The Last Breath | YoonMin

9.

Five weeks. It's been five weeks since the last time I went outside. I found a picture of me and Jihyung in front of the hospital, dated five weeks ago. It was warm that day, I wonder if it's still the same. But Yoongi talked about ice cream yesterday, so I guess it must be a bit like it was all those weeks ago.

I'm in the process of tying my shoelaces when the door busts open and a small bubble of happiness comes running into the room, jumping on the bed, and in no time I've got those small arms wrapped around my neck. '' Hi Jiminie!'' She yells, and I have to pull my head back a bit because of the volume. '' Hi Jinnie.'' I ruffle her hair and go back to tying my shoelaces. Not a second later a raven haired boy appears in my doorway, completely out of breath.

'' ....Jinnie... You forgot... Your shoes.'' He pants, hand placed on his chest as he walks into the room, and I then notice Jinae's shoeless feet. Yoongi crouches in front of her to put on Jinae's forgotten shoes, now and then cursing under his breath because she keeps swinging her legs towards his face. It's a lovely sight to see. '' How are you feeling today Jimin?''

'' Good.'' I mumble, not looking away from the still struggling Yoongi.

'' Are you sure?'' He looks at me, squinting his eyes.

'' Yeah. I've got a little headache.'' More like a massive one. '' It's because of the oxygen deficiency and the medication, I took some painkillers so it should be fine in a while.'' Yoongi's worried look turns to a suspicious one.

'' We can go another day.'' He says standing up straight.

'' No!'' I awnser, way to quickly for my liking. Oh do I look desperate now. '' I- I really want to go outside..Please" I really do. I want to get out of this depressing room.

He gently smiles. '' Alright. But only because you sounded adorable.'' He says and I feel his hand quickly grazing my cheek, which I notice are heating up in seconds. '' Do you need anything before we leave?''

'' My concentrator, I can't walk longer distances without it. I get tired and out of breath quite quickly.''

'' We'll take your wheelchair then.'' Yoongi says, already on his way to the bathroom where my wheelchair stands, unfolding it once he's back in the room. '' Okay, take a seat.''

'' Yoongi no..'' I mumble. I don't want to be a burden having to be pushed around the whole time. '' I can walk it's fine.'' I know I really can't, but still, not sitting down.

He sighs. '' Jimin it's alright. We can hang the concentrator on the back, come on sit down. Please?''

Those eyes. Damn those eyes.

Agains my will I take a seat while Yoongi attaches the concentrator on the back. '' How does this work Jim?''

'' If you just turn on the switch, it regulates the amount of oxygen by itself. But leave it for a while, I don't need it right now, I'll be fine for some time.'' I want to extend using the concentrator for as long a possible. The more I use it, the more depended I get. I don't want to be stuck with that thing twenty-four-seven. Not yet.

'' Jiminie!'' Jinae jumps off the bed and onto my lap, pulling my beanie messily over my head. '' You'll get a cold like that.'' She whispers straightening the beanie.

'' Thank you Jinnie.'' I smile. I feel the wheelchair moving, Jinae still on my lap, and lean my head back to see Yoongi smiling down at me. ''Just let her stay there.'' He mumbles before looking ahead again. I look back down, my gaze meeting with a smirking Jinae. '' What?'' I whisper. She says nothing, just simply shrugging her shoulders, making me play a game on her phone on the way out.