Yoonmin Oneshots

Stolen

Yoongi woke up with the familiar white ceiling above him. The lights started to blind him so he looked away.

He got up and the sudden feeling of emptiness striked him. It was a new day, it was always a new day.

Even if he tries, he could never remember what happened yesterday. He just doesn't remember so every morning was a new beginning.

All that he knows was his name, who he is and his heart never failed to forget who he loves.

He accepted this reality already with the society he lived in. Everything about where he existed in was just messed up.

And everyone was forced to accept it.

He brought his hands up to fix his bed hair and saw hand writings that looked too familiar.

"Room 312 from the hospital nearby. Buy a red rose. 3 pm"

His feet quickly took him out of bed and he was brought in front of an empty canvas.

"Right. I'm a professional paintor."

A tall guy walked in his room with a tray of food.

"Min Yoongi. Yesterday, you painted a beautiful scenery. What will you paint today?"

Yoongi looked at him confused.

"I'm Jung Hoseok your caretaker."

He flashed a smile and Yoongi just smiled back.

He started painting, letting his hands guide the way.

"I will leave your meal right here. Call me if you need."

Hoseok left to do other chores.

Yoongi continued to paint as he starts eating his meal.

~♡~

Yoongi just gave his painting to Hoseok and he was now getting ready to head outside.

"See you," he said as he smiled back at his caretaker.

His feet took him to a familiar flower shop. He didn't need to speak, a man gave him a red rose at once.

"Yoongi, you never fail to come here everyday, eh?"

"Sorry. I don't remember your name. My feet just took me here."

"No worries. I'll gladly remind you my name everyday. Kim Seokjin."

"Thank you," Yoongi said and handed Seokjin his payment.

He walked towards the nearby hospital and the nurses greeted him. He was a usual face to see but their faces wasn't usual to Yoongi.

He checked his arm and looked for the "Room 312".

Once he reached it, a small guy with plump lips and rosy cheeks greeted him with the biggest smile despite looking ill.

"Min Yoongi! You never failed to visit me!"

Yoongi handed him the rose.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember that much."

He was getting tired of saying that phrase but it was the truth.

Even if his memories of the other guy was a blur, his heart knew him well.

"I'm Park Jimin, you're one and only boyfriend and soulmate. You had your first kiss with me. And, we've been together for ten years since we were sixteen. When I turned twenty-two, I started to battle with cancer cells and look, I'm still living! Two years after that, you had a disorder from an accident. Though, our parents made sure to never separate us."