Jimin Oneshots and Sickfics

Sinking Like Knives 2

Original Request by @CerezoJM
Part 2 Request by @jiminmochi

Warning: contains blood, descriptions of injury

Platonic Yoonmin

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Motherfucking hell. That's how Yoongi would describe it. Seeing Jimin in so much pain hurt him deeply. It had been two weeks already since he had been stabbed, but he was still under heavy painkillers. Of course, all the members tried to soothe him, running their hands through his sweaty hair, telling him funny stories or trying to make him laugh.

But their efforts were in vain. Jimin was almost always in excruciating pain.

He couldn't sleep at night without waking up in hot flashes, couldn't eat without feeling a stinging pain at his side, he couldn't do anything properly. Even though the grogginess and exhaustion bothered him, Jimin preferred being knocked out with the painkillers. They gave him relief.

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Jimin's eyes were open. He was blinking.

Yoongi smiled gently at him. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm uncomfortable, but I'm alright," Jimin said.

The two were alone in the mochi's room. The others were at their schedules, yes the company still made them practice, and Yoongi had been the only one free. He had immediately chose to go and visit Jimin in his lonely hospital room.

"Do you want to go for a little walk?" the rapper asked. "It's been a while since you went somewhere."

"Just around the room then." Jimin nodded. "And if anything happens, you can help me out."

Yoongi agreed hastily. At the back of his mind, he felt a little nervous. Jimin could still be under the influence of heavy painkillers, which would make him prone to collapsing. The rapper needs to be careful, alert enough to call for help if anything goes wrong.

Jimin's cool hand touched his. Yoongi gripped it tight. Slowly, the mochi swung his left leg over the edge of the bed. Yoongi put his arm around his shoulders. He waited for Jimin to get the energy to pull himself off the bed. The mochi moved his other leg, but when he tried to turn his body around, he screamed out loud.

"What-what happened?"

Jimin shook his head, just giving out where he was, leg still dangling over the edge. His face turned pale, his mouth twisted into a pained expression.

"Jimin? What happened?" Yoongi asked again. His heart sped up. The mochi didn't look okay.

"My side..."

"What? Your side hurts?"

Jimin started to tear up. He was stuck in this position. His side hurt everytime he exhaled, hot fire touching the area. Yoongi's constant worrying wasn't helping.

The rapper took a deep breath. "Do you want me to help you lay down properly again? Maybe it won't hurt as much then."

Yoongi didn't wait for an answer. He put his hands on Jimin's left leg and helped raise it back on to the bed. The mochi's shoulders shook when Yoongi touched them to rotate his body straight. Jimin presses his eyes shut. The small tears rolling down his face reveal the amount he is in.

When Jimin was finally positioned on the bed properly again, he bursted into another round of tears. His chest heaved as he started to cry heavily. The more he moved, the more his side hurt. Yoongi couldn't do anything except stroke his face.

The mochi gasped suddenly. He squeezed his eyes shut, and finally, in a choked teary tone, said, "You need to call somebody Yoongi, it's getting worse."