The first thing I become aware of is the beeping, the steady sound almost lulling me back to sleep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My mind wavers, fading in and out of consciousness. I try to focus, to keep from sinking back into the comfort of sleep.
Wake up. Wake up. I need to answer Jimin…
At the thought of Jimin, my mind clears a bit.
I was on the phone with him… then-then… what happened?
The memory rushes back to me: leaving Hoseok, calling Jimin, the pain in my stomach, the darkness that overtook me.
Where am I? What happened?
I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they're glued shut. I try once again, a sliver of light stinging my eyes as it breaks through the darkness, only to be shut out again as exhaustion overtakes me, pushing me back into the darkness.
Third time's the charm.
I pry my eyes open, a woman's face coming into focus above me. My visions wavers, her features blurring together. I focus trying to clear my head, her features becoming sharper as the fog clears away.
Seeing my eyes open, she smiles at me. "Why hello there," she says quietly. "You've been out for quite some time, haven't you?" She chuckles and straightens, leaving my field of vision. Too tired to move my head, I try to speak to her.
"Wha-" I flinch at the raspiness of my voice, my throat scratching with every breath.
Her eyes widen, a frown pull down her lips. "Don't try to talk, honey. Your throat's going to be a bit sore. I'll get you something to drink. It should help with that." I hear her take a step back, but then her face pops back into my line of sight, startling me slightly. "Should I wake your guest?"
Guest? Who would be here? Must be Namjoon.
Not wanting to deal with Namjoon's worried hovering, I shake my head. She nods her head and I hear her footsteps walk away from me, a sliding noise I assume is the door following shortly after.
I take a deep breath, a pain twinging in my stomach at the movement. I grit my teeth, preparing myself for the horrible pain that assaulted me during the accident. Relief sweeps through me when it never comes.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I turn my head, the small movement agonizingly difficult. My mouth drops when I see Jimin sitting in the chair, his orange hair falling over his face as his head tilts forward in his sleep, mouth parted in a small "O".
What's he doing here?
I want to shout at him, to wake him and ask what he's doing in my hospital room. Maybe then he would explain why I was in a hospital room at all. I open my mouth and yell at him, but the sound comes out as little more than a whisper thanks to my sore throat. I try again only to be met with the same results. I groan, letting my head fall back into the pillow.
My eyes drift over Jimin, my heart swelling at the sight of him. It has been weeks since I last saw him and I let my eyes take him in greedily, memorizing the way the lights shone off of his bright hair, the way his nose would twitch occasionally. I chuckle at the odd movement, wondering what he would be dreaming about. Would they resemble my own, showing us as we should be, happy and together? Or would they be normal things, like dreaming about flying? As I watch the slow rise and fall of his chest, I find myself wishing that I could see into to his head, to see what he was seeing at this exact moment.
Jimin's eyes flutter, my heart stopping as his lids raise, shooting open once he sees my own staring back at him. His head whips up, so fast I'm sure it must have hurt him, and he leans forward, his mouth parting. "Yoongi," he breathes, the huskiness of his voice causing my heart to flutter.
I'm sure whoever is watching my vitals is going to have a field day with this.
"Hi," I say, cringing when the greeting comes out raspy. Jimin glances around the room, unsure of how to help me. Sighing, he stands, pulling the chair closer to my bedside and settling back down into it, his elbows planted on his knees as he leans closer to me.
He looks at me, shadows under his eyes even though he was just asleep. "Has anyone told you what happened?" He asks quietly. I shake my head. "Would you like me to tell you then?" I nod my head, staring at him expectantly. He takes a deep breath, letting it out quickly as he runs a hand through his hair. "You got hit with a door and it caused your appendix to burst." He paused, giving me a moment to register what he had said. I nod, letting him know it was okay to continue. "The people who hit you with the door called an ambulance for you. Hoseok heard the commotion and road in the ambulance with you. I was on the phone when you fainted," he sucks in a sharp breath. "One of the people told me what happened, so I called Namjoon and Jin and rushed over here. Your parents are here too. I can get them for you, if you want," he says, starting to stand.
Faster than I thought I could move right now, my arms darts out, grabbing his sleeve. His eyes meet mine and I shake my head, pleading silently for him not to go. He gives me a small smile, easing himself back down into the chair. "Okay, I'll stay then." I nod vigorously, hoping he could see how grateful I was. "Anyway, the infection was pretty bad. The doctors were surprised you hadn't come in sooner." He narrows his eyes at me, disapproval darkening his features. "If you weren't feeling well, Yoongi, why didn't you tell anyone?"
I run my tongue across my lips, trying to moisten them. I swallow a few times, trying to ease my throat enough to talk. "I- I wasn't feeling that bad," I lie, my voice coming out a bit stronger.
Jimin glares at me, crossing his arms. "Is that so? Then are you calling the doctors here liars, Yoongi? They say you should have been vomiting every time you ate something," he explains.
"I wasn't really eating that often," I admit, shrugging my shoulders lightly. My stomach twinges, causing me to grit my teeth against the pain.
Jimin groans, putting his face in his hands. "Why not, Yoongi? You have to take care of yourself!"
Anger builds in me, the beeping to my right speeding up a bit as my heart beat climbs. "You don't have the right to tell me that!" I had meant to yell the words, but due to my throat being so messed up, it came out as a harsh whisper. "You do not get to tell me what to do with my life, Jimin. Especially when you're the one who walked out of it." I grit my teeth, desperate not to let myself sink back into the sea of desperation I had been drowning in since he left. I had set out this morning to try and seal the hole he left and now here we were, ripping it wide open.
Anger blazed in Jimin's eyes as he looked at me. "What was I supposed to do, Yoongi? We're supposed to be soulmates, but you don't let me in," he exclaims. "First you don't tell me that we're soulmates. Then you tell me that it doesn't matter. You're so afraid of me actually loving you that you would rather be alone than let me close to you." He stands, pacing a few steps before stopping to look at me, the sadness in his eyes breaking my heart. "How can I love you when you won't let me Yoongi? I was there at the studio, Yoongi. I heard you tell Namjoon and Jin that you don't like me. That we will never be a couple. Then what's the point of this?"
I reach behind me, pulling the pillow from behind my head. With as much strength as I can muster, I throw it at him. "The point is that I love you, you idiot! " I cry out, staring as Jimin freezes, the pillow bouncing off his chest to the floor. The room falls into silence, both of us frozen until Jimin comes back to his senses.
He rushes over to my bed, falling his knees as he grabs my hand. "Say that again, Yoongi," He demands, his eyes boring into my own, the insentisity behind them making me squirm.
Unable to handle it anymore, I look away, a blush rising in my cheeks. I swallow trying to find the courage that I had this morning. I turn, meeting his eyes once again. Taking a deep breath, I tell him what I should've said from the very first moment I saw him. "I- I love you, Jimin. And I know that might not matter to you, but I just can't keep it to myself anymore. Even if you don't want to have to bear the burden of my curse for the rest of your life, I just want you to know that I love you." He stares at me, mouth open in shock. "And it's not just because you make me see color. I never cared about that before, and I could live without it now. But- but you're a different story." I gulp, praying that my courage wouldn't fail me now. "I love everything about you. The way you flirt and then get super embarrassed about it, the way that you're everything that I wish I was. You're the other half of my soul and these passed two weeks without you have been absolute hell." Jimin stands and my stomach lodges in my throat at the thought of him leaving again. "I don't expect this to change anything. I just couldn't have you leave again withou-"
Jimin's lips press against my own, cutting off my words. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head back slightly so he could have better access to my lips. My body relaxes into the kiss, my arms reaching up to wrap around Jimin's neck. The stretching causes my stomach muscles to ache, but I ignore as Jimin's lips slide against mine, fading everything out until all I feel is him.
After what felt like not nearly long enough to me, Jimin pulled back, our faces still inches apart. I open my eyes slowly, a pout forming on my lips at the loss of the kiss. Jimin smiles at me, his eyes gleaming. "You're so stupid," he laughs. His hand runs through my hair, distracting me from the anger I should be feeling from his comment. I lean my head back into his grasp, desperate for more contact. Jimin obliges, now using both hands to stroke my mint locks.
"What do you mean?" I ask. My eyes slide close as his hands work their magic on my scalp.
"I'm not going anywhere, Yoongi." My eyes shoot open, meeting his own and seeing the promise there, which he speaks a moment later. "Not now, not ever." He brings his face closer to mine, our noses brushing against each other. My heart thuds in my chest so loudly that I'm sure he can hear it. "You're mine, Yoongi," he says. His eyes dart down to my lips, his eyes drawing closed as he inches closer-
The door slides open, the noise causing Jimin to jump away from me, cheeks flaming. The woman from earlier enters, a pitcher of water in her hand. She stops, taking in Jimin's position by my bed and our blushing faces. "Ohhhh," she coos, laughing. "Did I interrupt something?" She walks to me, grabbing a cup from a cupboard. She places the cup on my bedside table, pouring some water into it and handing it to me. "Just wanted to bring you some water, dear. I'll get out of your hair now," she says, giving Jimin and I a wink. She laughs, the sound cutting off as she slides the door shut behind her.
Jimin and I look at each other, breaking out in laughter. "Ow, ow, owww," I laugh, grabbing my stomach. Jimin freezes, concern etching it's way onto his face. He races to my side, his hands hovering above me as he tried to help. It made me laugh even harder, each giggle sending a shock of pain through me.
"Yoongi, how can I help?" He asked, worried.
I smiled, my laughs fading away. "You really want to know what you can do?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. He nods eagerly, desperate to help. My smile grows, pulling my cheeks tight. "Kiss me, Jimin," I say, reaching my hand out to him.
He rolls his eyes at me, but grabs my hand, leaning his head down. "Now that, I can definitely do," he says, winking. He plasters kisses all over my face, giggles bursting from me. His presses his lips against mine in a short, but sweet, kiss. He pulls back just a bit, our breaths mingling in the small distance between us.
"I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my nose.
"I love you too," I say, bringing my hand up to cradle his cheek. I brush my thumb across his cheek, my heart fluttering in my chest.
"Soulmates?" he asks, smiling as he holds his pinky finger up, expecting me to make a promise.
"Soulmates," I promise. Choosing to bypass his pinky-swear, I press a kiss to his lips, sealing the deal.
The door slides open, my mother's voice filling the small room. "My Yoongi!" She cries, approaching the bed. My father, Jin, and Namjoon follow in after her. Jimin goes to move away, but I grab his hand.
I squeeze his hand, keeping him by my side, the place where he has always belonged and where he always will be.
