Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 6: <○Dear John Letter○>

"Jimin... Hey, Jimin!"

He groaned. He sighed. He did everything except open his eyes. It was too hard to anyways. So he gave up before even trying.

"Hyung, I know you're alive, dammit. I can see you breathing."

Jimin's chest ached though. It was a sharp pain that was enough to make his head spin. It was probably worse than all the guilt and embarrassment he had to suffer through. Yes... The aching had to be worse than that.

He forced himself to turn his back to Jungkook's voice, bringing his pillow closer to him for some comfort. He knew he could get over the pain. He'd lived long enough with his sickness to prove that. But just thinking about how he promised himself that he wasn't going to flake out after 5 minutes of his Therapeutic Training Session just made the fact that he did worse for his dignity.

The wheels of Jungkook's wheelchair squeaked across the tiles, bringing him beside Jimin's bed in seconds. But Jimin had plans other than talking to his best friend.

I'm just gonna cry, he concluded, stuffing his face in his pillow with a sigh. I'll give up and cry like a baby. That'll chase Jungkook away.

He thought about his option for a second, weighing it on his invisible one-sided scale. He thought of all the times he did burst out crying when he felt depressed. He thought of all his attempts to make Jungkook disappear.

But then he remembered: Jungkook was stubborn. And he never disappeared.

The younger always found some way to get Jimin talking, like some sort of annoying scab he could never scratch off. Jimin wasn't going to lie though; he did appreciate Jungkook for always being this way. But somehow, he felt as if he needed to be alone, in his own depressing bubble so that he could sob with his Park Chanyeol posters in peace.

And he knew only one way to achieve that.

I could just pretend to be dead...

He felt himself grin at the thought.

Yeah... That could work.

He gripped his pillow tighter. I'll be dead and Jungkook can just sue the damn hospital on my behalf. The police will know they overworked me. Because... Because I'm only a kid... This could be child labour!

"Hyung, your phone's vibrating."

Jimin paused in his hyped thoughts, almost halfway with his plan to escape to somewhere like Malta before anyone found out that he wasn't actually dead. But something about Jungkook's annoyed sigh finally made him shove his pillow away, bringing himself to face the seated boy beside him with a frown.

"Huh?"

Jungkook's eyes flashed with another round of annoyance as he shifted his wheels to face Jimin directly. And with an exaggerated groan, he picked his hyung's phone off his lap, shoving it in his reach.

"Your phone's vibrating," he grumbled, half throwing the phone in Jimin's hands.

He shook his head. "Whoever it is must be desperate. Exactly 99 texts and 4 missed calls. And it looks like they're still busy trying to get to you."

Jimin frowned, fumbling with his phone in his hands. And for the most part, Jungkook was right. His phone was vibrating with an incoming call. But knowing who the hell it was was a different story.

INCOMING CALL FROM:

UNKNOWN NUMBER