Six people Jeongguk meets in the hospital [bangtan ff]

Yoongi

Notes

-updating this so quickly because i have the story complete and i don't want to keep you waiting.

Yoongi

Jeongguk made his way back into the hospital. It was far less cramped now, the people didn’t rush around and the smell of medicine was faint.

Room 125, right ahead of him. The handle slowly bent under his fingers and he pushed the doors in, a big mistake that was.

Hoseok was on Namjoon’s bed, kneeling just above Namjoon's crotch, his hand in the other one’s pants. Their lips were sealed together, a faint smile on both of their faces.

“Pervert,” a voice said from behind him and Jeongguk jumped up, frightened and embarrassed.

“I-I’m not--” he stuttered, closing the doors behind him and moving away from them as far as possible.

The other boy smiled at him and wrapped his free hand around Jeongguk’s shoulders. “I know, you’re Jeongguk.” He sounded tired so Jeongguk shook his head in the direction of the chairs in the hallway.

“Thank you,” the stranger said, his eyes glistening and a smile wide spread over his lips.

Jeongguk only nods his head, his eyes trailing up the other one’s face. He was completely bald, not a single hair on his face. His eyes, a deep brown colour, and his lips, a pale pink in colour that is slowly fading into white on the edges. He was beautiful, no doubt, but his illness was sucking the life out of him. 

“How do you know my name?” Jeongguk asked, thinking that would be the most polite question he could ask.

The stranger laughed. “Namjoon and Hoseok told me about you.” His smile dropped. “You had a quite rough time here, didn’t you?”

Jeongguk looked away, so the two didn’t forget him. That was pleasing to hear. He feared that they might have forgotten about him and that he’ll only come here to embarrass himself.

“I did,” he sighed and fiddled with the chocolate he held in his hands. He was about to give it to Namjoon for all that he’s help him.

“I’m Yoongi, by the way.” He smiled, stretching his hand over to Jeongguk. “Nice to meet you.”

Jeongguk took his palm in his. Yoongi’s skin was so soft, gentle. His palm was so light that he wondered if the other weighted anything at all.

“Are you in my old bed?” Jeongguk asked out of pure curiosity, his fingers slipped out of Yoongi as the other one stood up, hissing at the pain in his back as he did.

“Yeah, I am.” His fingers gripped at the IV stand so hard his knuckles were getting whiter than they already were. “Quite unfortunate that room is.”

Just as Jeongguk lifted himself up from the chair, offering his help to Yoongi, Hoseok walked out. His face flushed dark red when he saw the two waiting in front of the room.

“Hope you had fun,” Yoongi teased and walked past Hoseok into the room.

The two stood in an awkward silence for a moment. Hoseok’s cheeks were still ruddy and he did his best to avoid Jeongguk’s eyes.

“I came to see you two,” Jeongguk finally said, his fingers playing with the plastic wrap around the chocolate. “Brought you some chocolate too.” He lifted it up smiling at the other.

Hoseok cleared his throat. “Thank you.” He was about to make a pathetic excuse when his pager beeped and he gave Jeongguk an apologetic smile. “Sorry, duty calls.” He managed to mutter before sprinting down the hall.

The room didn’t change much since the last time Jeongguk was in it. The sheets were new and the flowers next to Yoongi’s bed too.

“Jeongguk?” Namjoon asked from his bed, eyes scanning over the whole room looking for the boy.

“Namjoon hyung,” Jeongguk answered and sat in the chair next to Namjoon’s bed. “How are you?”

Namjoon smiled, fingers tapping over his sheets, looking for Jeongguk’s. “I’m great. Things are much better for you too now, I suppose.” His smile was wider than Jeongguk remembered. It was brighter too.

He nodded his head briefly before answering. “Thinks are much better.”

“And Taehyung?”

Jeongguk sighed. “He’s mopping around his room ever since the news of Seokjin’s death reached him. But I don’t think he’ll be at it for long.”

“I understand nothing, who’s this Taehyung guy?” Yoongi asked, peeking over his phone.

Namjoon sighed. “He was here before me. Jeongguk and he are friends.”

Yoongi looked confused, his brows furrowed and he rolled his eyes. “You people are so complicated,” he muttered and continued tapping the screen of his phone. “Who normal makes friends in hospital?”

Namjoon laughed while Jeongguk only looked at the other with a pale face. “You did too.”

Yoongi pushed the phone away, “Not really.” His voice was dark, bitter.

Namjoon’s face darkened instantly. He furrowed his brows and stood up. “Stop that!” he yelled at the other boy. “You’re acting like a dick.”

Harsh, Jeongguk wondered what Namjoon was like when he actually got mad, this was merely frustration he’s seeing.

Yoongi turned to face him, phone long forgotten between his sheets. “Am I really?” he stood up, finger poking Namjoon’s chest. “I’m going to die in less than two months. Am I really acting like a dick for not trying to meet people now and hurt them when I die?”

Jeongguk felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“We can help you through this shit storm, Yoongi.” Namjoon tried to reason, his fingers gently wrapped around Yoongi’s.

Yoongi’s eyes twinkled, he was about to cry. “I don’t want you to…” his voice trailed off as his body was crushed between Namjoon’s hands, his head tucked under the other’s chin. “I can’t—”

Namjoon didn’t say anything; he merely just rocked the other boy in his hands. Fingers stroking over the small of his back. He looked so fragile in Namjoon’s arms, looked so small.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispered, half hoping that the other two didn’t hear him, but Namjoon had better hearing than anyone Jeongguk ever met. “We’re all going to die one day.” he said, fiddling with his thumbs. This was so weird, giving pep talk to someone instead of receiving one.

“Not helping,” Namjoon said though his teeth, his hands are still tightly wrapped around Yoongi who’s started crying, small droplets falling onto the other’s shirt, soaking it up.

“Just listen.” Jeongguk protested, taking a step closer to the two. “We all know that we all die, but we still make friends our whole life.”

Yoongi laughed bitterly. “But you have a whole life ahead of you, and I only have a few months.”

Jeongguk stepped even closer, his fingers slowly closing around Yoongi’s. “We don’t. I might die the second I step out of this hospital.” He wrapped his hands around Yoongi’s waist, pulling him against his chest, warming up his small body. “Make those few months you have left the best ones of your life.”

Tears escaped Yoongi’s eyes, sobs filled the room. “I-I don’t k-know—” he stuttered, fingers gripping harder and harder onto Namjoon’s shirt until his knuckles turned completely white.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Jeongguk’s voice was like honey to Yoongi’s ears. It has been so long since someone spoke to him with that much honesty in their voice. Everyone else only sugar-coated the harsh truth. “Just let us meet you and let yourself meet us.” 

Notes

sixth chapter done, only one to go.
-is it only me or my chapters getting longer. the goal for this story is to be 7k words long, i think i can do that. i hope so.
-hope you don't mind me making yoongi so broken.