sick boy [yoonmin]

-seven

Morning finally came the next day. Jimin had not improved however, and was laying on his bed, oxygen hooked up, IVs going in his arms, and a machine evaluating his vitals over and over. It was like being at a hospital, but at the comfort of your own home.

Nurses where coming in and out of his room, while the doctor had visited last night and would be back tonight. All he did was lay down on the bed, staring at his white ceiling, the yellow blanket covering his cold body.

His phone had ran a couple of times, though he was told not to pick it up. But when it rang again, he started getting annoyed. Deciding to pick it up, he didn't even bother to look at the caller ID knowing whom it was.

"Hyung, sorry. I haven't been allowed to pick up the phone," he said in a hushed tone, his eyes staring at his window, which was covered by the curtains.

"It's okay. I just wanted to know how you were doing," the oldest replied. "Did you sleep last night after our call?"

"I did," Jimin replied, his eyes closing after. With the machine running next to him for oxygen, it was proving a little hard to hear the oldest on the other side of the call. But he tried his best to make out the words. "How about you? Did you sleep? I heard screaming at some point during the call."

It was true. Yoongi's parents had been fighting again last night, and while the oldest tried his best to mask the yelling, apparently he had failed. Some harsh words were shared between them, causing him to lose sleep. Though he wasn't going to admit that.

"Yeah, I did. And don't worry about the yelling, it's nothing," he replied.

"Okay," the youngest sighed.

They stayed quiet for a while again. Just embracing their little time together before it would he snatched away. Jimin, having his thoughts all over the place, decided to be a little bit braver today.

"I really want to see you hyung. Is that selfish of me?" he satated.

The oldest stayed quiet still. His cheeks becoming red and his heart beating fast inside his chest. A small smile appeared before he answered the other, "no. It's not. I really want to see you too. But not through a screen."

"Hmm, I agree," the youngest let out a giggle. "I want that too. But it probably will never happen."

"Why is that?"

"I'm not allowed to leave, remember?"

"Am I allow to come in then?"

Jimin bit his lips, his eyes now staring at the white ceiling above him. Was he allowed? Technically, as long as a person was disinfected, they were allowed to enter his safe bubble. So as long as Yoongi did what he was told, he could see Jimin. Even if he had to wear a gown, gloves, mask. He would be allow to see him. Right?

"Maybe I can ask," he smiled. "Maybe you could come over today?"

"That would be nice. I don't have any plans, so let me know when Jiminie."

Jimin's smile got brighter as the butterflies in his stomach went wild with just thought of being so close to the eldest. Have him right next to him.

"I'll ask and call you back. Okay?"

"I'll be waiting."

So Jimin did just that. After hanging up the call, he decided to call his doctor and ask him about it. Though Jin refused a couple of times, the youngest kept insisting. And after reaching a compromise, he had agreed to it, just as long as his mom also did and the procedures were followed throughout.

The next step was asking his mother while Jin was on the line. His mom didn't budge as easily. But with the help of the doctor explaining that as long as Yoongi was disinfected and wore the gown, mask, gloves, and hair cap, he pose no threat to Jimin's immune system. And as long as they didn't stay together for so long.

When the preparations were finalized, Jimin called the boy next door and told him the news. Within minutes, the black haired boys as greeted by the door by the mother, father, and doctor of the boy. He was told what he shouldn't do, how to prepare, among other things. And when he was ready, he knocked on the door twice before entering the white room.

Jimin sat on his bed, notebook in hand, cannulas in his nose, IVs in his arms, a machine next to him monitoring him, blanket wrapped around his bottom half. He looked up from his notebook, a quick smile appearing in his face.

"Hyung."

"Hey Jiminie," the older approached him to the bed, sitting on the edge with a smile.

He wasn't going to lie, seeing him in person made him realize how much more beautiful he actually is. It made a difference than seeing him afar from a window or even through the pixelated screen. He was in front of him, flesh, bone, and blood, looking so radiant even on the state he was in.

His eyes shone bright, his skin was smooth, eyelashes long that touched his cheeks, his lips plump, his cheeks and nose dusted in rose pink. He was beautiful.

Yoongi's heart wanted to burst at the others cuteness. He just wanted to stare at him forever. To save the image into his brain and be able to look back at it. He tried his best to memorise every line, the small moles scattered here and there, his messy hair, his rose lips, his crescent eyes, his chubby cheeks. Everything about him.

"You're really pretty," Yoongi whispered, a smile showing in his eyes. "What are you writing there?"

Sheepishly looking at his notebook, the younger cleared his throat before speaking, "just words. Things that pop in my mind that seem interesting," closing the notebook, he looked back up to him. "I'm glad everything worked out."

"Me too," the oldest to a hand in his and even though the gloves were in the way of their touch, he could feel the warmth and softness of his skin.

"How long did they give you?"

"An hour tops," Yoongi looked back in his eyes. "That is enough time for us. So, what do you want to do for an hour?"

"I want to talk, and just spend this hour with you next to me. Is that okay?"

"That is more than okay" the oldest replied, getting into a more comfortable position, his hand still holding the others.

Like a happy puppy, Jimin hugged him, feeling the warmth of the other. It calmed him down, made him smile brighter, and made his heart beat faster.

They spent their time together, talking and laughing. Sharing stories of their past and sharing their secrets. They were like normal teenage boys spending the day at their friends house. Though neither of them were normal. But that was okay. Because what mattered at that moment for them was the fact that they were close to each other.

With a few minutes left before Yoongi had to take his leave, he decided to ask one last thing. One last thing he wanted to learn about the boy.

"May I ask?"

"Ask what?" Jimin looked at him with big eyes, now sitting across from him on the bed with his legs folded.

"Why are you like this? It has me curious," Yoongi kept his eyes on him.

Jimin stated quiet, eyes darting to his lap as he played with his hands. He knew it was going to be asked eventually, though he would have preferred it to be on a different day.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. It's okay, I won't be mad at you," Yoongi was quick to reply, grabbing his hand on his and caressing the top.

"It's okay, I had a feeling you would ask eventually. So I'll tell you. Hyung...I have severe combined immunodeficiency, or SCID. My immune system is trash, pretty much. An even a simple cold can kill me. Which is why I'm like this," he looked back up. "I'm sick right now, and I may or may not die."

Yoongi heart seemed to drop down onto the floor, his smile faiding with it.