Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Thirty-Eight

After what felt like ages, I finally calmed down and was now sitting on the closed toilet. I was staring at my phone and debating whether to call him or not.

It's been so long since we last time spoke and saw each other. Not to mention we ended up things on a bad note.

But again, extreme times call for extreme measures. I already lost my parents and now I am close to losing Yoongi too with my uselessness.

It was stupid of me to cry over things I cannot change. I cannot go back in past and correct my mistakes. But I can surely work on myself and change my future.

With a heavy sign, I opened contacts on my phone before stopping on one and pressing dial. The ringing sound filled the bathroom as I waited for the person on the other line to pick up.

Just as I was about to end the call after a long 13 rings, the line opened and a very deep voice spoke up.

"What a pleasant surprise, kitten."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" I hissed, my voice sounding rougher than usually from crying.

I could hear a low chuckle on the other end, soon followed by a whistle. "Seems the kitten has become a tiger now."

"Not yet. I would need your help with that."

"My help? Now that's something new. As much as I remember, last time we spoke, we were not on good terms."

"I am well aware of that. However, lots have happened and you're the only person qualified enough for this task."

"I like the way that sounds, kitten. Spill the beans."

"Train me how to defend and use a gun."

There was a long silence on the other line, followed by a shifting sound.

"You think you are capable of doing those? We both know how soft and caring you are, Jimin. Dealing with a gun is not a childs play." his voice sounded very serious.

I was well aware of how dangerous it is what I'm asking of him, but if I want to be strong enough to protect both Yoongi and me, this is what I must do.

"Yes, I know this is not a childs play. I found something precious that I want to protect. If I remain the way I currently am, I will never be able to face the danger alone."

"Very well, Jimin. Have it your way. I'll send you the place and time where to meet later."

"Thanks, Jackson. I owe you."

"You sure do, kid." with that he hung up the call.

Jimin let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding before getting up to face himself in the mirror. He looked horrible. Eyes red, cheeks puffy, hair sticking out in every direction... Definitely not a pleasant sight to see.

A light knock came from the door soon followed by Namjoon's voice. "Jimin, come out. It's almost dinner time."

"I'm not hungry, hyung."

"Jimin, please. Jin made dinner for everyone. At least sit with us if you won't eat. Also, you can't stay in the bathroom forever. You'll catch a cold."

I sighed before opening the door. "Where's Suga?" I asked Namjoon who just stared at me.

"He's not here." he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"I already know that. I am asking where is he?" I asked again, this time more serious.

"I don't know." Namjoon answers honestly. He was looking me directly in the eyes which showed that he really did not know. It made me anxious a little knowing that Yoongi wouldn't leave anywhere without informing at least one of us.