BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Sweeter Than Sugar Pt. 4 FINAL

Hello!

This is the last official chapter of Sweeter Than Sugar :(
I've had a blast writing it, and I hope you guys have had fun following the journey with me uwu

Enjoy!

PREVIOUSLY...

"Chanyeol turned his attention away from Jimin and glowered at me, his eye twitching and his body slightly off balance. Jimin and I watched as he used his free hand to keep his aim steady. Jimin looked at me and then back to Chanyeol, his face falling and his throat dropping into his stomach. When I saw his knee bend, my blood ran cold with panic. I shouted his name and threw my gun on the ground to try to stop what was happening.

I wasn't fast enough.

BANG!!!"

7:21 AM
Jimin POV:

When I woke up, I didn't open my eyes. Every part of my body was heavy with exhaustion, and the right side of my waist was achy and throbbing. My mouth was as dry as a desert, my head was pounding, my skin was freezing, and my left hand was encased in something soft and warm. The stench of a large amount of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and even with my eyes closed, I could still sense how bright the room was. I slowly and carefully peeled my eyelids open only to be greeted with more pain and discomfort. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the both natural and artificial brightness surrounding me, every streak of light bouncing off of ivory walls and electrical equipment. The peaceful, early morning sun was beginning to shine in through the window, the fluorescent lights above me far less pleasant.

The hospital room was small. It had the essentials like a sink, the bed I was laying on, machines monitoring my vitals, the IV stand with its drip attached to my right hand, a bathroom, a small table, and a few chairs in the corner. The wooden door was closed to give me privacy while I rested, and I couldn't hear very many voices outside in the hall. I moved my head around to try to take in more of my surroundings with my slightly groggy vision, but I quickly stopped when I spotted a mop of soft, black hair resting beside my thigh.

Yoongi was hunched over asleep in a green chair with his face buried in his arms and his hand holding my pale and bruised one. He had changed into a simple navy blue t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, looking nothing like his normal dark and dangerous self. His hair was soft and messy, his chest rising and falling evenly as he slept. He looked peaceful, even though the position he was in didn't look like the most comfortable. I didn't know how long I had been there or how long he had been by my side. I didn't even know what was wrong with me. All I remembered was standing between Chanyeol and Yoongi while they were trying to kill each other. After that, it was all blank.

I smiled and gently slipped my hand from his to start playing with his hair. He stirred a little at the change but went right back to sleep. We stayed like that for about thirty minutes before there was a soft knock on the door. I didn't have the time to say anything before a woman in a white coat and a clipboard in her hand poked her head in and gave me a kind smile. I did my best to return the gesture. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, taking small and quiet strides to get to the side of my bed.

"Good morning, Mr. Park," she muttered, trying not to wake Yoongi up. "I'm Dr. Yang. I'll be the one overseeing you while you're here. How are you feeling?" I shrugged.

"Tired," I replied. "Sore." She nodded and checked my vital signs to write them down on her clipboard.

"Well, you are doing very well for someone who had a bullet stuck in their belly. It was very touch and go for a while, but I'm delighted to see that you're awake." My eyes widened a little in shock, the pain on my right side starting to flare just a little.