Ok so it seems that I will be finishing this book before any of my other ones.... but I still have a little bit to go with this one!

I haven't been feeling good these past few days, and it's really taking its toll on me. I'm really sorry, again, if this chapter sucks.... I can't help but feel like I'm really... useless? I've had this idea lodged into my head for so long, I just can't stop thinking about it. Anyways, sorry for this long note, hope you're all ok x

P.S grab your tissues for this chapter.

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡

YOONGI'S POV

I felt small circles being drawn onto my forearm, and I cracked an eye open to see Jimin staring up at me, eyes wide and child like. I laughed lightly, him joining with a cute giggle. I wrapped one of my arms around his waist, as my other one went to slide under the pillow to grab my phone. I clicked the small button on the side, the screen displaying "9:25am". I showed Jimin the screen, making him groan and bury his face into my chest. I sighed, running my fingertips through his thick black hair, making him relax even further into my exposed torso. I shook him slightly, and he giggled, peeling himself away from my warmth and sitting up against the headboard. Leaning against his thigh, I pressed light kisses to the soft skin, smiling in between each peck.

He untangled his fingers from my hair, and murmured something about showering later, before slipping down to lay back next to me. I pressed a small kiss to his nose, running my hands up his soft hips, moving down to rest them on his ass. His face tinted with a light pink blush, so I squeezed experimentally, getting a squeal out of his cherry lips. I watched as he lifted his hands to cup my face in his soft palms, and I felt my face heat up slightly. He smiled sweetly, reaching up to kiss my chin. I ran my fingers up his back, feeling his hot breath against my collarbones and I pulled him closer, allowing him to rest his forehead on my chest. I sighed deeply, feeling completely relaxed in his embrace. Jimin snuggled deeper, and my heart fluttered when he pressed a small peck on my skin. Grabbing some strands of hair, I guided his head to face me, our lips colliding in a long kiss, hands intertwining between our bare bodies. I felt his chubby fingers squeeze my hands, and I pulled away to take in the image of his flushed face. I glanced at the small calendar that hung by the bed, grinning stupidly at the date.

"Oh, look at that Jiminie! 13 days of our relationship, shit, don't want anything unlucky to happen!" I joked, reaching down to tickle his sides. He squealed, letting large spouts of laughter erupt from his mouth. I laughed along with him, his body thrashing on the bed as he tried to escape my fingertips from assaulting his chubby sides. He gasped loudly, pushing me off and heaving in order to get his breath back. I watched as he reached over to press his hand to the crook of my neck, eyes lazily half opened. I tilted my head to look at him, but noticed that his eyes had turned a light hue of pink, and the rim had become lined with unshed tears. I was quick to engulf him into my arms, stroking the back of his head, feeling his bare thighs rest on top of mine. I watched as his lips curled up into a sad smile, as he leaned his head onto my shoulder, tears falling down my arm. I reached up to hold his face, making his teary eyes meet mine. 

"Why are you crying, baby?" I murmured, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He sniffled and chuckled lightly. 

"I don't want anything.... a-anything-g b-bad to happen," he stuttered cutely, rubbing his eyes to rid the tears from flowing anymore. I held his quivering form for a few moments more, before we both silently slipped on some clothes. I watched as Jimin grabbed a large black, batwing t shirt from my closet and tugged it on, smiling at me from across the room. I sent my own grin back, amused at how adorable he looked in my clothes. He gripped the front of the fabric between his chubby fingers, rolling it around before dropping his hands down to his sides. I reached out a gloved hand, and he strode towards me, interlocking our palms. I guided him out of the room and down the steps, breathing in the slightly musky lavender scent that hung in the air. Jimin turned to his purse that rested on the kitchen table, eyebrows quirking, silently questioning me if he could retrieve his purse. I nodded, and he dragged me along to the ugly table, digging the purse deep into his pockets. He shrugged, as we quietly left the house, making our way to meet Jimin's mum.

The journey was short - as per usual - but it was filled with short stolen kisses, hand holding and awkward side holding. Our hands were still moulded together, as we strolled down the cobbled path to the large white building I had grown accustomed to visiting everyday with Jimin. I had watched how his brow would furrow everytime he walked in, as if he would constantly reminisce the time that he was informed of his mother's poorly condition; and everytime, I would give his hand the same reassuring squeeze and peck on the temple, followed by both of our faces lighting up as we would make eye contact before we walked into his mum's room.

However, today was slightly different. The usually bustling and over energetic nurse, was now cowered and sunken into her chair. Her eyes were deeply embedded into her skull, thick bags hanging under her eyes. Her cheeks were sagged down into an unattractive frown, and her hands hung loosely over the arm chairs. I felt Jimin tense beneath my grip, so I tried to press into his hand, but the feeling was gone as he dropped my hand. My heart sunk heavily into my chest, as he irritably trudged over to the woman. She glanced at him, and her face fell into one of sadness and sympathy, before she looked down to her computer. I was curious as to why she hadn't greeted Jimin yet, so I stood beside him, trying to catch a glimpse of her computer screen. I watched as she clicked on random files, before Jimin's mother's name was written across the top of the page, a thick red line running beneath it.

My blood froze in my veins as unwanted memories flooded into my brain. The same red line that showed up that day was mirrored onto the screen, haunting me of my nightmares. Jimin turned to look at me, eyebrows knitted in deep thought, as he grabbed my shoulders. I was still unable to move, but Jimin brought a hand up to gently caress my cheek and look at him. I shuddered, turning to face my worried boyfriend.

"Yoongi? Yoongi what's wrong?" He asked, voice cracking slightly as his eyes darted around my face.

"Jimin-,"

"Jimin, I'm sorry to say, that your mother is..." The receptionist cut in, making Jimin snap his head back to face her. I gritted my teeth, chewing furiously on my bottom lip. Jimin gripped the side of the desk, eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. 

"No, no you're lying!" He yelled, banging his fist on the table. I watched as his cheeks began to flush and his eyes screwed shut, tears threatening to spill over. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there, watching as Jimin gripped his hair and tugged at the black locks, hysterically yelling and shaking his head side to side.

"You're lying!" He chanted everytime, and I felt my heart crack as I felt myself falling back into my memories. Suddenly, Jimin threw his head back and sprinted down to the only place I thought he would go. Worried for his safety, I found myself running after him.

I caught up to him, the both of us heavily panting as we watched various people gathered outside the door. Jimin pushed past, demanding to see his mother, screeching at all of the people in white coats. I stared at him push the door open and stumble through, before freezing in front of me.

Before us lay Jimin's mother, clad in a hospital gown and her feet poking out from under the white sheet that she had been draped in. The machines that lay by her sides were all off, black screens matching the dull mood. I stepped behind Jimin, my own heart lurching at the sight of the woman I had grown to know as my mother, now laying breathlessly on a hospital bed. Jimin slowly approached her corpse, knees buckling and legs shaking beneath him.

"Mummy?" He whimpered out, voice cracking on every syllable. He reached out to touch her clothed hand, the tears mercilessly flowing down his cheeks. He sniffled, trying to shake her awake, eyes bright with hope. "Mummy, it's me, Jimin. Mummy, come on, wake up mummy. Mum I brought Yoongi, will you wake up now? Come on mum, wake up... wake up! Wake up! Fucking hell, WAKE UP!" He screamed, stomping on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum. His hand shook his mother's lifeless one, and his legs gave beneath him. I was quick to react, hooking my arm around his waist before his legs fully bent on the ground.

"Y-Yoongi! Yoongi t-tell me it's n-not true! Yoon-ngi!" He shouted at me, eyes staring into my own, filled with pain and sadness. I sighed, sinking down next to him, pulling his hand away from his mother's cold one. He shook violently, shoulders vibrating as I pulled him into a hug.

He sobbed loudly into my chest, pounding my back with clenched fists. I tried to calm him down, hushing against his ear and rocking him back and forth, but his wails only became louder, before he pulled and locked his hands onto my shoulders.

"It's n-not real! Tell m-me it isn't!"

"Jimin, baby I know it's hard. But, love, she's in a better place, she's not suffering. Jimin it's bet-,"

"You... believe them?" He whispered, bewilderment clear in his voice. He struggled to stand up, so I hooked his arm around my shoulder and helped him up, only to be roughly shoved away when we both stood on our own two feet.

"Stay away! I hate you! My mum's not dead, she was fine! She was being cured! I'm sure she was fine! But you... I trusted you! But you tell me she's dead.... when she's not? Yoongi..." he trailed off, shakily turning on his heel, aimlessly wandering to the door.

"Don't come near me, for as long as we live," Jimin spat. I felt my heart squeeze in my chest, but I followed him out of the door and watched as he jogged down the corridor. I found myself silently following him, watching as he held up his hand to rudely quieten the receptionist. He exited the building, before turning around to face me, eyes burning with rage.

"Leave me alone! I told you to stay away!" He roared, twisting around to sharply run down the road. Again, I followed him, sure that he was only saying these things because he was distressed. I promised to protect him, so I followed him to do just that. I watched him sprint across dimly lit roads - never stopping to look. Finally, we reached a main road before he turned around again, fuming with impatience.

"Fine, I'll just leave for you," he grunted angrily, attempting to sprint across the road. In his angry state, he didn't notice a car approaching him. My heart lurched in my chest as I instinctively ran, only to leap behind him and push him away, before feeling a large impact, my vision immediately turning black.

JIMIN'S POV

I felt myself being roughly shoved, and I yelped at the feeling. I growled deeply, before brushing myself off and hauling myself around, only for my heart to freeze momentarily. The scene that laid out before me set my heart into my mouth, and a fresh wave of tears pooled in my eyes.

On the floor, laid a still Yoongi, face flat on the ground. Blood had seeped into his blonde locks, his arms mangled as they stretched out freakishly beside him. I felt vomit rise in my throat, as his body was laying heavily in the middle of the road, still.  My feet finally processed, and I found myself running to him, knees immediately hitting the tarmac as I sat beside him.

"Yoon-ngi?"

No reply.

I grabbed his head gently, turning him over and resting his head in my lap. The blood was smeared all over his porcelain skin, his lips bruised and cut up. I felt the tears relentlessly drip down my chin, landing on Yoongi's unanimated features. His lips suddenly twitched, as did his eyes, before he coughed and looked at me through the slits that he could manage.

"Told you....I'd protect you, didn't I?" He coughed out, before passing out on my thighs. I tightened my hold on him, feeling soft patters of rain on my skin. I lifted my head to the sky, hearing an ambulance nearby.

And I screamed.

I screamed until my throat went dry, I screamed for the pain that was lodged inside of me.

I screamed for my mother, and for Yoongi. I wailed and yelled, shrieking when Yoongi was taken from me. I tried to chase the ambulance, but I weakly collapsed onto my knees, sobbing into my blood stained palms.

Ok ok, ngl but I've been crying while writing this... enjoyed? Or wanna kill me? Or both?

Much love, and sorry if I made you super sad... I just wanted to show a not so happy side to this.

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡