9/3/2019

Your fruit is still alive *coughs*

HI!! AND before anything, this is an angst btw :))

OH! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR GENIUS PRODUCER MIN YOONGI 😊❤

ENJOY!! ♡

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(Y/N)'s POV

I threw myself on the couch after placing a mug of hot chocolate that I made a while ago on the coffee table next to me. My hand reached a white album decorated with a cute pink ribbon glued at the corner of the album.

Well, I was left all alone here in the living room. My dearest husband already went to his office early in the morning as he got an urgent meeting to attend.

This wasn't just any ordinary photo album, it was a special album where we kept photos of moments the day me and Yoongi got married.

Oh my, that was the best day ever in my entire life.

I mean.. what would you feel if you get to marry a guy you've been crushing on for 4 years during high school aka your first love ?

Well for me, the happiness was indescribable.

We've been married for almost 3 years now. I know, time flies so fast.

Erm but..

We didn't have any child.

After a year of our marriage, I oftenly felt pain at my lower abdomen. Yoongi was worried sick so we decided to see the doctor. So, from the checkup..
the doctor authenticated that I was infertile. It would be a huge lie if I said that we weren't dissapointed to hear such news. But Yoongi was there for me all the time to cheer me up. To help me to get through hard times. Even I know deep inside he was sad too because he won't be able to be called as a father. But he masked himself with smiles and laughs that could lighten up my days. He once said that he hated seeing me all sad and gloomy. Min Yoongi is one good husband that every girls out there dreamt to have.

Throughout the years, I eventually learned to accept the reality that I couldn't produce babies and lived my life to the fullest with my beloved husband by my side, who helped me a lot through thick and thin.

Looking at these photos really brought a huge smile on my face. Oh, how I miss those days so much.

The daydream about the happy moments I had with Yoongi was disturbed by the sound of the front door being shut. Hmm.. it must be Yoongi. I placed the album back on the couch and went to greet my husband.

"Jagiya?!" Yoongi called.

"Yes I'm here!" I smiled widely, opening my arms and wrapped them around his neck as I reached him before gave him a peck on his lips.

Yoongi snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer towards him.

"How's the love of my life doing?" He leaned his forehead against mine with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Fine..? As always." I pouted.

"Aww.. hey. Why don't you go upstairs and get ready." He smiled.

I pulled my head back and looked at him in the eyes.

"Why?"

Yoongi removed his right hand from my waist and went to tuck my hair behind my ear gentlyㅡ with a smile still on his face.

"Eomma called me this morning, she invited us to have dinner together with her tonight."

Oh boy..

You see, me and Yoongi's mother aka my mother-in-law didn't get along so well. I don't know why she disliked me so much. I mean.. what have I done? I married your son for good ma'm. What..

Yoongi noticed me looking at his necktieㅡ frowning for a while.

"Hmm I know that face. Jagiya, everything is going to be fine, okay? Eomma likes you. She's just.. had weird ways to show it but I know deep inside, she loves her daughter-in-law. Okay baby? She loves you..trust me. " He caressed my cheek softly.

"You think so?" I lifted my eyebrows while pouting cutely.

"Haha.. I know so, honey. Now go upstairs and get ready, alright?" He leaned in to peck my cheek.

I sighed heavily before replied with "Hm..alright."

* * *

"You look stunning honey." Yoongi praised as he wrapped his arm around my waist and shoot me a smile before he rang the bell. I was wearing a simple knee-length black dress and a pair of silver heels. My hair was put up into a fancy up do, with some curled strands hanging down to frame my face. There. Nothing fancy and simple.

The huge door infront of us were suddenly opened by one of the butlers that worked here. He greeted us and opened the door wider for us to enter the mansionㅡ before he escorted us to the diner room where Yoongi's parents were waiting.

"Ah! There you are. Oh my son, Yoongi how are you darling." His mom greeted him with a hug and kissed both of his cheek.

"I'm fine eomma. How are you?"

"Oh I'm all fine honey. Your dad too. No need to worry about us honey." She replied.

I went to hug my father-in-law. He gave me a warm smile and hugged me back. "How are you, (y/n)?" He asked.

I flashed him a smile. "Fine, thank you."

I pulled away from the hug and went to hug my mother-in-law. But to my dissapointment she already turned away from me and immediately took her seat.

My body flinched as I felt Yoongi's hand rubbed my arm up and down soothingly and whispered "Never mind her.." to my ear.

I slowly nodded and went to take a seat next to Yoongi.

Yoongi was talking to his mom as she asked him about something that related to the company while his father sat there unwillingly listen to their conversations.

A while later, the butlers came to serve the dinner. Without wasting any more time I grabbed the fork that laid next to the napkin and started to dig in. Hunger got the best of me because I haven't eaten anything since this afternoon..and plus, this pasta looked and smelt amazing.

"So! I didn't call both of you here for nothing. Well, to have dinner with us was one of the reasons.. but I have something else to discuss. With both of you." My mother-in-law spoke ㅡ putting her fork down on the plate and wiped at the corner of her mouth with the napkin.

I turned to glance at Yoongi with confusion written all over my face; before slowly turning my head to his mom again.

"What is it, eomma?" I asked.

She smiled not-so-sincerely.

Oh oh.. not a good sign.

She then turned to look at her husbandㅡ who's looking all guilty.

What...is happening..now? I'm starting to get worried I swear. Inner me.

"Yoongi honey. How long have you two been married?" She started to ask.

"Almost 3 years now. Why?"

"And you still don't have any children right?"

Oh ma'm you did not just go there..

"Eomma what are you talking about? You know what happened to (y/n) right?!" Yoongi replied. I could feel that he was starting to not feel better with his mother's queries and where this conversation was going.

"I know, I know. That's why me and your father decided to arrange a marriage between you and one of my friends' daughter. She's very beautiful and a nice young lady, honey."

Mine and Yoongi's eyes went wide by her statement.

I knew it. I've been knew all along that something bad is going to happen. Oh my god is she for real..

"What?!! Aappa!! Is that true?!" Yoongi asked his father.

"I'm sorry son. I tried to talk to her but she won't listen. I have nothing to do with this anymore I'm so sorry. (Y/n).." He looked at me with guilt.

"Ergh your father never once agreed on anything I suggested."

"That's because your suggestion is stupid!" Yoongi spat.

I sat there silently, looking down at my meal while hearing them started to argue with each otherㅡ not daring to rub my nose into their arguments or making it gone any worst.

"Behave young man! I am still your mother! And plus I've been dying to have a grandchildren. Hearing my friends bragging about theirs really pissed me off. You're my only son, Yoongi. I just wanted the best for you. I don't understand why are you still with (y/n). She can't pregnant for goodness' sake! She can't give you children. She can't even give you happiness Yoongi!"

"I am still with her because I love her!" Yoongi stated firmly as he tried to remain calm.

I lifted my head to look at Yoongi; then to his mother with my face frowning a bit. Deep inside my heart was starting to hurtㅡ the thought of Yoongi marrying another woman triggered me a bit.

But.. there's truth too in what eomma had stated earlier. I can't provide happiness to my husband. He wanted a child so bad and I couldn't give it to him. I've dissapointed my own husband.
I know it wasn't my fault that I was infertileㅡ but still I can't help but to feel guilty. To feel that I wasn't good enough for him.

I was so ashamed with myself.

* * *

We went home right after we finished the dinner because Yoongi was offended and pissed with his mom. Throughout the car ride, a heavy yet comfortable silence filled the car. Non of us dare spoke a word.

I unlocked the door and went inside the mansion. Placing the keys on the countertopㅡ I headed to the pool in the backyard to calm myself a bit and to inhale some fresh night air.

As I was staring down at the pool, I felt a pair of arms circling my waist from behind and pulling me closer to his body while his nose went down to the crook of my neckㅡ inhaling my scent deeply.

I placed both of my hands on Yoongi's arms; gently caressing his knuckles and the visible veins on the back of his palms.

"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I didn't know eomma would say such thing. I'm so sorry honey. Don't mind her. I love you, honey. I love you so much." He said before placing a kiss on my neck.

I almost let out a moan by the way he gently kissed my neck and my shoulder. My eyes were glued to the calm waterㅡ not blinking a bit while my fingers still linked with Yoongi's.

"Yoongi-ssi.." I whispered.

"Hhmm?"

I paused for a whileㅡ hesitate to continue.

"I think you should listen to your mother.." I barely whispered.

Instantly he unwrapped his arms around me and turned me around to face him. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"What did you say?" He asked.

I let out a heavy sigh before continue.

"Yoongi, honey..look. You're lonely. Even when you said you're not I know you do. It's just two of us in this huge house. Sometimes I felt lonely too honey"

"So you're saying that you're not happy living together with me?" He cut me off.

"No. No that's exactly not what I meant. I said that we're lonely because we don't have any children-"

"(Y/n) please. Don't talk about tha-"

"No." I quickly cut him off. Tears were already at the corner of my eyes.

"I want you to hear what I'm going to say first. Just let me finish my words, please. " I stared deeply into his eyesㅡ he nodded slowly; giving me the permission to continue.

"I know how much you want kids so badly. I know, Yoongi. Don't even try to deny it. But unfortunately I can't give you that. I can't provide happiness to my own husband. What kind of wife-"

"Min (y/n)! Please don- don't say like that please." A lone tear escaped his left eye as his grip on my shoulders tightened and his lips started to tremble.

"I'm sorry Yoongi. I'm so sorry. Now I want you to listen to me. I'm giving you the permission to marry someone else. Maybe they have the ability to give birth to your children, that I wasn't able to do it for you. Didn't you hear what your mom was saying just now? The girl that she was about to arrange a marriage between you two? Yoongi it's Miyeon. Choi Miyeon! Your first love remember?! I still remember back in high school you've been crushing on her for almost 4 years. Now look! You're going to marry her, honey. Your dreams finally come true."

"But (y/n).. I love you." He started to sob. His hands made their ways to cup my cheeks.

I wiped away the tears that rolled down his pale cheeks with my fingers and caress his face gently as I stared deeply into his eyes glistened with tears.

"I love you too.." I whispered.

He sniffed one last time, before pulling me to his chest and wrapped my whole petite body with his armsㅡ hugging me tightly as if this was the last time he was going to see me.

***

Little did I know..

Two years had passed..

Two freaking years

And that night really was the last time I saw him. Well not exactly the last time, I did see him on his wedding day with Miyeon though.

After our little "soap opera" by the pool that night, Yoongi finally agreed to marry Miyeon. He even said that he only agreed to do this just because I asked him to. And that he didn't want me to be sad anymore.

But he had no idea, how my heart shattered into pieces as soon as he was done with his vow and went to kiss the bride during his wedding day with Miyeon. I still remember when everyone stood up; applausing and cheering happily for the newlyweds while there was me, still sitting with tears flowing slowly down my cheeks.

After the whole ceremony, he left and went to look for me. As soon as he did, he ㅡwithout hesitatingㅡ went to hug me as tight as he could. The word "I'm so sorry honey" that he whispered to my ear still echoed in my dull mind uptill now.

Our meeting didn't last that long as he needed to rush back to the hotel room he had booked; to change for the reception on that night. He gave me one last kiss on the lips before he walked away from me.

As soon as he was gone from my sight, the tears started to escape from my eyes but I quickly wiped them awayㅡ worried if anyone saw me crying out of sudden.

And if you're wondering, no I didn't go to the ceremony that night. I just couldn't bring myself to see him anymore, together with Miyeon, his new wife. That evening I left and went straight to my parents' house in Ilsan.

I needed some time for myself to heal.
I just need it.

And now without me realizing, it's been two years since I last had some time with Yoongi.

I still live in our house however.. but alone.

Yoongi has been staying with Miyeon, of course. He only dropped by just to check on me if I need anything or to see if I'm fine or not. He made sure that he stayed with me only under at least 15 minutes or so, after that he left saying that he had tons of works at the office and other excuses.

He no longer slept together with me.

No late night talks.

No cuddling.

No picnics on every weekends and fancy dinners at fancy restaurants.

No arguments on buying unhealthy snacks everytime during grocery shoppings.

No Monday Movie Mania (he called that ) on Mondays.

No Min Yoongi..

I missed my husband.. I missed him so much.

It's been a while since he last dropped by to check on me. I felt like it was 3 months ago. And now that Miyeon was almost 9 months pregnant, he barely contacted me. Let alone came here to see me, right..? I believed he must be very excited to welcome his first child.

He's going to be a dad..

I couldn't tell how much I was happy for him. He finally got what he wanted a long time ago.

But, sadly I didn't get what I've always wanted though.

I want him.. only him.

Guess this what you got after you agreed to share your spouse with someone else, huh?

Oh God..

***

*cough* *cough*

"Argh.." I tried to clear my throat but regret it as soon as I sense the throbbing pain. I massaged my neck slowly, hoping that I could ease the pain away.

I was dead sick for a few days now. My body temperature was over 39°C and never decreased. My face was pale and my throat was in pain. And not to mention my head wouldn't stop aching. I did take some medicines I kept in the cabinet at the kitchen, but nothing seemed helpful to lessen my sickness.

I really wanted to go to see the doctor, but with my condition like this I knew very well that I couldn't drive on my own.

I did try to call Yoongi but none able to reach him. Maybe he got too busy with his new-born son.

Yepp.. Miyeon gave birth to a healthy baby boy 3 weeks ago. And Yoongi was beyond ecstatic. I guess his love towards Miyeon got doubled, as I noticed his concern towards her was beyond anything. Like she was the most precious thing in the whole world that needed to take care full with love and extra attention to pay.

I really meant nothing to him now, huh?

I felt the throbbing pain in my head again, but this time it got worst.

No.. I couldn't take this anymore.

I got off the couch that I was laying and went to grab the car keys on the countertop. I wobbled a bit while heading to the front door.

I immediately unlocked my car and went inside it. Placing the key into the ignition, I started the engine and made my way to the hospital.

***

YOONGI's POV

"Hello" I greeted as soon as I picked up the call.

"Hello, hyung!"

I took a look at the phone to see who was the callerㅡ the name Taehyung was displayed on the screen.

"Yes? What's up?"

"Hyung.. are you holding anything right now?" Taehyung asked out of sudden.

My brows drew together at his 'odd' question.

"Why?"

"Hyung just answer me! Are you holding anything right now?!" He asked again, may I addㅡ sternly.

"Y-yeah yeah. I'm holding the baby now. Can you please tell me why did you call me, Taehyung-ah?!" I rocked my arm that held my new-born son gently as I noticed he began to stir in his sleep.

"Hyung I need you to pass the baby to Miyeon now!" He urged.

Okay now he's starting to act weird.

"Kim Taehyung can you please just tell what-"

"Hyung just give Miyeon the baby please!!" He raised his voice a bit; and I could sense the impatient in his voice.

"Okay! Okay!" I gave my son to my wife who already held her hands out to reach for the baby and was looking at me weirdly "I'm done.. now tell me why did-"

"Hyung.."

There was a pause, but not before he continued

".. (y/n) got into an accident"

As soon as I registered those words into my brain, the phone I was holding slipped from my hand and fell on the hard cold floor.

***

I've never ever pictured myself running through the hospital hallway as soon as I stopped my car by the roadside; not bothering the thought of me getting the parking tickets or sued afterwardsㅡ I don't bloody care anymore. All I care right now was the woman who got herself into an accident that was probably lying on the hospital bed in the ICU room holding onto her dear life.

( Okay sorry for interrupting but let's take a minute to imagine Min Yoongi running like Jungkook did in Fake Love MV, but this time there's no falling floors ofc hahaha 😅 Okay you may proceed now ♡ )

After I gathered the information I needed about (y/n) from the nurse in charge at the registeration desk, I went straight to the said level and headed to the ICU room.

Only to find Taehyung sitting on one of the row of seats available thereㅡ looking down at his phone.

"Taehyung-ah!" I called out his name; making him looked up.

I rushed towards him as he stood up "Hyung.."

"Taehyung how's (y/n)?!" I asked him, eager to know about my wife's condition.

"I have no idea, hyung.. I'm sorry. I was on my way home from the convenience store then minutes later I heard a loud crash accross the street and I saw two cars were already smashed against each other. I rushed towards them and that's when I saw (y/n) when I attempted to offer some help. I pulled her out from her seat and immediately called an ambulance." Taehyung explained.

I let out a heavy sigh and ran my hands down my face; feeling the tears started to shed at the corner of my eyes.

"It's my fault... it's all my fault" I whispered as I plopped myself down in the chair.

"What's wrong hyung?" I heard Taehyung asked.

I was hesitant to tell him at first, but I did it anyway "I ignored her.. I f*cking had the guts to ignore my wife Taehyung-ah! What was I thinking!!"

This time I let the tears poured down my face as the regret starting to fill my heart.

"After I got married with Miyeon, I totally forgot about her. Now that I finally have a son.. I don't even think a single thing about her anymore. She'a like a nobody in my life. I denied her calls, I didn't reply any of her texts, I no longer dropped by to check if she was fine or not living alone in that huge house all by herself, and worst I had the balls to ignore the fact that she is still my wife.." I sobbed.

"And now she's in that room.." I pointed the ICU accross from where we were sitting and looked up to see Taehyung in his eyes "probably fighting for her dear life.. " I sniffed.

"Who knows if she's even going to make it or not. I swear to God, Taehyung if anything happens to (y/n) I promise you I won't ever forgive myself..ever!"

"Hyung.. don't say that.." Taehyung rubbed my back up and down gently, trying to calm me down.

I shook my head slowly "Honey.. please be okay.. please.."

***

"Does anyone here is a relative to.. miss (y/n)?"

I heard a voice spoke.

I lifted my face from my palms and looked up to see a man with glasses dressed in a white coat stood before me while his eyes glued to the blue clipboard he was holding.

I got up immediately as soon as I realized that he was probably the doctor who treated (y/n). I rubbed both my hands to the side of my pants after I noticed they were soaked with my tears.

"Yes! I'm.. I'm her husband. How's my wife doctor? Is (y/n) okay?" I asked eagerly.

"Ah.. sir. Your wife had a minor concussion on her head, but don't worry I'm sure she'll be fine in no time. Also, I think.. the reason why she got herself into an accident was probaby because of her migraine."

The doctor paused. "What? Migraine..?" I questioned.

"Yes sir. Mrs. Min's migraine had gotten worse as she had a fever. Also her temperature was very high sir. I'm guessing she didn't take any of her medicines?"

I guess not.. oh god. Look what happened when you didn't give a single damn about your own wife.

"I think so.." I barely whispered.

The doctor nodded in response. "Don't worry Mr. Min. I'll come back with some painkillers and paracetamol later once she woke up."

"C-can I see her?"

I had no idea why the hell I stuttered out of sudden. Maybe because I was scared to face the woman who I've abandoned long enough and now wanted to meet her as if nothing were happened; as if I wasn't the wrong one here.

"Yes. You may. " He shot me a small smile before leaving me there and headed to God knows where.

I quickly rubbed my face to clear any tears stain and wiped down my slightly sticky palms on my pants.

"If anything, I'll be out here hyung." Taehyung spoke from behind me. I almost forgot he was there too the whole time.

He gave me a warm smile and I only nodded in responseㅡ before letting out the breath that I didn't even know I was holding and went to enter the room where (y/n) was placed.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, my breath hitched as I looked to the body laid on the hospital bed before me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of machine attached to
(y/n) mimics her heart beat was the only sound that could be heard in the room.

I took a seat by her bedside. I stuck my hand beneath hers and rested my forehead on her head. My mind racing with worry.

"Honey... please wake up. Please.."

I whispered as I noticed a stray of tears managed to escape from my eyes.

I sobbed silently with my head still on her hand; apologizing and begging her to wake up.

"Y-yoongi-ssi.."

I went silent for a whole minute before gathering my guts to lift my head.. to look at (y/n) who was still struggling to open her eyes as she tried to adjust with the lights in the room.

Once she opened her pair of beautiful eyes, she moved her head slightly to the side to look at me.

"Yoongi-ah.." She whispered.

Whithout hesitating, I pushed the chair that I was sitting and stood to hug my wife. I sinked my face down at the crook of her neck and continue sobbing.

You have no idea of how much grateful I was to see her finally awake.

"(Y/n)-ah.. hey. I'm here. I'm here baby.. I'm here." I whispered and looked down at her sadly.

(Y/n) smiled weakly at me.

"Yoongi-ah.." She called again.

"Yes baby?" I grabbed a hold of her cold hand and kissed her knuckles.

"I miss you"

After those words escaped from her mouth, I couldn't contain the sadness in me anymore.

"(Y/n) I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.." I sobbed.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you. I'm sorry for not dropping by to check on you. You've gotten into an accident because of me. I didn't give a damn about you having a fever and have the pity in me to bring my own wife to the clinic. I'm a horrible husband (y/n)-ah! I'm a jerk! I'm so so sorry you have to deal with all of this. I'm so sorry please.. forgive me." I let everything out. I was just.. very disappointed in myself.

I've vowed to her back on our wedding day, to be with her through thick and thin. To take a good care of her. To love her. But look where we were now. Where were the promises I made. After I've got what I wanted, I left what I already had just like that.

I left (y/n).

I abandoned her.

My own wife..

"How's your son..?" She asked.

I looked at her pale face for a moment before answering "He's fine honey.."
I smiled sadly.

She lifted her hand and went to hold my cheek. Her hand felt cold against my skin.

"Yoongi-ah.. I-" she paused.

"What's wrong honey? Are you okay?"

She shut her eyes and slowly nodded.

She opened them and went to look straight into mine. I started to notice there were tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Yoongi-ah. I want you to know that.. I love you so much. You were my first love. I've been crushing on you since the first time I met you. Crazy isn't it?" She chuckled.

I smiled and nodded in response. "Really? I was your first love?"

"Yeah. The day we got married was the happiest day of my entire life. Imagine.. getting married to your first love. But I guess you already know how it feels.. after you're married to yours.. right?"

At the very moment, I know what she meant.

"(Y/n) please.. don't- don't bring Miyeon into this now." I closed my eyes after tears started to roll down my cheeks again.

"It's about you now (y/n)-ah. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay. Really. It's okay now. After all.. I'm going anyways. And knowing you're not alone now made everything easier for m-"

"What?" I interrupted. "Wh-what do you mean by you're going? (Y/n) please don't scare me like this please.." I began to panic.

"Yoongi-ah... I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you. I'm sorry if I wasn't the best wife.. for you. I'm sorry, I couldn't make you happy. I'm sorry.. please. Forgive me.."

Tears started to roll down her pale cheeks.

Please .. this is heartbreaking.

"(Y/n)-ah.. you-" I choked out a sob.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm the wrong one here.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby.. I'm so sorry."

"Yoongi-ah.." (Y/n) whispered.

I shook my head slightly before looked at her in the eyes. That beautiful pair of hazel brown eyes were one of the factors that made me fell in love with this woman.

"I love you.. always will and always have."

As soon she said those words, the hand that was caressing my cheek fell slowly to her side and her eyes were shut completely. The beautiful weak smile that was on her pale face started to fade.

The machine that attached to (y/n) beeped as a straight green line displayed accross the small screen, indicating that (y/n) is... gone.

She's gone..

My.. wife..

Gone...

"(Y/n)-ah.. honey please wake up! Don't do this to me please!"

I shook her unmoving body.

"Baby please! The doctor said you'll be fine in no time! Please!!! You're going to be fine! You're going.. to be fine. Please wake up.."

I rested my forehead on hers. Both my hands were holding her pale cheeks.

She's gone now.. my wife is gone.

I've lost her.

For real..

"(Y/n)-ah..."

***********

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