Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Twenty-One

I'm sitting on a wooden bench near the playground I used to visit a lot when I was little. I was waiting for Hyungwon. Uneasiness was building up inside of me.

"I see. You really came." I heard a deep voice say above my head. I didn't even notice when he arrived. I moved a bit to the side to make some space for him to sit down. "This is not some kind of a trap, is it?" I asked, raising one eyebrow at him.

"No, not at all. Don't worry. Just because I do such things doesn't necessarily mean that I'm that kind of person. It's only because it's a part of my work."

"I know. I'm sorry. So? What do you have to tell me?"

"Look... You're in a relationship with that guy Yoongi, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well, you see... His mother doesn't like that."

"Was that the reason why she kidnapped me?"

He shook his head in disagreement. "No. She kidnapped you because, right now, you are an obstacle to her in achieving the plans she made."

"What plans?"

"She's on drugs Jimin. Most of the time..."

I knew it. Her eyes were so red that day and the pupils were barely visible. Not to mention her dry skin and the way she was looking at me... It felt like she was throwing daggers right through me. "So?"

"The Min family is one of those who do dirty work. It's been like that for years now. I heard that one of her ex-husbands kill himself because of that. But to be honest with you, I don't think it was suicide. She probably killed him. And I think that man was Yoongi's father. He was basically the boss to them all and a threat to her."

I kept silent for a few moments. I did not know what to say on all the things he just told me." So... Since she is on drugs for quite some years now, does that mean she won't be living much longer?" I was finally able to connect some dots in my head.

He nodded his head. "And Yoongi is the one who needs to take over the work."

"But what kind of work?"

"That I could not tell you. I already said too much. Please try to understand me. And the things I said right now, don't tell anyone. Not even to Yoongi. I know you care about him a lot and that's the main reason I came here today to tell you all of this."

"I understand. Thank you."

"Don't mention it, kid. Stay safe and try not to do something dangerous. And of course, good luck. You'll need plenty of it." he said while patting my shoulder.

Yeah, I am well aware that I'll need plenty of luck. It's his mother we are dealing with here.

We stood up from the bench and said out goodbyes. He left back to work, a mask covering his face in case someone may have followed him here. We didn't want him getting busted after coming all the way here to help me out.

So... That's what is going on here. Why am I not surprised. I need to talk to Namjoon, but I'll do that later. Not now. It's still too early. Even though I don't have much time.

After the conversation with Hyungwon, I went straight to the hair dressed to dye my hair black. I know that Yoongi likes my orange hair a lot, but as I promised to myself last night, there is no more old Jimin. I need to be strong. Black is a color of darkness that will give me more confidence every time I look at myself in the mirror.

I wonder, how will Suga react when he sees me with new hair color? I hope he won't be disappointed.

After getting out of the hair salon, I took a few mins to stop and collect my thoughts. The day of the surgery is close by. I wonder if I'll be strong enough not to cry. Tears were treating to start falling again from my eyes, but the strong wind that came out of nowhere brought me back to reality.

I took my phone out to check if my hair got messed up. Upon seeing my reflection, the now black hair, I remembered my thoughts from a while ago. I need to be strong.

That day is getting closer, but I can do it. I can be strong. And he can as well. He'll survive and recover. Everything will go back to how it was before. I'm sure of that.

I took a deep breath while shoving my hands into the pockets of the leather jacket I was wearing and moved forwards towards Yoongi's apartment.

It's a new day. New beginning. But the beginning of our ending...

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