Wish Granted -YoongixReader

Chapter 16

I jolted up out of my sleep to loud banging coming from a door. My heart was pounding and I suddenly felt fear. Taking a deep breath, I peaked my head out of my room to see where the banging was coming from. It turned out to be from the living room door.

I looked through the peep hole to see Yoongi standing outside of it. I opened the door just as he turned away to leave. I grabbed his arm without thinking. My heart was still pounding because I hadn't calmed down yet. He shifted towards me and seemed to ease down.

"I called you like five times," he said.

"I j-j-just woke u-up," I assured him.

He nodded, "We should visit your dad."

I cocked my head to the side, "U-Um, ok-kay."

Yoongi grabbed my hand and pulled for me to come. I pulled back. We locked eyes for a moment. Only for him to realize I didn't have shoes on.

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"Joyong," Yoongi said sitting me down at a table, "There's something I wanna tell you."

My heart began to speed up, "Y-Yeah?"

"I went to your dad's room earlier and he said to tell you something since he's undergoing another surgery," Yoongi cleared his throat, "He said you're moving in with your aunt soon."

"D-D-Did he s-say which, which o-one?" I asked.

"His sister," Yoongi answered softly.

"Sh-She lives i-i-in another c-c-city!" I yelled.

"Yeah," Yoongi gulped, "It's too late now."

"F-For what?" I asked.

Yoongi only shook his head and got up from the table. I frowned at this action. However, I instantly got up and shuffled after him. He stayed quiet the whole time we walked in the hospital. Even when we got onto the elevator.

I glanced at him while the elevator rose. He looked at me, I looked away and sighed. This had to be the most awkward yet longest elevator ride I had ever taken. Especially with the dead silence that hadn't always been there.

We then shifted left towards the room my dad was set in. I looked through the window to see my dad fixing his blanket so it wouldn't have a ton of wrinkles. That was something that had always bothered him for some reason. I exhaled through my nose.

Yoongi motioned for me to go in first. I gribbed the door handle and opened the heavy door. My dad looked at me and his face lit up. He looked as excited as I was to see him. I rushed and hugged him tightly. He hugged back.

"Do you realize how long it's been since you've visited me?" he asked.

"I-I'm sorry," I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Who's been cooking for you while I've been gone?" he smiled, "Yoongi?"

"I-I have," I suddenly felt embarrassed.

"That's my girl," he chuckled.

"W-Why do I-I h-have to m-move in with n-noona R-Rin?" I asked.

Suddenly his smile went into a frown, "Well, it's because they found cancer in my right lung. They found it too late, Joyong."

"Y-You're gonna die?" I gasped.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," my dad cleared his throat, "There's always a chance I'll live."

"B-B-But how h-high is th-that chance?" tears welded in my eyes.

My dad pulled me into a hug and trembled with me.

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I sat in the darkness of my bedroom with tears running down my face. Yoongi had to rush home or his father would've grounded him. All I could think about was the time I didn't, when I could've, spent with him. I had only decided so late that I would be visiting him every day.

This wasn't out of fear he'd die, but out of cherishment. Who knows how long he had? Who knows how long I had? It never really bothered me as bad when he was at the hospital any other day until today, but then again, there was awful news.

Before any of this could take place, I decided to begin packing. I didn't care whether or not it was too early. After all, I didn't know when my aunt was coming. I just knew that I had to switch schools or something since she lived almost a whole town away. I hated that.

I hated everything right now. What was I gonna do? Where was my life heading? My dad was dying, I basically had been living alone for a month and a half, I had to move away from Yoongi, Yoongi probably doesn't feel the same about me. That's it. That's why I hated it all.

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Today made the last day I would be at this apartment. My things were packed in a bunch of boxes. I sat on the sidewalk with Yoongi. The temperature outside became more chilly than a few weeks ago. Yoongi was unusually quiet with me today. Maybe he was glad I was leaving.

He was waiting with me for my aunt to get here. I never asked him, but it was nice he was here. I felt as if my lungs were collapsing with each breath I took. I wanted to cry because my dad was dying, I wanted to cry because I was moving, and mostly I wanted to cry because who knows how long it'd be before I saw Yoongi again.

"Joyong," Yoongi cleared his throat.

I looked at him.

He grabbed my hand, "I don't want you to leave."

I stayed quiet not knowing what to say.

"Actually," Yoongi said, "If we're honest, I wanna run away with you. Just us, gone, forever. I hate it here, Joyong. I came back to this stupid town just because of you."

"Wh-What?" my eyes widened.

"Call me insane," Yoongi kept his eyes on the road, "But, no, call me yours."

Yoongi and I stared into each other's eyes. He didn't have an expression on his face, but the details in his eyes were just enough. I could tell he was being serious. I didn't know how to react, but I definitely felt the same.

I took a small breath, "You're mine, Yoongi."

Yoongi seemed more shocked than I was, "You didn't stutter!"

I covered my mouth in shock. I hadn't even noticed that I did something that came naturally. My emotions suddenly went everywhere; happy, sad, excited, etc. Tears, filled with whatever, even formed in my eyes. I didn't know I was capable of something.

Everything suddenly stopped as I watched my aunt's car pull up in front of us. I gulped as she parked cautiously. Yoongi and I frowned at each other. We both got up and grabbed the boxes that were on the street sidewalk. There weren't too many.

"Is he your boyfriend, Joyong?" my aunt asked.

Before I could say anything, Yoongi spoke up, "I could've been."

My aunt's smile instantly turned to a frown, "She not like you?"

Yoongi looked at me.

"I-I l-l-like him," I said with a red face.

"Well," she jerked a box from Yoongi, "He's too late now. I'm sure you'll like my friend's son. He comes over on Fridays, but he doesn't live in my city."

"W-What?" I asked.

"Anyways," she opened the car door for me, "Let's go, your uncle is waiting at home."

My aunt left the door open for me and got in on the other side. I sighed as she did so. Yoongi grabbed my hand before I turned around. I looked back at him frowning. He drawed me into a hug. Something he didn't normally do, and it was tight.

I got in the passenger seat and waved to Yoongi. He smiled and waved off from me. I turned towards the rear view mirror and watched as he dropped his head.