Diagnosis // Yoonmin ff

Chapter Fifty

Golden rays of light were entering the small room, showing off each particle of dust that was floating through the air.

Jimin's eyes squinted at the brightness that was hitting his face directly. He turned on the other side of the bed and sunk deeper under the warm covers of the light blue blanket.

The small boy was on the edge of falling to the dreamland when he realized the morning came and it was time to bring Yoongi home from the hospital.

In an instant, Jimin found himself on his feet, searching around the room for his phone to check on the time. Lucky for him, it was only eight-thirty meaning he still had some time before leaving.

He plopped down on the soft matters, eyes closed for a few minutes. It's only a few hours away till he will be with his love again.

Yoongi seemed to be doing better these days. He seems happier, eats more and seems like his strength is going back to how it was before.

Maybe the doctor was wrong. It could've been that Yoongi was just too weak at that time because of all the stressful situations we went through.

"Although the chances are very low, seeing him as he is now, I believe he will win this fight. He will survive and stay by my side. I gave up too fast. I should've trust more in my kitten. He ain't any lousy cat, he is a tiger after all." Jimin thought.

He stayed laying like that for another fifteen minutes before making his way to bathroom to wash up.

Jimin took his time into getting ready. He wanted to look nice for his husband. After all, it was a great day for both of them. They will once again be together.

"For the first time as a married couple and not just lovers..." Jimin whispered with a smile on his face as he stared himself up and down in the mirror.

Accepting that he looked good enough, he took his phone and wallet and left their room.

Considering it was already nine-thiry, the house was too quit. Something definitely felt off to Jimin, but the younger decided to ignore it. That is until he reached living room.

"Happy Birthday!!" Everyone screamed in unison as confetti's flashed from all sides, covering Jimin in different colors.

"What the ...!!!" The boy screamed out as he felt his soul leaving his body.

"You punks! I almost got a heart att-... Huh? Birthday?"

"Yeah, birthday." Jin stated smiling widely.

"Don't tell me you forgot?" Jungkook laughed out at Jimin's oblivious state.

"Wait! It's someone's birthday today? Shit! What date is it to-?" Jimin questioned confusion evident on his face.

"It's your birthday you little handsome dummy!" Taehyung and Hoseok screamed in agony.

"Mine?"

"No, asshole. My name is Park Jimin and it's my birthday." Hoseok rolled his eyes, a huge smile not leaving his face.

"Min Jimin!" Jin corrected him, making everyone laugh.

Jimin facepalmed himself as realization hit him. "Gosh, it's my birthday. It's October the thirteenth."

"Congratulations, Columbus! You just discovered America." Namjoon teased the younger as he made a pouty face.

"Stop teasing me, hyung. I was too focused on Yoongi that I completely forget." Jimin confessed as he looked around at the decorated room and tons of confetti on the floor.

"Also, how come you never get tired of cleaning these?" Jimin pointed at the mess around their feet.

"Jin does it." Taehyung shrugged it off.

"Oh, no! Not this time children! You will clean this while I rest!" Jin half screamed as he glared at the four of them.

"It's always Jin! Jin cook the means, Jin set the table, Jin clean the table, Jin wash the dishes, Jin wash our cloths as well... What do you want next? To come and wash you all up like babies?"

The oldest in the room kept rambling on as everyone else laughed their asses off.

"Why are you all laughing?!" Crossing his arms on his check, Jin huffed cutely.

"You really sound like a mother, hyung." Jungkook confessed while wiping away his tears.

Jimin collected himself after a long laughing session which he hadn't have in ages. He took a quick glance on his watch seeing it was already fifteen past ten.

"Oh, shit! I'm late! I gotta go guys." The raven haired boy reached for his shoes before dashing down the stairs.

"Wait, where are you going? What about the party?" Taehyung whined like a kid.

"To Yoongi. He is getting discharged today."

"But I made a cake!" Jin shouted from the kitchen as he walked out carrying a big chocolate cake.

"I must admit, hyung. That looks very tasty. But it will have to wait till tonight. I ain't celebrating my birthday without my hubby." Jimin smiled at everyone before leaving the house.

The trip to the hospital was fast. Adrenaline was rushing to Jimin's body, making him move at high speed, smiling like a crazy person. But who wouldn't if they were going to see the love of their life.

Jimin entered the hospital, going straight to receptionist to sign a few documents for Yoongi. It took him five minutes the most to complete that.

Collecting all the papers, he made his way towards Yoongi's room. On his way there, a familiar figure caught Jimin's attention.

A man in a black armani suit was standing at the beginning of the hallway, a phone in his hands, eyes tracing Jimin's every move.

It creeped out the boy a little but he gave his best to shrug it off. However, the feeling of knowing the man although he cannot pinpoint where he saw him before kept bugging the male.

As Jimin passed by him, from the corner of his eye, the boy was able to catch the man typing something on his phone before shoving it into his pocket.

Once Jimin reached the door to Yoongi's room, he turned around one more time to look at the man, but he was no longer there.

"Weird..." Jimin said to himself before moving his gaze to the doorknob.

Inhaling deeply, Jimin run a hand through his hair, putting its strains back to their place. He smiled widely for his husband before reaching for the doorknob to twist it and open the door; ready to greet him in one of his best editions.

Unfortunately, his smile didn't last long. Inside the room, the raven haired boy found Yoongi sitting on his bed, playing with their wedding ring; taking it off snd putting back on as if anticipating whether he should leave it on and throw it away.

On the other side of the room, on the big dark couch, a woman sat cross legged, her gaze immediately meeting Jimin's.

Jimin knew who she was, he met her twice already. The woman he didn't like since the name he heard Yoongi utter her name in his dream. Suran.

"Hey, Jimin." She greeted him, half heartely, making Jimin's stomach flip.

"Hey. You came to see Yoongi off?" Jimin asked, showing off a fake smile, not wanting to seem rude.

"Actually, Jimin..." Yoongi started off, taking the boys attention to him. "There is something I need to tell you."

Yoongi's gaze moved from Jimin to Suran as a heavy sign escaped his lips. He opened his mouth to speak again, but paused for a second.

"No, let me correct myself. It's not just me, it's us. We need to tell you something."