"Yoongi!"
I shoutes as I used my wheelchair to get closer to him.

"Jagi! I brought your favorite food!"
He said enthusiastically to me.

Min Yoongi, he's such a loving, precious, hardworking man. And I knew that I wouldn't find anyone the same as him.

He prepared the dinner on the kitchen and went back to the living room to help me get to the kitchen.

He supported me to sit on one of the chairs and not to just sit on a wheelchair.

"How was your day?"
I asked him.

He munched on his food for a bit before replying.
"It's really tiring. The others were bothering while I was composing and they kept waking me up when I was napping."
He said as he sighed for a bit.

I chuckled as I ate the food that he had brought home.

"How's the food?"
Yoongi asked me.

"It's really great!"

"I'm glad that you liked it. I worked hard on it y'know? I mean I'm not the greatest chef but I thought that I'll atleast try to cook you something"
He said to me as he grinned widely.

"You know, I'll wait for the day when you'll cook for me too.."
He continued as he munched on the food.

I smiled at him bitterly. Knowing that this condition of mine shortens my lifespan.

Silence grew as we both have finished the food that Yoongi brought.

"Jagi, have you taken you medication yet?"
He asked me. I shook my head to say no.

He went to go get the medicines that rests on the cupboard and helped me to take it.

"Here's a cup of water."
He said as he gave me the glass.

Pain shot through my heart and I immediately clutched it.

"H-hey! Are you okay?"
Yoongi asked me worriedly.

I nodded my head and made an ok sign.

"You'll get ok soon Jagi"
He said before kissing my on the forehead.

He looked at me and he smiled. I returned the smile that he sent me.