sick boy [yoonmin]

-eight

Jimin had finally told him. He expected Yoongi to walk out. Or to stop talking to him, like most kids had done in the past when he used to stay at the hospital.

They would shun him down, talk behind his back, and say the worse things. It would bring him down and he would spend his days inside the hospital room, sitting down on his bed. The nurses would always try to make it up to him and bring him things to cheer him up, or make his favorite foods, bring him sweats. But it didn't matter, because out of everything they could give him in life, he just wanted to have a friend.

It seemed now, that the one friend he wanted was finally here.

Instead of the negative response, it made him more interested in the younger. He would come more often, call, or video chat, or even texted. He would ask him questions, and made sure that he was okay before asking anything about his condition, since it seemed to be a delicate topic for the youngest. They were in constant communication, and it was something the younger didn't expect. He loved it. He loved the late night chats, the random conversations, their laughs going through the wind, the warm feeling inside his chest.

He loved the way the other looked at him. Like he was the most precious thing he had found in earth. He loved how he treated him, how he approached him, how he smiled, laughed, how warm he was. Everything.

It felt like a dream. 

Like he slipped from one world and into another without noticing. It was a bliss.

It had been three days since then. Jimin found himself sitting on his bed, awaiting for a call or a text message. His phone was in his hand, his yellow blanket covering his cold body. He hadn't gotten better from the last time he got sick, so he was still bed bound, cannulas in place, purifier on, and limited contact from people. Even Jin had been coming less and less, stating that he was concerned about his state. 

The amount of medications he was taking made his appetite leave, so he was also losing more weight than before. He would puke the food after a few minutes of consuming it. There was no reason for him to eat, since it would cause him to feel even worse.

But Jimin didn't care about any of that at the moment. All he wanted was that one call or text to cheer him up for the day. The one call that would send butterflies to his stomach.

With that in mind, as if he had spoken it to existence, his phone dinged, and he didn't waste a second to look at the text message that was sent.

From MeowMeow

Good Morning handsome :)

Did you sleep well?

To MeowMeow

Better than ever :D 

How about you?

From MeowMeow

Eh...

I slept alright, considering I barely sleep lately

Do you have anything in mind you want to do today?

To MeowMeow

Anything you suggest sounds fun

From MeowMeow

Really now? 

How about a call? I want to see your face ;)

To MeowMeow

Sounds good to me!

A few seconds later, the ringtone echoed through the quiet room. Jimin picked up, positioning the phone so his face appeared in the picture on the upper left, and he smiled brightly.

"Hey hyung," he greeted, waving his hand in front of the camera, his chubby cheeks making him look even more adorable to the oldest.

Yoongi let out  a small laugh, his signature gummy smile making it's way up, "morning pretty boy. How are you feeling today? Hopefully a little better."

"A little, now that you decided to call."

"Were you waiting all morning for me?" he arched an eyebrow questioningly.

"Maybe," sheepishly, Jimin looked away from the camera, his cheeks becoming tinted with a slight pink.

"Gosh, you are so adorable," Yoongi laughed. "Don't be shy, I like the fact that you were excited to talk to me. I guess I called at a good time too."

"Hmm," the younger looked back at the camera. "So, were you a le to sleep last night? You mentioned you aren't getting much sleep yesterday."

"Ah, there is my curious boy," Yoongi shrugged. "There is stuff going on at home. My parents want to divorce, and they have no clue what to do with me once they get separated. So that is somewhat worrying. Plus, you filled my thoughts all night every night. I didn't want to go to sleep when I kept seeing your big smile."

"You are so cheesy," Jimin giggled, shaking his head. "I'm sorry about your parents though. It must be though."

"Doesn't really bother me too much, I just don't want to move. I'm hopping they at least understand I want to stay here, because I sort of kinda want to stay next to the cutie next door, you know?"

The youngest couldn't help it but laugh and smile, "stop Yoongi," he sat up straight, grabbing the blanket closer to his chest, "you really are something else."

"That is me," the other smiled proudly. It was always his goal to make the cute boy laugh and smile. He couldn't seem to get over the sound or the look of his face. When his nose crinkled and his eyes turned like crescent moons that when opened, showed the entire sky filled with stars. It was all too much for him.

"Can we watch a movie today?"

"Of course, let me get the projector ready, okay?" he smiled.

"Can we watch a romance movie? Or a action movie? Oh! What about both? Maybe fantasy?" he went on and on about what movie to watch, while Yoongi looked through his things to get everything ready.

A noise sounded in the distance, and the older rolled his eyes, "sorry, let me get this first. I'll call you back okay? After I set everything up."

"Okay, is everything okay over there?" Jimin looked worried at the screen.

"Yeah, they are just calling me downstairs. Don't worry, I'll be back, just wait a little bit okay?"

"Okay," Jimin smiled again. "I'll be waiting."

With one last smile shared by the two, the call ended and Jimin sighed. He laid back down on the bed, eyes staring at the window of his room.

He couldn't help but worry for him. He knew things were rough at his house. At night, he could hear the screams and fights. Things breaking, and loud noises of something hitting the walls. Even if Yoongi seemed fine, he just worried for him.

Yoongi was capable of dealing with his own things, of course. And it wasn't as if he could help out. He couldn't even leave his room without the potential threat of death. However, he wished he could do more than just be there for him and talk about it. He just wished to be normal in these types of situations.

Feeling tired, he decided to close his eyes. His breathing seemed to get heavy, and he suddenly felt fatigued. But he blamed that on the tiredness he suddenly felt. His phone volume was up, so if it rang, he would be waken by it. Clearing his thoughts, and relaxing, he felt his muscles and everything else seeming to disapear.

He let himself fall deep within the grasps of sleep. However, he didn't notice that it wasn't sleep that was calling out to him. He didn't notice that in reality, he had passed out cold. Screams filled the once quiet house. A mother shaking as she ran to the bed where her son's body currently struggled to stay alive. A father on the phone making one of the most urgent and important phone call in his life. The once peaceful scenery had turned into a living nightmare for a small family.

A terrible nightmare that was going to be hard to wake up from...