The Last Breath | YoonMin

7.

'' Come in'' I mumble at the soft knock on the door as I put down my sketchbook and pull my beanie a little over my ears. Most of the time I don't wear it when I'm in my room, but I don't want to scare Jinae.

The door opens and in the doorway stands Yoongi, and in front of him, a small girl with a great resemblance to him. Yoongi sends me a smile while guiding Jinae towards the side of my bed. Before he reaches it he crouches down, still holding her little hand, and I can't help but smile at the words he softly speaks to her.

'' Alright Jinnie. Jimin feels a little sick today, so I want you to try and be calm. Can you do that for me?'' She nods her head and mumbles a soft '' Yes Yoongi oppa.'' Before turning to me, bowing and introducing herself.

'' Hi Jinae, I'm Jimin.'' I greet her back. I can tell Jinae seems a bit nervous, despite Yoongi describing her as bubbly. '' You didn't tell me your sister was this cute.'' I 'whisper' to Yoongi, who now has taken place on the chair next to my bed. '' Well what did you expect with a brother like me?'' He exclaims, earning a giggle from Jinae.

I cross my legs and pat the bed, inviting Jinae to sit with me. She jumps on and also immediately pulls her legs crisscross on the bed. '' So, how are you Jinae?''

'' I'm okay. Thank you Jimin-shi.''

'' It's fine Jinae.'' I chuckle. '' You can call me oppa if you want, or just Jimin. Whatever you want.''

'' Can I call you Jiminie?''

'' Please do.'' I laugh.

'' I like your room Jiminie.''

'' Thank you.'' I smile. '' I've been here for a while, so I figured I'd make it more like my one at home. I bet your room is just as pretty as this one isn't it?''

She looks down, fumbling with her little fingers, her lips in a slight pout. And I notice just how much she looks like her brother. '' What's wrong Jinnie?'' I ask softly as I gently grab her hand. It makes her look up, and I notice the small tears forming in het eyes. I feel my heart clench at the sight and turn to Yoongi, who looks at me with an apologetic look, making me wonder if I said something wrong, but he remains quiet.

'' I don't like it here.." She sniffs. " I don't like being sick, I-I don't like these nasty treatments.. O-Or losing my hair. I want to go home, to my own house and sleep in my own bed.''

Tears are now slowly making their way down her cheeks and I use my free hand to gently wipe them away. '' I'm so sorry Jinnie.. I know how hard going through this is. You don't deserve this, and I wish I could take it from you. So you could go home and play... And live.'' I whisper, and I notice her cries dying down to sniffles. '' You see this?'' I say, grabbing my sketchbook off the bed and scroll back a few pages. '' This is a Daffodil.'' I point at the drawing of the flower. She rubs her eyes with her fists, leaning closer to the paper.

'' Did you draw this Jiminie?'' She asks and looks up at me, to which I nod.

'' Daffodils indicate a new beginning and eternal life, they stand for happiness and joy. This is your flower, it represents you and what you will become. You will get better, Jinae.. I know it, the doctors know it and Yoongi knows it. I understand you might feel helpless, and I know it's unfair. Why do you have to be sick? Why couldn't they choose someone else? It isn't fair, and it never will be. But you will overcome this, Jinae. This is just a small rock on your road to eternity.''

'' And don't worry about losing your hair, look.'' Jinae shifts to sit on her knees in front of me, and I take off the beanie hiding my hairless head. '' I still look alright without it, right?'' She nods in response. '' Then I'm one hundred percent sure you will still look as beautiful as you do now. Maybe even more..''

Before anything else can be said two small arms wrap themselves tightly around my neck, and a soft '' Thank you.'' Whispers into my ear. I turn to look at Yoongi who's still in the same place he was a while ago, his pale hands wiping a few escaping tears from his pink cheeks and a small smile carries on his lips.

'' Does Yoongi oppa also have flower?'' Jinae questions as she sits back on the bed.

'' I'm sure he does.'' I chuckle. '' Only I'm not quite sure which one, yet.''

''Jiminie?''

'' Yes Jinnie?'' I respond as Jinae gently takes the sketchbook out of my hands. '' Which one is your flower?''

'' This one.'' I flip a few pages and point to the flower a bit further into the book. '' It's called a Gladiolus.''

She looks at the flower, slightly leaning her head to the side as she looks up at me. '' What does it mean?''

'' A Gladiolus stands for strength and faithfulness. It.. Signifies remembrance.'' I let out a soft sigh. '' I-I Don't want to be forgotten when I'm gone... I wan't people to remember me, the way I am now, the way I used to be... I don't want to be put away into a drawer in the darkest corners of their minds.''

'' Don't worry Jiminie.'' Jinae speaks up, her small hand finding it's place on top of mine. '' We will always remember you, thats a promise... Right Yoongi?'' She states, making us both turn to the boy who's beautiful brown orbs already found their way to mine.

'' Always.''

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So I feel like I'm finally getting some places again. I feel good about this.

So to celebrate

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Also, for those of you who want to know

This is how I picture the drawings to look like;