The Last Breath | YoonMin

12.

'' Your fingers are turning blue again..''

I look up from the phone where a video of Yoongi on the piano is playing. '' Hmm?''

'' Your fingers.'' He nods his head.

Raising my hand in front of my face I notice my fingers are indeed starting to change color, that probably explains the headache I've gotten about thirty minutes ago. I hand the phone back to Yoongi and lean over the edge of the bed to turn on the bigger concentrator which stays in my room in case I need to use it. It has a longer tube for me to move around in this room, and it pains me to know there will come a moment I will need this fella even when I'm just sitting down. I lay back down on the bed. I've been feeling a bit under the weather the last days, luckily the fever I had passed. 

'' So what are you're plans for the upcoming week?''

'' Nothing much.'' I shrug while pulling the cannula in front of my nose straight. '' I've got a CT scan the day after tomorrow. Probably will get some visitors. My birthday is in one and a half weeks and I have another chemo scheduled two days after. So, yeah..''

'' When's your birthday?''

'' October thirteen. I will turn nineteen this year. Never thought that would happen.'' I chuckle.

'' You sounds so depressed when you talk like that.'' Yoongi pouts and puts down my sketchbook and pencil, leaning back against the footboard of the bed.

'' I'm sorry Yoongs.'' I smile. '' What did you draw?''

He grabs the sketchbook and turns it around with a proud smile. '' I tried copying this flower you drew.''

I look at the raggedy ass drawing he tried to make of a tulip I drew. '' Good job.'' I lie.

'' Shut up Park. I know your lying.'' He groans plopping down next to me on the pillow. '' So, about your birthday. What kind of present do you want?''

'' Noting.'' I mumble.

'' What do you mean nothing? Birthdays are meant for getting presents.''

'' Not any more.. Why should I ask for things when I'm dying and I can't even use it later on.''

'' Okay Jimbles, you need to stop being depressed, or I'm gonna suffocate you with your pillow. Now. On your birthday, since you don't want any presents, I'm going to take you out to dinner. And no, you can't decline.'' 

'' I decline.'' I chuckle, earning a groan from Yoongi and a pinch on my cheek, which turns into small strokes. And I let out a content sigh.

'' Are you tired?'' He whispers, to which I nod my head. It's weird, I feel tired even though I'm normally not. Like, at all. But I noticed Yoongi helps me sleep better, so maybe it's because of him.

I fully close my eyes at the feeling of his thumb still stroking my cheek. '' Shall I stay?'' He asks, and I nod again. Yoongi's mother has been able to take more time off from running the business. His parents hired another manager to take care of most of her jobs, so she's able to spend more time with Jinae, and give Yoongi more time to himself. Which he usually spends with me. I'm not complaining though. He met my brother, Jungkook and Taehyung last week and they all get along great.

'' Okay.'' He whispers and I feel him get up out of the bed, probably to steal one of my sweatpants, he does that a lot when he's uncomfortable. I can completely relate though, since I spend a lot of time in my bed or in my room, I tend to wear sweats almost all the time. I've got tons of em, so I don't mind it when he borrows one. Within a few seconds he's back on the bed and I feel engulfed in that comfortable warmth again. If Yoongi stays over we always sleep in the same bed, but there is also always a space between us, which I'm okay with. I mean, I'd love to cuddle, but if he's not comfortable I respect that. Even just him laying here makes me sleep better then I did the past months. I haven't been this comfortable in ages.

And somehow. He makes home feel a little less far away.

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So I feel like this sucks balls. But what can you do about it.

Also I noticed my timetable may be a bit off. I try to be as accurate as possible, but with the things I want to write I'm not able to make it precisely as it should be. I'm sorry.. Please don't hate me :)