?" Jimin showed Yoongi his rings at a closer angle. "My grandma used to wear rings all the time, but now she can't. So I'm wearing them for her. I think they look good..." He said the last sentence mostly to himself, but the older heard what he said.
"You really pull them off." The older nodded, a small smile pulled at his lips.
"Alright everyone let's circle up!" The director called, Jimin pouted but quickly stopped when Yoongi looked back at him.
"Let's talk after?" The older suggested.
"Yeah. Sure."
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FanfictionA young boy, Min Yoongi, at the age of 19 was diagnosed with Stage 4 Thyroid cancer with metastasis forming in his lungs. Every day he fights this and succeeds. He then meets a boy that shows up at his therapy group, and the tables turn dramatically...
