𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑✓

-10-

Empty.

That's what Yoongi felt at the moment. No emotion on his face, as he silently waited outside the room his mother rested in.

It was a great surprise that his father had managed to get a bail done for himself by one of his friends. But even though that was good news for the man, it wasn't as much of a great news for the mother and son.

Yoongi remembered the man's expression the moment he ran through the double doors of the hospital; eyes cold yet fiery, he stood there expressionless. He just gave a curt nod of recognition before he walked away, leaving Yoongi to follow him.

He didn't understand. Why did the man that never wanted anything to do with him and his mother suddenly decide to visit them. After 10 whole years of prison.

He wanted to feel happy, reuniting with his father after so long. But he knew he shouldn't...couldn't. Not after all those traumatic experiences he had to live.

Yoongi suddenly thought about Anthea and how guilty he felt for not giving her a proper excuse before rushing over to here. He thought about Taehyung and Jungkook, and wondered if the two had hit it off somehow. He also thought about Theo and couldn't help but crack a gummy smile.

Maybe he should get himself a pet, he wondered before the door to the ward opened, revealing his father dr. Kim. The two had benn conversing before they noticed Yoongi looking at them.

Seokjin cleared his throat, giving Yoongi a small smile before he left for his office. His father stood there, awkwardly, before he decided to take a seat on the nearby benches.

Yoongi continued to stand where he had been. Not acknowledging the presence of his father as he let his eyes roam at everywhere but him. His father noticed, and he let out a deep sigh.

He licked his dry lips nervously before looking up at his son and opening his mouth to say something, but Yoongi quickly rushed inside the ward, leaving his father ignored.

As Yoongi's eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, he could slowly make out the silhouette of his mother leaning against the headboard of the bed. Her eyes trained on the window besides her that reflected the city lights, Yoongi heard her content filled sigh.

The machines that she was hooked up to beeped in rythme with her breathing, and Yoongi felt his heart clench at the state of his mother before him. She didn't have much time. Her body was deteriorating. She was slowly dying.

Without realisation, Yoongi felt a tear drop to his cheek and within a minute he was choking up on his tears. He didn't like it, as much as he'd never show it, he didn't like that his mother was soon going to be away from him.

The woman heard the soft sniffles before she saw her son in front of the closed door, crying. Her heart softened at the sight, and she motioned him to come closer. He did without a complain, and stood near her bed.

"Why are you crying?" She asked, her voice croaking as she had used it for the loud conversation just before.

Yoongi softly sniffled, before wiping his tears with the sleeve of his dress shirt. A cute pout adorning his lips, he looked at his mother with glossy eyes. "It's nothing. I just had a bad day, that's all."

The woman furrowed her eyebrows, knowing that he was lying, but she decided to let him be for now. "How was the art exhibit you went to?" She asked, swiftly changing the topic.

"Good," he simply replied, before sitting on the side of her bed. Taking her hand in his, he continued to tell her all about his day. "The paintings were so beautiful. I wish you could've seen them. Oh, and Anthea had also brought her little cat who was then being babysitter by Jungkook and Taehyung. I hope they really become a couple, they're great for each other."

The glow in Yoongi's eyes kept his mother at peace. The familiar smile that he'd give her when he was kid came back on his face, and she couldn't help but smile as well.

"Who is this Anthea?" She asked, wondering if this person was the reason behind Yoongi's wide smile.

"Mom, don't you remember me telling you she was the girl who I met at the cafe?" Yoongi repeated with a huff of breath, before he smiled once again. "She was the one who invited me to the art exhibit."

"And is she also the one who is making you giggle so much?" She chuckled watching Yoongi's cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

Yoongi didn't reply, just continued to caress his mother's hand with his thumb. He then slowly leaned forward and hugged the woman, earning a soft sigh. She softly ran her hands through his hair and he hummed in comfort.

He faintly heard her complain about him always colouring his hair, but he only chuckled as he nuzzled his head in her neck.

The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. Just as Yoongi was about to fall asleep, he heard the door slightly creak.

There stood his father, slowly peeking inside. He held a glass of water in one hand and a pill in his other. He waited for a sort of permission, before he saw his wife nod her head subtly.

As he walked closer, however, he couldn't help but feel his heart getting heavy once he saw how swiftly Yoongi detached himself from his mother.

"Why are you here?" He asked quietly.

"She needs to take these. Dr. Kim has prescribed her new medicines and-"

"Well you don't have to bother. I can give her the medication."

Yoongi swiftly took the pill and glass of water from the man before he placed it on the bedside table. "Now that that's done, leave."

"Yoongi!" His mother scolded softly, although she was quite happy with him being by her side. Even though she may not admit it, she was still afraid of the old man before her.

"Yoongi, I said I'm sorry-"

"And a 'sorry' doesn't cut it!" Yoongi suddenly yelled his voice, causing it to echo in the room for a few seconds. "You can't expect us to come running back to you with just your halfhearted apology. In fact, don't ever expect us to come back to you ever."

The man stood before him, head held down as guilt washed over him. He knew he had been a bad husband and father, but now that he had began getting himself in control, he couldn't help but want his family back. Even after knowing that they wouldn't agree.

"Alright," he spoke lowly, causing Yoongi to tense up. "I'll leave. I do hope that you'd finally see me as a responsible man at least now, though."

That caused the ravenette to grit his teeth. What did this man think, that his act of playing the victim, and him apologising would help him win them back.

"You weren't, aren't, or ever will be a responsible man, you drunkard." And with that Yoongi dashed out the room, following where his feet took him to calm his head for once.

He heard his mother faintly calling for him, but he ignored it and continued walking. As he did, however, he couldn't help but bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The person apologised, holding onto Yoongi for support before he could trip.

"It's fine-" Yoongi was left shocked to see a man who looked quite familiar.

"Wait- Min Yoongi?"

"Park Jimin?"

-x-
Tbc