Yoonmin: All I Need (pt. 32)
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here's a soft chapter to make up for the pain i have caused lmao // yoongi thinks jimin's injuries are his fault and feels guilty

Yoonmin: All I Need (pt. 32)


WARNING! THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES: -language -hospital scene -a cute yoonkook moment bc shut up -yoonmin being all soft and shizzle

part 32: always

Yoongi POV:

We've been in the waiting room for about an hour now.

When the rest of the guys got here, I told them what happened, shaking, with tears still streaming down my face.

I was still shaking, with Jin sitting beside me and trying to comfort me.

The rest of the guys were behind us, talking quietly, and I listened in.

"But who would do something like this?" Hoseok asks, fiddling with his fingers.

Taehyung looks up from rubbing Jungkook's back in comfort. The poor boy was almost more worried than me. "I bet it was his dad," he says quietly.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows slightly. "His dad? Why?"

Taehyung sighs. "Jimin told me his dad texted him threats when he found out that him and Yoongi hyung were dating."

Jungkook frowns, looking down at the ground. "Poor hyung." Tae pulls Jungkook towards him, hugging him tightly.

I start crying again as I take in what they said. "His dad texted him threats?" I croak out, causing the group to freeze and turn to look at me.

No one answers, but the looks on their faces were enough for me.

"Oh my god...this is all my fault."

Tae's eyes widen. "Hyung no!"

Before he can say anything else, a doctor walks up and interrupts us. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but is one of you Min Yoongi?"

I jump up out of my chair. "I am."

"It's about Park Jimin." I feel the whole group hold their breath collectively and I feel my breath catch in my throat.

"He's awake, and asking for you."Everyone lets out an audible relieved sigh, me included.

"C-can I see him?"

"Can we all?" Jungkook squeaks out, wiping at his puffy eyes.

The doctor checks his watch, it was past visiting hours.

"I can give you all 5 minutes, but only one of you can stay the night."

"Thank you," Jin says, placing a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

He leads us to the room and opens the door. "5 minutes," he reminds us before walking away.

Everyone flocks in the room, but I hold back slightly, going in last.

They all basically talk at the same time, mainly asking if he was alright, to which he responded the same thing every time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

While they talk to him, I continue to hang back, starting to feel anxious at the thought of me and Jimin being alone together.

A few minutes later, the doctor comes back. "Okay guys, time's up. Which one of you is staying?"

Everyone collectively points at me and starts to file out of the room.

I can see the worry in Jungkook's eyes so I stop him before he leaves. "I'll let you know if anything happens, okay?"

He nods and hesitates for a second before pulling me into a hug. "Is he gonna be alright hyung?"

I hug him back and ruffle his hair lightly. "Of course he will."

We pull away from each other and he smiles slightly before walking out the door and into Taehyung's arms.

They shut the door behind them and it suddenly hits me that me and Jimin are alone.

I slowly turn towards him, my eyes staying on the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"What's that look for?"

Just hearing his cracked voice is enough for me to start crying again. "I'm sorry," I whisper, not bothering to wipe my tears away as I look up at him.

"Wha-hyung come here."

I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself to try and stop myself from noticeably shaking.

"Hyung. Come here or I will come to you with all 3 of my broken ribs."

I wince and hesitantly walk over to him. He takes my hand, having me sit on the side of his bed.

I look at him and notice bandages poking out from beneath his hospital gown. "Oh god," I say, more tears surfacing. "I'm so sorry Minnie..."

"Hyung sorry for what?" He grabs my hand with both of his as I try to pull it away.

"This is all my fault," I lay my head on the bed and cry into the sheets.

"Hyung this isn't anyone's fault but my dads. You didn't do anything." I feel him run his fingers through my hair, attempting to comfort me, but it makes me feel guilty, as if I don't deserve it.

"Maybe we should break up..." I say quietly.

I feel his fingers stop moving. "What?" he asks, voice strained.

I look up at him, still blinking back tears. "Ever since we started dating bad things have happened to you." I look back down at my hands. "I don't want you to get hurt anymore."

He moves to take my hand in his again. "Hyung. You leaving me would hurt the most."

"B-but," he rolls his eyes and leans forwards, softly pressing his lips to mine. He cups my cheek and pulls away, looking at me with the softest gaze in his eyes.

"I love you. And if the world is punishing me for that then so be it." He gently lays his forehead on mine. "I'm not letting you go Yoongi."

I close my eyes and feel another tear slide down my cheek. "Jimin..."

He kisses my forehead. "It's okay baby, I know." He pulls me into his chest and I wrap my arms around him. "Come here love."

I climb into the bed with him and go to grab his hand when I notice that it's wrapped in a cast. I gently take it and examine it. "What all did he do to you?"

He shakes his head and lays it on my chest. "It doesn't matter."


He sighs and cuddles closer to me as I gently wrap my arms around him. "3 broken ribs, broken wrist, and a bruised collarbone."

I tighten my arms around him, being careful not to hurt him. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Hey," he pulls back slightly so he can look at me. "We're okay. That's what matters."

I run my hand through his hair. "You're really okay?"

He nods, trailing his fingers down my cheek. "I'm okay."

We lean in and share another kiss.

"I love you," I mumble against his lips. "I'm sorry I'm cursed or something."

He giggles and kisses me again. "Maybe it's your lettuce hair," he whispers.

"Oh you little-"

He laughs, trying to move away from me, but I stop him and pull him back to my chest.

"What am I gonna do with you?" I ask, shaking my head.

"Love me." He grins.

I smile and pull him closer to me. "Always."

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