Paradise | Yoonmin

twenty-three

How do you continue to live on without the one you love? Maybe you don't. Maybe it would be better to be dead to join them in the afterlife.

How do you hold hope when your hope isn't there? Can you answer me this? It is painful, but a light will shine on you and guide you. Hopefully to the right path.

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Jungkook couldn't believe what he read. His tears wouldn't stop flowing. The only person he wanted to see was gone. All because of him. Perhaps he blamed himself.

He didn't want to be with anyone. Therefore he wrote a letter of his own. He wanted Tae. If he didn't have him, he didn't want anyone else. Taehyung changed Jungkook in so many ways, but now he isn't here. Truthfully, if Jungkook couldn't see Taehyung there was no one else he wanted to see.

Fate. It was a bitch, and Jungkook knew that now. As he wrote his letter, he kept smudging the ink with his tears. The doctor came in as he wrote.

"Mr. Jeon?" The doctor asked as he knocked.

"Yeah. Yeah that's me." He said as he quickly wiped his tears.

"I have good news. You may leave now. Would you like to tell your family or should I ?" The doctor kindly asked.

Jungkook didn't respond. He thought for a second, "I'll tell them doctor. Thank you so much for everything." Jungkook forced a smile as the doctor left the room.

He kept writing his letter as soon as the doctor left. Pen to paper. Tears in his eyes. Something out of a movie, but unfortunately this wasn't some movie it was his life.

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Yoongi had gone back to his room. It was around 8pm. He had dinner that the hospital served, it was gross but he hadn't eaten in days and Jin forced him to eat. It was time for bed in the hospital.

He was covered up in blankets, looking at the ceiling. Only thing on his mind, was Park Jimin. His love. His heart. His everything.

"Please don't take him from me. " He whispered to himself. Yoongi wasn't religious, I mean he was part of the mafia. He was the leader of the Santagati's. He didn't have time to pray to a God. Yet, he kept looking up as if he was talking to someone and kept asking for Jimin to not be taken away.

The mint haired man kept tossing and turning for about two hours. Trying to sleep with no success. He wanted to see him.

As he got up from the bed, he did so carefully as to not be caught. He changed from the hospital gown to his clothes. His injuries were healing, but he still had pain. To not get caught he placed pillows diagonally to the shape of a body and covered it with the blanket.

There were nurses around this hall, and so he waited till the coast was clear. Carefully, opening the door fully. Tip-toeing quickly out of the general care unit.

Luckily for him, Jaehyun and Yuta were asleep. They hadn't left the hospital for the past week since they arrived protecting Yoongi.

Yoongi sneaked past them and sneaked into the ICU. He remembered Jimin's room was at the end. It was dark in there, like it mattered if the lights were on since he wasn't waking up.

He, again tip-toed quickly to the end of the hall as to not get caught. As he went in, it hit him the fact that Jimin might not wake up. Why was he there? He questioned himself. He knew the answer to his questions. No matter how much he wish he didn't, he couldn't stay away from Jimin. To be without him is to be without reason in life.

He closed the door behind him and turned the lights on to see him better. His lover used to have such pink cheeks, but they were pale with no color. The tubes still ran inside him. It was a horrific sight for the ones that loved him.