Min Yoon-Gi

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Note: The illness being described in the story is not real, not that I know of. I didn't do any research

(Please play music in the media throughout the one shot to get a deeper feeling, if you wish that is)

Italics - is your thoughts or you doing sign language

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(y/n) - your name

(h/l) - hair length

(h/c) - hair colour

(e/c) - eye colour

Living life on a regular basis is difficult by itself, but it becomes more difficult when you look after yourself with an incurable illness. Especially with all the medication and the constant checkups. Being born with weak lungs and undeveloped voice box is hard. You can't put yourself in risky situations that cause your heartbeat to rise or the fact that you can't talk so much that you end up in a coughing fit. It's hard, but you learn to overcome this and be happy with the way things are. And you're ok. A bright smiling girl, with (h/l) (h/c) hair, happy (e/c) eyes and a kind heart. A hard worker like yourself earned the respect of those around you, even being an early graduate from college at the age of 22 challenging with something all your life.

You have worked with a music production, earning your love of music. Though you could not sing, you could play any instrument just from listening, your senses more heightened allowed you this gift. Your favourite instrument was the grand piano. Your favourite song, I Need You by BTS or Bangtan Sonyeondan. Your heart could understand any emotion emanating from any instrument, feel the hard work and the effort. The raw talent and emotion that was held within the melody and the harmony of any piece of music. You understood better than any musician themselves, and you were applauded for that.

BTS was the group that had helped you find your love of music. Being hospitalized for more than half your life, you had nothing better to do. But once catching a tune of this band and you were eager to learn an instrument. Eager to try and replicate the raw emotion that these songs held. BTS was your role model and your saviour. If you had never heard of them, you wouldn't be as successful as you are now in life. And you were grateful to them, being a hidden ARMY and supporting them along the way. You were thankful for the life they had given you. Only if there was a way for them to know this. Especially Min Yoongi.

Your heart first leapt when you heard him sing, when you head him rap, when you saw him dance. You could see and feel his love of music and his hard work. And that's what you fell in love with him about. His dedication, the hard work, the time he puts into his songs and the emotion. The first song you ever learned was I Need You on the Grand Piano, falling in love with the melody and the harmony. The song was so strong and heartfelt, this song being your escape from reality when times got tough. And at times, it did get tougher than you expected them to be.

You were running some errands for your manager, swiftly moving down the tight corridor and slipping past people. The important documents in hand and your new recorded song in your pocket. People greet you and you smile back, waving timidly as your mind was set to deliver the papers. Arriving at your boss's door, you knock twice before entering. Carefully placing the documents on the table, you were about to head out before you heard your name get called.

"Thank you (y/n). You have been amazing. Is everything up to date?" You nod, your hands moving to depict your words as you sign language him that the presentations for the next month were completed along with the paperwork and the contracts. Your boss smiles brightly at you, pure worry in his eyes as he notices your chest heaving more noticeably. "Are you taking breaks."

"Maybe, maybe not."

You grimace as your boss sighs. He walks up to you and checks your heartbeat, placing two fingers on your wrist.

"(y/n) please take the week off. I don't want anything happening to you ok. You are like a daughter to me so please don't push yourself too much." you nod at your boss smiling bright, thanking him by hugging him. He laughs in surprise and pats your head. "Don't worry about anything, for now, take the next week off and please get some rest." you nod once again before walking out, a hand to your heart. You grimace at the pain in your chest, trying to calm your breathing. Your alarm suddenly goes off to remind you to take your medication. Groaning inwardly, you head to your office to get your medication, the pain still not leaving, normally it would be gone by now.

"Hey (y/n)!" you jump lightly hearing your best friend Eunha call after you. She grins at you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. "How are ya? Got the work done?" you nod again.

"Whole of next month completed."

"Damn girl. You work so hard. And now you get all this free time." Eunha mumbles while pouting as you smile at her.

"Maybe you should get the work done first then have all the time to party."

"You're right! I should do that!" you nod as Eunha walks with you. Suddenly, the room starts to get dizzy and feel as if gravity was crushing you. Whats going on? You stumble over your own feet, Eunha catching you. "(y/n)! Oh no. Not again." she catches you as your chest starts to burn. Eunha lays you on the floor and calls for an ambulance. Hot tears spring out from the pain, you taking shallow breaths as your lungs can't take in any more. No, not again. You try to stay awake, afraid of closing your eyes. Eunha suddenly presses something called to your lips and you realise it's your inhaler. You try to breathe in but your lungs seem to stop, darkness consuming you.

A faint noise in the background stirs you awake, getting louder as you regain consciousness. The constant beeping was giving you a headache and you squint open your eyes. You recognise the smell of sterilized tools and the clean white walls, instantly knowing you were in the hospital. This is the 4th time this happened. And it's not getting better. You groan as you sit up, a hand pushing you back to lay on the bed. You turn to see your parents in the room and you cock your eyebrows in confusion.

"Don't move too much sweety, your body might be a little sore." You nod your head as you mother kisses your forehead.

"What's going? What happened and why are you both here?"

You father sighs and shakes his head. "All will be explained once a doctor comes to see you." you nod and a doctor enters not long after, a grim look on his face. This isn't going to end well.

"You must be (y/f/n)." you nod and he continues. "Have you been having series of attacks lately?" you slowly nod, extremely worried. "Your condition is not getting better. The old medication we have been giving you does not seem to cooperate with your lungs as they have become used to them." you narrow your eyes at the doctor.

"What do you mean!?"

"There is no other solution, even having an operation will not help. We have some new medication specifically for your illness but we do not know if this new medication we will be giving you will help cure your illness or make it worse. Your lungs have gotten weaker, much weaker that you need to carry an oxygen mask with you at all times. This new medication is a risk but it might help you prolong the few years you have left."

"How can you suggest such a thing that might make her worse!?" your mother exclaims, tears falling down her cheeks at the news. Your father holds her down gently, letting the doctor finish.

"It is completely your choice to take this risk (y/n)." your mind reels at the options handed to you. None was a certain win-win. You had struggled so much in life, been so strong. You didn't know what to do. You looked over at your parents unsure and scared. Both options lead to the end of your short life, but the medication might make it longer. Mind still reeling and unsure, you gave your answer.

"I'll take the medication."

The doctor nods and walks away, your parents leaving you so you could have some rest. Did I do the right thing? Shortly after, people from work had piled in to greet you well. Eunha was the one jumping out the most, for some apparent reason. Everyone had left and Eunha was left, still grinning like an idiot as she squealed.

"(y/n!)"

"Omg! What is it woman!?"

"Since we might not know how long you might have," you raise your brows at this and grin, shaking your head.

"You're so straightforward."

"Haha, yeah. Anywayyyyyy, since I know how much you love BTS, being the amazing person to lead you down this kpop path,"

"Spit it out already!"

"I GOT YOU TICKETS TO GO TO SEOUL AND TO SEE THEM IN A FAN MEETING!" Eunha continues jumping up and down, grinning like a maniac whereas your eyes were wide open, tears brimming. You smile so big that your cheeks hurt and you stretch your arms out to hug your best friend. She throws herself into your arms and the tears finally flow. She pulls back, tears streaming down. You wipe them away, wiping your own as well. You smile at your best friend that you called your sister.

Your heartbeat was beating faster. You try to calm down the feeling as the plane landed, you sitting next to the window as this was happening. A constant grin was on your face and you couldn't stop the giddiness. You were so happy to see BTS, your role models that lead you to your career path. After the long exhausting hours at the hospital, with the vital check ups and procedures, you were finally let out along with the new medication along with the small oxygen mask and tank you carried in your backpack. You felt more tired after the ordeal but energetic to be able to come to Seoul to visit your favourite band. You couldn't stop thanking Eunha when you realized that she wasn't coming. She had used up her work investment to buy you these tickets and you were upset she wasn't coming to support you. But you were grateful to have such an amazing person like her. You didn't know how to speak Korean, not seeing any purpose as you couldn't talk in the first place. Shaking your head, you took your belongings and descended down the stairs. A friend of your mothers worked in Seoul and was helping you adjust, letting you stay in her big house for the time being. With your belongings in hand, you walked around until you heard your name being called. Following the sound, you found your mother's friend, Aunt G.

"Hello sweetie. How was the flight? Was everything ok?" she asks in English as she carries your bag. You were about to stop her when she smiles at you. "Don't worry about it. I may look like a frail old lady, but I'm stronger than you think." she winks at you as you grin. You explain how everything was amazing and steady and that nothing wrong had happened. She leads you to the car, putting your belongings in the back seat as you sat in the front, your backpack in hand. You gingerly hold the pack, feeling the letters that were inside that you were going to give to each BTS member at the meeting. The car ride was pleasant, the silence comforting your wild heart. Today, you wanted to go out and explore, leaving tomorrow to be ready for the fan meet that was at noon. The car stops at a massive white house with lush green lawns and small bushes of flowers. You stare out in awe, never seen such a large house, seeing as you lived alone in a medium-sized apartment with balconies. Getting out of the car, you head to the door and open it. A waft of perfume and a crisp smell flowed towards you from the house, the inside seemingly larger than the outside.

"Woah."

"Your bedroom is upstairs sweetie. Let me take you there." you follow Aunt G to a mahogany door to reveal a rather large bedroom. The bed was queen sized and in the middle of the room with an ensuite, balcony and a walk-in closet.

"This is too much!"

Aunt G just laughs and smiles gently.

"Don't worry about it. I am taking care of you, so you get the biggest room out of the whole house." walking to the bed, you drape your hand over the silk as Aunt G placed your luggage down. "I'm going to make lunch for us, why don't you take a walk outside, but don't go too far. I don't want you getting lost." You nod half mindedly, your thoughts going over to meet Min Yoongi. Blushing, you shake your head and put away all your clothes. The sun was still out, so you decided to take a walk. Taking your backpack with you, you headed out. The sky was clear blue, the breeze cooling you from the sun's rays. You smile, taking in the new scenery. Some people wave at you and you wave back, being friendly. The wind picks up slightly, your hair waving behind you. Walking for a little while longer, you end up at a small cafe, music flowing through the open windows. You smile, listening to the music, understanding the sadness that was held in the melody. Entering the cafe, you see a grand piano sitting in the middle of the room with the tables filled with people around it. You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn to see a waiter. Quite handsome in fact. Soft brown hair with blue eyes smiles down at you.

"Would you like a table?" the man asks in Korean and you panic, not understanding him. You sign language him, saying that you can't understand. Thankfully, he knew sign language and was shocked, nonetheless, smiling brightly and speaking English.

"I'm sorry. I have never met someone who was mute." you nod and smile at him as he leads you to a table. You shake your head though, the waiter cocking his head to the side.

"Can I play the piano?"

Dumbfounded, the waiter nods and ask the pianist to take a break. you nod at the pianist as he grins down at you.

"Milady."

"Thank you"

Sitting down on the seat, you take your pack and place it next to you. The customers all wonder why you were sitting there but all awe as you fingers flew across the keys. You sway softly along with the music, your body flowing with the melody. The cafe was quiet, no one moved as you played, the grand piano played such music that no one knew could be played. Your heart calms down, the music releasing the stress from the past few days. You continued to play I Need You, people even outside stopping to listen.

What you didn't know was that a certain someone had heard the music from miles away, running to see what the source was. He was moved by the emotion that was emanating from the melody, even though knowing the original meaning of the song, knowing the harmony and melody anywhere. His heart beat faster as the chorus was played, pure sadness and helplessness hung in the air with the music, like a silent cry for help. He wanted to know how someone could play way better than him, to be able to release such emotions like this. He needed to know. Coming in front of the small cafe, he stopped short, seeing a girl playing the grand piano. He watched as you moved swiftly and effortlessly, your heart being played out for all to see. Surprisingly, tears sprang in his eyes, absolute happiness that someone was able to understand what he was feeling. He watched as your (h/l) (h/c) hair flowed around your face, a calm face adorned by lush lips. He couldn't stop staring or tear his eyes away from you even though his fans constantly tried to talk to him. He was hypnotised, mesmerised at how you strung his music along to make your own with the emotions in your heart. Min Yoongi was captivated by you.

The music sadly had flowed to a quiet end, no sound heard whatsoever until an uproar of applause broke through the area. Yoongi watched as you blushed and bowed continuously. Everyone cheered, asking for an encore. He was shocked when he saw you move your hands, your mouth closed but you still spoke words. Yoongi watched as you picked up your bag and started to walk out of the cafe. He was crowded by his fans and didn't get a chance to see you again. He tried to get through the crowd as he saw your figure walking away but couldn't, your own crowd of fans blocking the way. His heart didn't stop beating so fast, watching as you disappeared from his sight. Yoongi wanted to see you again. Wanted you to play his song again. He hoped he would see you at the fan meeting as he walked away from the cafe, walking all the way to his home as he continued to think about you. The music still in his mind, not letting him sleep that night.