Before It's Too Late | Yoonmin

Chapter 18

"He's what?" I question quietly, not wanting to believe a lie, not wanting to believe what I just heard.

"Would you like to go see him?" The doctor asks softly, seeming to understand my disbelief at the moment. I don't respond, looking over to Jungkook as tears continue falling down my cheeks relentlessly. He gives me a small smile though, rubbing my back as he nods his head.

"Go ahead, hyung. Why don't you go visit him again? This was supposed to be your visit, and I'm sure he wants to see you anyways. I'll be waiting here for you when you're ready to leave." Jungkook suggests gently. I just bite my lip, sighing softly as I glance back over to the doctor in front of us. He gives me a small smile before motioning with his head for me to follow, giving the younger a small bow before leading us away from the waiting room. Immediately after we've stepped away from Jungkook and the room, I grow extremely anxious, not so sure that I'm ready for this. That I can handle seeing Yoongi and actually seeing him awake and alive. Don't know that I'm ready enough to speak with him.

However, all too soon, we approach his room, the doctor slowing us down and stopping just before the closed door. He sighs, turning back to me, a seemingly worried expression on his face.

"I need you to know that there's no guarantee what he remembers and how he's going to react to anything. He may process things a little slower right now and there's a good chance he's going to be tiring out fairly quickly. He's going to need his rest. Okay?" He informs me. I swallow hard, nodding my head hesitantly. He gives me a small smile in return, motioning for me to go ahead in before he walks away, leaving me stood here alone.

Staring over at the door, I take a deep shaky breath, trying to convince myself to actually open the door. However, I'm stuck standing here like a weirdo for probably a good five minutes before I can bring myself to so much as set my hand on the door handle. Squeezing my eyes shut, I can still feel the tears trickling down my cheeks, falling faster now as I grow more nervous about actually seeing him again. Forcing myself to try and pretend to be strong for him, I reluctantly push the door back open, holding back a whimper as I nervously step inside the now open doorway. I can feel myself nearly shaking from nerves at this point, shakily closing the door behind me before turning back towards the rest of his room.

Swallowing hard, I force myself to slowly make my way towards the more open area of the room where his bed is, my legs feeling wobbly beneath me with every step.

However, I freeze in my tracks the moment my eyes lock on Yoongi's pale frame in his bed. Lips falling slack, my gaze locking on Yoongi's as his lips part lightly. I can't help myself or even think of stopping myself, not a single coherent thought running through my head as I run the rest of the way over to him, wrapping my arms around his weak body and engulfing him in a tight hug as I begin sobbing harder. Choking on a sob, I feel him wrap his arms around my body at a fairly quick rate for how weak he must be feeling right now, squeezing me as tightly as he probably can right now.

"Oh my god, Yoongi. Holy shit, I thought I was gonna lose you forever. Please, hyung. Please don't ever do this again. I need you and I love you too." I whimper loudly in his arms, feeling my entire body shaking as I cry.

I feel him rub my back gently, mumbling quiet apologies for a few minutes before I feel him start coughing. I pull away immediately, grabbing the water bottle I'd brought in with me from the counter beside him and uncapping it before handing it to him. He doesn't say anything but takes the bottle, wincing as he leans back a little and starts taking small sips before the sips turn into gulps. He easily finishes two thirds of the bottle before shyly handing it back. I just give him a small smile through my tears, screwing the lid back on before setting it down and taking my seat in the chair beside his bed again. However, he pouts at this, reaching a hand out to me and making a grabby hand like a small child with his adorable pout.

I giggle softly at his childlike behavior, reaching my hand out taking his hand in mine. Though, he continues to pout, tugging on my hand gently. Giggling once more, I stand up and let him gently pull me onto the bed with him so that I'm sat on the bed beside him.

"Yoongi, I really shouldn't be up here with you. I don't wanna hurt you." I mumble softly, not wanting to move away from his side but still not wanting him hurt anymore than he's already been. He pouts once again though as he looks over to me.

"But I missed you."