Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Thirty-Five

The time we spent together in Japan was the happiest we were in these past few months. Unfortunately, everything comes to an end eventually and it was time for us to go back to Korea. I looked at the man to my right who was staring out of the window at the passing clouds. Last night still feels like a dream to me. I took his hand into mine, staring at the ring on it. The ring that showed everyone that he was mine and only mine. 

"It was nice while it lasted, "Yoongi spoke up from beside me. I looked up at his beautiful hazelnut eyes while giving a light squeeze to his hand. 

"Yeah, but it does not mean that we cannot come back another time." I smiled at him, slowly rubbing his hand with my thumb. 

"That is true." he smiled back, but soon after his smile flattered. "Now we are back to our hell." 

Right, his mother. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I remember what awaits us back in Seoul. She was a very persistent woman. Everything had to go according to her demands. In case it did not, she was ready to take any means just to have the result be in her favor. Uneasiness took over my whole body and all I could do was look away on the crowd of people that was together with us on this flight as different ideas crossed my mind on how to get rid of that demoness. 

"We are really getting married?" Yoongi on the other hand tried to brighten up the mood. I felt his hand on my cheek, making me look at him again. His soft lips claimed mine in a soft kiss and all I could do is surrender to his touch and warmth. 

"Yeah, I guess we are." I smiled at the angel in front of me. "I am so glad that nothing happened last night. I was extremely worried." I confessed to him. 

He chuckled a little before pecking my lips. "Yeah... Even I thought that I would have a stroke from the shock and surprise. Luckily, I did not." 

"True, you did not. I am so proud of you. The therapy seems to be going well and you're recovering quite fast." 

"Do you want to know the secret recipe to my recovery?" he smirked at me. I nodded my head curiously to what could be his answer. But instead of receiving any words, he connected our lips into another long kiss. Both of his hands were on my cheeks, holding me carefully as if I may break at any moment. I sneaked my arms around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine. 

"You are my medicine Jimin. Those plump and soft lips of yours are my remedy. Every time we kiss, I feel all of my pain and worries being washed away. All that is left is us in our own universe, surrounded by happiness and memories of all the precious moments we had." he took a short breath before continuing, his eyes not leaving mine even for a second. "I know things aren't always the best. We went thought a lot and lots of trouble are yet to come. We will soon be married and I am not sure how long will I be able to stay by your side. There are so many things I want to experience with you Jimin and I keep thinking of it with each day. We would be living in a small house with a big backyard. I would have my own small studio where I could write and compose songs. You will be my muse and inspiration in every song I create. We would also have a huge bedroom with a king-size bed that will keep lots of our secrets." he smirked a little but soon after his soft smile returned. 

"There will also be two small bedrooms. You know Jimin, I never liked children much. I didn't want them because I was scared that eventually, I would turn to be like my father and cause them pain. But when I look at you Jimin, I feel like you can change all of that. You already changed my life completely by your presence in it and I wish it will remain to be that way. I wish to have a big family with you. For us to go camping together with our son and daughter, to explore the world, to have family movie nights where we would watch those cheezy cartoons and comedies, to watch them grow, take them to school. The little boy would look like me and take basketball classes. All of the girls in school would be all over him since he is as cool as his dad. While our little baby girl would be taking ballet classes or maybe even modeling. She will be as beautiful and elegant as her appa Jimin. Both of them will make us the proudest parents ever. I want to make so many memories Jimin so that when we both grow old when we get all ugly and fat, although I doubt that you will ever be anything but mesmerizing, we could have tons of memories to reminisce about."