Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 8

Jimin woke up, shivering violently. The hospital gown too thin, paper-like material, in the cold dark room. He was suffering from another fever, but he was given nothing to keep himself warm. From what he could tell he was in a bed now instead of the cold metal bed he was placed on earlier. No tubes attached to him anymore.

A bright white light turned on and blinded him, spotlighting directly in his face. The door suddenly opened, and he heard a couple of footsteps. He felt hands grab his hands and feet, restraining them. He cried out in pain, his body burning from contact. "I know it hurts." A male voice cooed, touching his arm gently. A shadow loomed over him, the light blinding Jimin that he couldn't see the man's face. "But you're doing so well."

Jimin clenched his teeth, holding back another cry. He felt his body burn, almost like his skin was on fire. The pain was too great, causing Jimin to feel dizzy – his eyes becoming hard to keep open. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes, he could hear himself crying.

"You will be perfect" the voice hushed, Jimin felt the man's hand run through his fingers. Tears slipping down his temples, the last thing Jimin felt was a soft kiss on his forehead. The pain becoming excruciating.

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Jimin woke up in a cold sweat and gasping out of his nightmare. The figure standing in the doorway jumped in surprise and caused Jimin to yell out in surprise. "Fuck" He cursed, holding his hand to his chest. One day he was going to die from fright. "What do you want?"

"Jin made breakfast," Yoongi spoke softly like he usually would after Jimin wakes up from his nightmares. Jimin glanced up at the clock, reading that it was almost the afternoon. He looked up to see that Yoongi was gone from the spot, he muttered something under breath – something about Yoongi being an ass.

He got up from the bed and made his way to the kitchen. Yoongi sat with Jin across the table, Jin looked up at him with a bright smile and waved him over. Jin got up from his chair and grabbed his plate – the table only had two chairs, "here, sit down."

Jimin tried to protest but Jin had already plopped himself on the counter.

Jimin sat down, looking hungrily at his plate. Jin was the best cook and Jimin was grateful for that, one of the rare things he could be grateful ever since waking up into this life. He ate greedily, the kitchen quiet except for the soft clanking of the chopsticks against the plate, and then noticed that someone was missing.

"Where is Namjoon?" Jimin asked, his mouth full of food. Jin scolded him but frowned at his question.

"He left again this morning."

Jimin looked up at Yoongi who was looking at Jin. This had been going on for a week, each morning Namjoon would leave and return when everyone was getting ready for bed. Jimin couldn't help but wonder where he'd go off too, especially when he would hear Jin and Namjoon fighting when they thought no one could hear them. And each night, they got louder.

"We're going shopping today," Yoongi interrupted. He cleared his throat. "Grocery run."

"I can come too?" Jimin straightened up excitedly.

Jimin hadn't left the apartment yet, Jin had reasoned that he wasn't allowed to leave. But Jimin was getting restless, jealous that the others could leave, and they could go about freely. Lately, the apartment felt like a prison to him.

"Mmhmm, just the two of us." Jimin barely caught Yoongi glance at Jin who was still frowning at his plate. Where was Namjoon off to and what was he doing? Jimin made a mental note to ask Yoongi when they were alone.