Caregiver | Yoonmin |

Jimin stepped out of his hospital room, one hand tightly gripping the IV stand as it rolled beside him.

Just outside, sitting in a plastic chair in the corridor, was Yoongi. His head was buried in his hands.

When Yoongi looked up, his eyes widened. He stood quickly, rushing toward Jimin only to be met with a sharp slap across his cheek.

Jimin's voice shook with pain and frustration.
"What was the need, huh?"

Yoongi didn't say a word. His eyes fell to the ground as silent tears streamed down his face.

Jimin reached out, grabbed Yoongi's collar with both hands, pulling him closer. Their faces were inches apart. Jimin stared into Yoongi's eyes-filled with worry, guilt, and something else deeper.

The side of Yoongi's face was stained, marked with what looked like black powder, evidence of the chaos he'd barely escaped.

He stepped in, until there was no space left between them. Chest to chest, breath to breath, Jimin's voice cracked,
"I hate you," he whispered and then leaned in, kissing Yoongi harshly, yet somehow still gentle.

More tears slipped from Yoongi's eyes, and he kissed back-desperate, broken, loving. One of his hands slid around Jimin's waist, the other rested at the back of Jimin's neck, pulling him closer, grounding him.

Jimin clutched Yoongi's shirt, his fists shaking. His other hand found its way into Yoongi's hair, his fingers gently caressing, holding on like he'd fall apart if he let go.

This is the story of Yoonmin. Filled with chaos and beautiful ending.

⬆ Yoongi
⬇ Jimin

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