E N J O Y Y O U R L I E | JIMIN FF

Till Dead Due Us Apart [FINAL]

[the other day]

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” Jimin asked while hysterically running out of his workplace.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.” Taehyung’s sobbed uncontrollably on the other line. “She….She hurt herself really badly.”

“Taehyung! Taehyung! Where are you?” Jimin freezed, ready to slam down his phone. “Tell me where the hell are you?!” He screamed.

“The…hos..hospital.” Taehyung struggled to say, holding back his sobs. “Come quickly Jimin…. Come quickly.”

I hope you don’t blame yourself.

[earlier that day]

I picked up the phone and took a deep breath. I’ve finally gathered enough courage. I began to dial each number. I didn’t want to hide it from Jimin any longer. He deserved to know. He had to know. It was then or never.

The phone rings. We should got through this together - marriage is about getting through things together - no matter the burden or hardships.

“Y/N?” It was Jimin.

I took another deep breath. “Jimin, there’s something important I need to talk to you about.” I’m dying.

“What is it?” I’m afraid.

“I…” I don’t want to add to your burden. I don’t want to be a burden.
I took another breath, heartbeat accelerating. “Can…can you please come home earlier tonight?”

A silence. “Okay. I’ll try my best.”

Pain pierced into my abdomen and I collapsed. I crawled to the toilet - my friend who’s all too familiar with the taste of my vomit. Bile burned my throat, my stomach squeezed and squeezed - until there’s nothing.

I hugged myself on the bathroom floor, legs curled together. The pain pulsated and charmed my body onto the edge of death. It hurted. It hurtsed so much, Jimin. Tears I thought had dried up so long ago, poured from my eyes and wailed bounce against the tiles.

When my voice breaked from your screams - I lied lifelessly in silence. I wondered why I’ve put up with this pain - why I’ve been prolonging my death - why I didn’t just end my suffering.
The pain was worsening and it would only get worse. But I didn’t want to lie on a hospital bed, hooked up to a hundred tubes and monitors, letting a machine pump your heart while my mind was dead. I didn’t want Jimin to cry for me - watching my body become a sack of skin and bones. I wanted your last memories to be happy - to be full of smiles - was that too much to ask for?

But if Jimin was there. If he was there by my side, I would have continued the fight to live. I would have continued to li-

The phone ringed. Get up, my mind was telling me. Get up, but I couldn't. Get up! My mind screamed. But my legs won’t work and the sickness shackled me down. So I crawl and the phone ring. I crawl and it continues to ring. Closer, just a little bit closer. And when I tried to reach for it, it falled through my fingertips. The ringing stopped.

The red light of the answering machine blinked red. “Hey Y/N. It’s me Jimin. I’m sorry but I can’t come home early. They really need me here. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

A silence. “I’m so sorry”

[back to later that day]

Jimin bursted through the door. Taehyung - back, against the wall sobbing. The others - all crying, sobbing, weeping…mourning.

Jimin’s feet took him where his mind wanted to go. “Y/N?” He called out to a body that was cold.

“Y/N?” He called out again to a body that was empty.

“Y/N?” He called out three times, my name. His voice soft and cracked. He touched me - a body that won’t respond. He shaked me once. He shaked me twice - as if I was merely asleep. I was awake two hours ago. If he shook me, maybe I’d wake up - my eyes would be bright again and I’d call his name softly - ‘Jimin.

“Wake up.” He said, tears streaming down his face. He called for you gently. “Hey. Hey now. Wake up Y/N.” He touched my face, my eyes, my lips. I didn’t flinch, I didn’t stir, I didn’t breathe.

“What’s wrong with you?!” He shaked me three times until his knuckles had gone white, his face red. “Get up!” He screamed loudly. “Get up!” He wailed. “Get up!” He sobbed.

They pulled him out. They draged him out and he tried to push them aside. He had to get to his wife. The one he promised he would protect. The one he was suppose to spend the rest of his life with. The one he loves.

“Move!” He screamed at them but he couldn't fight. He couldn't fight...

I love you.

The music softly began - each note delicately dancing in the air.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“We should practice for the wedding, right?” I dragged him up. “Let’s dance.” We intertwined hands.

He placed a hand on my waist and I placed a hand on his shoulder. He steped and I followed, slow dancing in our living room. Lightly swaying to the music and being consumed within the rhythm. Both of us gazed into each other’s eyes, a gentle passion igniting. He twirled me and my world spined. He leaned closer, both our faces flushed with a deep red. Heart pounding, swelling, feeling heavy in my chest. The warm light glow and illustrated dancing silhouettes on the floor.

You lean your head on his shoulder - quietly whispering “I love you.”

“Jimin. I love you. I know it was hard for the both of us. Everything became a routine. We fought a lot too. You hurt me with your words. But I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I’m sorry I hid it for so long. I hope you don’t blame yourself. I love you.”

Jimin, wailing, drops his phone. Your last voice message to him still playing…

I’ll still always love you.

“I will.”

“Jimin, will you take the hand of Y/N to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you love her today, tomorrow and forever, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

“I will.”

“Till dead due you part.”