Jimin listens to the ticking of the clock on the wall, the only noise in the room this early in the morning. He could watch TV, but all of the shows have gotten boring.

The sunlight streams in through the window, golden ribbons washing over him in the prettiest way. He wish he could feel their warmth.

It's a beautiful day outside, and yet Jimin is stuck here, sleeping in a hospital bed, wearing sweaters over the gowns to feel warmer, watching boring TV shows and listening to the clock's ticking sounds and crying and hurting, while sometimes being hooked up to machines that help him feel less of that pain or sometimes having his blood taken or sometimes listening to his mother cry at his bedside when she thinks he's fast asleep from the exhaustion.

It's sad. Jimin's sad. He's sad that things have to be like this, sad that he's causing his family to hurt every time he collapses or gets sick. He's sad for Yoongi, who must've had a reason to want to let go of this life so badly, so desperately.

Jimin's a bit envious that Yoongi even has a life he could throw away if and whenever he pleases.

Jimin lets his eyes flutter shut when he hears the door open, not wanting to be disturbed. Someone sits in the chair beside his bed, pulls the blanket up a little more over him.

"Thanks for being there for me when I woke up," Jimin hears, but the voice isn't his mother's or father's, or his brother's or friend's. It's Yoongi's. "It means more than you know."

Jimin's eyes open, looking up at Yoongi's pale face. He looks sad, like he's going to cry at any moment. Maybe a tear accidentally slips.

Jimin wants to cry too.

"Of course," he whispers, getting Yoongi's attention.

"I- I thought you were asleep," Yoongi mumbles, wiping at his eyes and cheeks, clearing his throat afterwards.

"I thought you were someone else," Jimin tells him, snuggling up further into the blankets.

"Oh, well... I need to get going." Yoongi quickly stands up, fixing his shirt. "I'm being discharged now, so I'm going home."

Before he could leave, Jimin reaches for his hand. "Hey," he says, pulling Yoongi a bit closer. He reaches for a pen on the nightstand and quickly writes down his number on Yoongi's arm. "In case you want to call me, if you need to talk at all about anything or nothing. You don't know me well, but I want to be there for you."

"Thanks," Yoongi murmurs, the corner of his mouth turning up just the littlest bit in a small smile.

Yoongi turns to leave then, reaching the door quicker than he expected. He stops before opening it, turning slightly.

"Why are you in the hospital anyways?" He asks.

Jimin frowns a little, but then smiles, so quickly that Yoongi doesn't even notice. "Nothing serious," Jimin lies, giving a little laugh of nervousness. "I just fainted at my friend's birthday party and his mom freaked out a little. Anemia, and all."

"Oh, I see," Yoongi nods, seeming to be relieved with that answer. "Well... I'll see you around. Bye, Jimin."

"Bye, Yoongi." Jimin waves a little as Yoongi leaves, letting out a sigh once the door is shut.

He shouldn't have lied, he knows, but he doesn't want to have Yoongi worrying about him like everyone else does, doesn't want Yoongi to look at him and see someone who's too sick to do anything, like his parents do.

He doesn't want to be treated differently.

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