𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊//𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ☼

𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝

Both were sitting in the chairs of the therapy house, enjoying the silent atmosphere that lay between them. One was there for his immense fear of blood, one was there for his immense blood loss.

Jimin's Hemophilia was slightly more serious than any normal case. Yes, he bled too much for a slight cut, it was as if his entire nail was ripped off. However, his case was different, the bleeding would last for more than 7 hours. With an extremely high average of blood loss from one minor cut, he could bleed for hours, in generous quantities.

"Fear of blood huh..." Jimin thought to himself, "Is there anyway for us to be friends?"

"Who's your roommate?" Jungkook broke the silence with a question.

Jimin stared in surprise, he never thought that he would have been the one asking, but the former took any chance he had to talk to him.

"I don't have one as of now."

"Oh," Jungkook paused. After what seemed like forever, he continued,"I so happened to be moving into-"

"Park Jimin, number 44!" The call of the therapist's assistant echoed through the hallway.

"Oh! Look's like it's my turn," Jimin stood up and was ready to go, before suddenly turning back to Jungkook," Weren't you saying something?"

"No, it's not important." Jungkook looked down.

"Oh, okay" He turned back around, facing the therapist's room,"Tell me if ya have any troubles,kay?" He giggled and continued walking.

Jungkook looked up at the angel that was slowly leaving his side. He wanted to grab his hand, but too afraid to do so.

Reaching his room, he suddenly felt a wave of anger mixed with sadness, "Why...Why can't I socialize like normal people do? Why can't I just speak up for myself? Why can't I just not be a disappointment?Why? Just why?" He bit his lip with great strength, thus, the sensation of crimson he felt rolling down his chin. His lips tore from the violent bites. He was literally chewing his own skin off.

"I-I can't cry, I'll be a disappointment to father, he already hates me enough.." He slammed himself backwards onto the wall, slowly sliding down. He brushed his broken lip and stared at his finger, sadness overwhelming his senses. He forgot..

He suffered from Hemophobia.