You're My Light (Jikook/Kookmin)- COMPLETE

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"Why are we here?" Jimin asked, his voice uncertain. Though he couldn’t see, the bustling sounds of the train station and the unmistakable voice on the intercom calling for passengers gave it away. His senses were sharp, and something about the situation felt off.

Harabeoji stood beside him, his heart heavy with the secret he was carrying. He had made a decision—a hard one, but one he believed was necessary. He was taking Jimin to Seoul, to the city where there were many eye specialists. Jimin didn’t know, but Harabeoji had sold his house and land to cover the cost of his medical expenses. It was the only way he could give Jimin a chance to regain his sight.

Namjoon, standing just behind them, glanced at Harabeoji. He and Micha had been sworn to secrecy, hiding the truth from Jimin. They both knew if Jimin found out what his grandfather had done, he’d refuse to go to Seoul for treatment. He wouldn’t allow Harabeoji to sacrifice everything for him.

"We’re going to Seoul," Namjoon answered calmly, trying to keep his voice steady and casual.

Jimin frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Seoul? Why? You never mentioned this before." There was a twinge of suspicion in his voice. He trusted Namjoon, but he could sense there was more to the story. Why did they have to go to Seoul? His mind raced, and a pit of dread formed in his stomach. Seoul wasn’t just any city—it was where Jungkook lived, and the thought of possibly running into him was something Jimin couldn’t handle. Not now, not with how things had ended between them.

"We're going to meet with an eye specialist there," Micha explained gently, noticing the deep furrow in Jimin's brow. She could sense his apprehension. "Seoul has some of the best doctors. We can learn more about your condition and maybe find a way to help you."

"You mean... to get treatment?" Jimin whispered, his voice tight. He squeezed Namjoon’s hand, seeking comfort, though a sense of anxiety gnawed at him. He knew how expensive treatments could be, especially in Seoul, where everything came at a higher cost.

Namjoon felt the tension in Jimin’s grip and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze in return. "Don’t worry about that, Jimin. Just focus on getting better, okay? Let us handle the rest."

But Jimin couldn’t ignore the looming question. How could they afford this? The thought of his grandfather selling something or taking out loans to cover his medical expenses terrified him. His heart raced, not just from the idea of getting treatment but from the fear that his blindness was becoming a burden on those he loved.

"I don’t want to..." Jimin started, his voice cracking. "I don’t want to be a burden." The unspoken worry about bumping into Jungkook was still in the back of his mind, adding to the weight of everything. But his grandfather, Namjoon, and Micha had made their decision, and now, all Jimin could do was follow.

"Harabeoji already asked about your estimated medical expenses. Don’t worry, grandson, I’m still capable of paying for everything," Harabeoji reassured him, his voice gentle but firm. He wanted nothing more than to see Jimin’s smile again, to bring back the cheerful boy he had always been.

But Jimin shook his head, his lips quivering as he tried to hold back the tears. "No... I know we don’t have that kind of money. Don’t lie to me," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He could feel the weight of the truth pressing down on him, the reality that his treatment would cost more than they could afford.

Harabeoji immediately reached out, cupping Jimin’s face in his weathered hands, his thumb softly brushing against Jimin’s cheek. "Did I ever lie to you, Jiminie?" he asked, his tone full of love and sincerity.

Jimin’s heart tightened, and he shook his head weakly. "N-no..." he whispered, his voice breaking. His grandfather had never deceived him, never once betrayed his trust. But deep down, Jimin knew that Harabeoji would do anything for him—anything, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

Tears finally spilled over, and Jimin leaned into his grandfather’s touch, feeling the warmth and love that had always been there. He didn’t want to be a burden, but Harabeoji’s kindness and unwavering support made him feel safe, even in the darkness.

"Okay..." Jimin whispered, his voice soft and resigned. "I trust you." But the guilt and worry still lingered, heavy in his heart. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Harabeoji was sacrificing too much for him.

"We'll find the best doctor for you. You're my only grandson, the only one I have," Harabeoji said softly, his voice full of love and determination. "I will try my best for you, no matter what."

Jimin’s tears flowed even faster, his heart heavy with guilt. "I'm such trouble... Harabeoji, miannahe..." he choked out, holding his grandfather’s hands, which were still gently resting on his cheeks.

Harabeoji shook his head, his voice firm yet tender. "No, you're not, Park Jimin. You are never a burden. You know Harabeoji loves you. I love you more than I love myself." His words were a reminder of the unconditional love he had for Jimin, the kind of love that would never falter.

Jimin wept harder, overwhelmed by the kindness and sacrifice his grandfather had shown him. Namjoon and Micha stood silently nearby, tears slipping down their own cheeks as they watched the emotional moment unfold. The weight of the situation was clear to everyone.

This was the beginning of Jimin’s new life—his blind life—in Seoul. A journey filled with uncertainty, but also with love and hope. And as long as he had his grandfather by his side, Jimin knew he wouldn’t face it alone.

"I'm sorry, Jiminie. Noona can't accompany you to Seoul," Micha said, her voice filled with regret. She had to return home, leaving Jimin and his grandfather to continue their journey alone.

"It's okay, Noona," Jimin replied with a soft smile. "Thank you for taking care of me while you were here. I appreciate it." Though he couldn’t see her, he felt the warmth of her care through her words and actions. Her presence had been comforting during a time when everything felt uncertain.

It had been a month since Namjoon and Harabeoji had come with him to Seoul. They rented a small house close to the hospital to make it easier for Jimin to travel for his medical treatments. He had already visited the eye specialist four times, each visit bringing a mixture of hope and dread. They still weren’t sure if his condition could be cured, but Harabeoji’s unwavering faith kept them moving forward.

As Jimin sat on the sofa, listening to a soft melody on the radio, his mind drifted between thoughts of the future and memories of the past. The music helped calm him, allowing him to escape the weight of his situation, even if just for a moment.

"Are you ready, Jiminie?" Harabeoji’s gentle voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present.

"No..." Jimin murmured, tossing restlessly in bed. He couldn't sleep, his mind racing with worry about his upcoming meeting with Dr. Huang. Tomorrow, the eye specialist would decide whether Jimin’s vision could still be saved or if he would need surgery to address his blindness.

"Don't think about it," Harabeoji said softly, sitting beside Jimin on the bed. His rough hands, weathered by years of hard work, gently rubbed Jimin's head. These hands had toiled as a farmer, fisherman, builder—anything to provide for Jimin, to ensure he had a future. "I'm sure everything will be okay."

Jimin managed a small smile, comforted by his grandfather's presence. The reassurance in Harabeoji’s voice was a small balm to his anxious heart. "Thanks, Harabeoji," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harabeoji continued to rub Jimin’s head, his touch steady and soothing. He knew that no matter how tough things got, his love for Jimin was unwavering. He had always been there to support Jimin, and tonight was no different. The warmth and care he provided were meant to ease Jimin’s worries, even if just for a moment.

As Jimin lay back down, the rhythmic motion of Harabeoji’s hand helped him calm his racing thoughts. He clung to the hope that tomorrow’s decision would bring good news, and with his grandfather’s unwavering support, he felt a bit more prepared to face whatever lay ahead.