Weather: Major cockblocking with a large shower of feels.

Also if anyone was confused about the last chapter, the voice in Yoongi's head is just in italics, and Yoongi's response is in bold italics.

《BlackPink in your area》

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡

YOONGI'S POV

I looked up at the boy that hovered above me and stared into his eyes that were filled with pure happiness. His black hair hid the bright brown eyes slightly, so I pushed the jet black strands away from his forehead, our gaze still locked. His phone buzzed once again and he averted his eyes from mine and brought his hands to my chest. His lips trembled before he mumbled out an incoherent sentence, making me cock my head to the side in confusion.

"T-tak-ke m-me... t-to the h-hosp-pital please?" He stuttered, biting his puffy bottom lip. The way his teeth bit down on the soft pink flesh made my mind go wild. Then his tongue poked out and he ran it agonisingly slowly over the section that he was just nibbling, making my mind whirr even more. He tugged on my hair impatiently and I nodded at him lazily.

"Uh... yeah... sure, get up baby," I commented, unaware what I had just called him. His face was dusted with a pale pink blush, and he shuffled off me shyly. Pulling him up off the floor, I ushered him to follow me. I strolled down the corridor, grabbing a coat for myself and then glancing to Jimin who was unprepared for the stormy looking evening. I tugged on the umbrella that was on the hook near the door, handing the quiet boy the mint coloured plastic. He mumbled out a quiet thank you, but pivoted on his heel to turn in the direction of the main room.

"Suga, I f-forgot m-my bag in the other r-room... c-can I get it?" He asked. I didn't answer, and he began walking to his bag but I was quick to grab him by the wrist. I felt the way his body tensed under my grip, probably in fear, but I then pulled him into my chest.

"You're coming back here after this... untimely hospital visit. Understood?" I growled into his ear, my tone clearly authorative and stern. He weakly nodded, and I loosened my grip on his wrist, only to reach for his hand. I hesitantly placed my palm in his, wondering why I was doing this myself.

Stupid Min Yoongi, you realise that all that's going to happen is both of you being shamed by society? Won't that cause pain for your poor, sweet, innocent Jiminie?

Shut the fuck up.

Struck a nerve I see?

I told you to shut the fuck up.

I will. Just don't blame me when everything turns to shit.

I shook my head, ridding myself of that shitty nagging that rang out in my head. Jimin intertwined our fingers and tugged me to the door,his face still tinted a slight pink. I grabbed the keys from the shelving unit beside the door, unlocking the door and opening it for Jimin. He stepped outside, shivering at the temperature change. I went to grab a coat from the rack, brushing the navy blue fabric that hung on the dark brown wood.

Brother.

I shook my head, yanking the coat off it's hook and I handed it to the quivering boy. He held the coat in his hands and sent me a questioning look. I responded by nodding to him, and he slipped the overly large material that passed his fingertips and hung incredibly loosely on his petite frame. He sent me a smile, and I followed him outside, locking the door behind me. We began walking to the place where we just were, and I felt Jimin lace his fingers back with my own, his cold hands shaking nervously against my own.

Don't you dare hold his hand back.

I tightened my grip on his hands, mocking the voice in my head with my action. Jimin leaned into my arm and rested his head against my shoulder as we strolled down the cobbled roads, the hospital sign coming into sight after a while.

Jimin quickened his pace, and we jogged to the entrance. The automatic doors parted in front of us, the receptionist immediately perking up when she heard our footsteps.

"Jimin! Oh goodness, Jimin! It's about your mother I'm glad you're here," she shrieked wildly. Jimin lowered his gaze to the floor and nodded in acknowledgement. I squeezed his hand in reassurance, but his eyes were still glued to the floor.

"What's wrong with my mum?" He whispered faintly, voice threatening to crack.

"Oh Jimin, honey it's just tha-,"

"Please just tell me."

"Jimin, sweetheart, she's been... diagnosed with invasive breast cancer... it was recognised so late we don't know what we can do... but her doctor will be meeting you in a few minutes. It's ok Jimin, we'll figure something out, I'm sure-,"

"Please... stop reassuring me when you know it won't be fine," he stated angrily to the woman that was frantically trying to reassure him. I brought my arm around his waist, but he stepped away from me and went to sit down on the seats that were in the waiting area.

Soon enough, a brown haired man in a white coat had come to sit next to Jimin, his face cold and serious.

"Jimin? Am I right? I understand that this is extremely painful news, as you live with your mother and on occasion, your father, but we will do our best to make sure she survives. Despite her being a strong woman, she does have... little chance..." The doctor trailed off. Jimin's eyes widened and a few tears slipped down the purple mark on his cheek.

"Jimin, is everything all right? Your face is littered in all sorts of cuts and bruises... and your shirt! Jimin would you like us to bandage you up? If you say yes, we will allow you to visit your mother."

"Yes. Do anything, I just want to visit my mum," Jimin responded sharply. The doctor nodded and beckoned him to follow. I also got up, shocking the doctor with my presence.

"Min Yoongi? Well... it's been a while, no? I hope you've read those letters about your will from your parents. My deepest condolences after their tragic acc-,"

"Shut the fuck up, you didn't even try helping. Don't throw your sympathy at me, and get Jimin patched up and let him see his mum, you asshole," I spat at him. He turned away and sighed deeply, guiding us down the halls to a room where a female was heard laughing.

The doctor opened the door, revealing a woman with shoulder length black hair, sat up against the headboard of the sickly mint coloured bed. Her eyes were sunken and her skin was pale, but a small smile played on her lips when she saw me and Jimin. She winked at the both of us, and Jimin ran to the bed with his arms outstretched.

"Mummy!" He cried, sobbing into his mother's hospital gown.

"Oh Jimin, sh baby it's ok. Mummy's going to be ok! Don't cry Jiminie, mummy will be fine! Aw baby sh, don't cry or mummy will too! Mummy loves you so much, my big boy needs to be quiet now... did you bring a friend, baby?"

"M-mummy," Jimin sniffled, his mother running her pale fingers over his cheeks to wipe away the tears. She then turned to face me, but I was sure that she was looking at the doctor behind me. I glanced behind me, only to find that the man wasn't there, and I went to turn to the woman again.

"Uhm... Jimin I'll be waiting at the waiting area... uh... take your time," I stuttered nervously. Fuck, why was I nervous? All I thought of was leaving, when the woman had called out to me.

"Come take a seat, sweetheart, it's ok," she reassured and I felt my heart thump.

Mother.

I saw how Jimin sent me a smile too, and I found myself pulling up a seat next to the bed.

"Mummy! This is Yoongi and he's... A classmate and I'm his tutor!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"Ahh, wonderful to meet you Yoongi, I'm clearly Jimin's mother," I nodded and sent an awkward smile at her. Suddenly, the door swung open and a nurse had ordered us to leave visiting house were now over. Jimin's mother leaned over to press a kiss against her son's head, and I mumbled out an awkward bye before we both stood up and left. Jimin wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek before we left, and I heard a loud gasp from his mother, which turned into a loud chuckle. I felt myself blush, but his mother just kept laughing at her son's actions. I dragged Jimin out of the room and hurried down the corridor to the exit, mumbling a quick bye to the receptionist.

We stepped out of the doors, and I pressed my lips to Jimin's, his arms wrapping around my neck and pulled me closer to him. I grabbed his hips and we both broke apart.

"What are we?"

"Whatever you want us to be... baby."

I will continue this in the next chapter, so don't think that all of a sudden they're a couple, I'm not that nice... 😅

- Bangtan_Trash2401 ♡