“I’m scared.” I heard what sounded like Jimin’s voice cry, from behind a bush. “I don’t want to die.” I slowly walked around the bush, and Jimin looked up at me with big, round, teary eyes.
“There you are Jimin-ah.” I whispered, sitting down next to him. “Why are you crying?” I wiped away his tears, with my sleeve, as they fell.
“I-I’m gonna die,”he cried, breaking down again. “I have cancer…” I felt a pain in my stomach, when he said that, tears coming to my own eyes for some reason. “I don’t want to die Yoongi.
” He sniffled, as I pulled him into me, hugging him tightly. And I don’t want to lose you Jiminie. I thought to myself, too shocked to say anything.
“Jimin! Time to come back inside!” I looked up, when Jimin’s name was called, and looked at him.
“That’s my nurse,” he said sadly. “I should go.” I helped him get up, and helped him walk towards the building.
I was getting ready to go to my grandpa’s room, once we got inside, but Jimin’s small hands gripped onto my arm tightly. I looked back at him, and cursed under my breath. He looked terrible.
So pale, and skinny, it hurt so bad to see him like this. Why do I feel this way? I thought to myself.
“Y-Yoongi? Can you s-stay with me? He whispered weakly, and I nodded, which made him smile softly.