sick boy [yoonmin]

-one

Time isn't something that should be taken for granted. Some people have all the time in the world. The time to live their lives, live their dreams, and achieve their goals. Enough time to even spend on making silly little mistakes and still have extra for later. They have it all.

For others, however, time is very limited and very precious. Everything matters from the moment they wake up, to the moment they go to sleep, afraid that maybe there isn't a tomorrow for them. Afraid that they have reached the end of the line.

Time.

It might be just simple numbers created by a human mind to help plan the day. But for some, it means more.

How many breaths they have left, how many experiences they have yet to come across, how many sunrises and sunsets they will experience. How many day and night cycles they will have.

Jimin was one of those. A small broken boy with dreams of a bright future, that seemed far, far away.

His body wasn't the best. His immune system refused to work properly and saw anything and everything as a threat. Even himself.

His lungs were slowly getting damaged, his liver dying from treatment, his kidneys wanting nothing more than to stop working, and his heart wanting to stop beating.

And maybe he too wished that. But he was too afraid to admit it.

Too afraid of death. Because it would mean the end if him and his existence.

One wrong move, one little mistake, and he will miss the next sunrise or sunset of his life. And the star adorning the skies. The birds grazing the clouds.

His parents had taken any precaution necessary. From sanitizing his bed sheets, to preparing his food every single day, for all three meals and snacks, to getting treatment for him with the hopes of making him get better.

But he wasn't getting better.

He knew that, yet his parents refused to believe such reality. So instead, they closed their son in a sterilized room, not allowing ant contact unless it was with his doctor and the nurse, or themselves, with a air humidifier always on, and the necessities such as clothes, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, conditioner, toilet paper, and the such. An enclosed bedroom with a bathroom attached to it.

The one thing they allowed him to have was his precious notebook, a pen that barely wrote now from use, and his favorite yellow blanket.

It was an early morning. Too early for Jimin, but he couldn't sleep the night before. Instead of staying in bed, he had his notebook out, while pouring all his thoughts into it.

He found himself sitting in front of his only window. The yellow curtains were set to the side so he could have a full view outside. He probably paced around his room during the night, changing from his bed, to the floor, to the chair he was currently on. He tends to do that a lot.

Closing the notebook on his lap as he stared out of it. He could see the little bit of sky as the sun started to rise. Hues of yellows, oranges, and blues decorated the small piece of sky.

Though sunsets were usually his favorites, sunrises were also pretty and calming to look at.

He lived in a neighborhood that was took quiet for its own good. No one bothered anyone and everyone seemed to get along. Though the houses were built close together, no one seemed to be bothered by it and respected privacy.

Next to his house, Jimin knew someone had moved in a month ago. His mother told him it was a new family. A mom, a dad, and a son. The son was apparently around his age, according to what he was told. Not that it mattered, because he wouldn't be able to meet the boy. Due to being confined to his sanitized bubble. He didn't even go to school, let alone visit the neighbors house.

He didn't know whom they were and has never really seen them before. Sometimes he would catch glimpses of people, but not a face.

Today seemed to be different.

He never really bothered looking at the window. The neighbor's window that was always opened up to anyone from outside. He looked towards the window that day, and he saw another male staring at him. Dark brown eyes staring into his honey ones.

With a small smile on his face, the boy opposite of him lifted his hand and waved at him, surprised as well to see him.

Jimin followed his action, waving as well, a small smile appearing on his lips. He titled his head a little, trying to memorise the boy's face.

It was intriguing to him. A pale face, accompanied by pretty black hair that was messy, a skinny face.

"Jimin, love, I'm coming in," he heard his mothers voice.

Turning around on his chair, he looked at his mother. She was covered from head to toe. A mask over her face, a hair hood covering her, non latex gloves on her hands, a hospital impermeable gown, and shoe coverings.

Coming into the room, she pulled a cart with her and set it next to the bed, "breakfast. I cooked your favorite and I was able to get oranges this morning from the fresh market. I made you orange juice. So come eat up okay? Your medicine is on the side container as always, make sure to have then all."

"Okay," Jimin offered her a small smile, too tired to respond with anything else.

"If you need anything, just text, okay?"

"Yes mom."

She left him soon after without another word.

She only allowed herself and her husband five minutes tops in the room. Too afraid to bring any bacteria in their son's room that could affect him.

Or at least that's what they told Jimin.

Turning back around, he looked back at the window only to notice that the boy was gone. With a small pout and a disappointed sigh, he got up from the chair, closed his curtains, and walked towards his bed to start his breakfast. Not forgetting to take his eight different pills as well.