Pov Yoongi

My whole body felt heavy and my head hurt like shit. Was this hell? Maybe. I would definitely deserve to be here.

I slowly opened my eyes, but for that alone I already had to use all of the energy that was left in my body.

It was dark outside, but I could still tell that I was in a completely white room.

Weird.
I would have never thought that hell would have white interior. They always tell you it's black or red.

I looked around the room a little longer until my eyes landed on a little sleeping figure that had it's tiny fists tightly closed around my right hand.

It took me a little to process that the cute boy in the fluffy pyjamas was actually Jimin.

Wait a second! Jimin?!

This couldn't be hell then. There is no way on earth that this beautiful angel is ever going to end up there.

A small smile rugged at the corners of my lips.

Maybe there was still a reason to live for after all.

I startet to run my hand through his pink locks. Damn. His hair really was as soft as it looked.

My eyes were focused on his angelic face. He looked like a marble statue with the moonlight perfectly enlightening his flawless features.

I could have watched him like this for hours.

Once I fully registered what he was wearing I had to giggle. He looked so unbelievably cute.

Then he let out a groan.

Oh no. I must have woken him up.

His eyes slowly fluttered open. And what a beautiful pair of eyes that was.

„I'm sorry I woke you up, Jimin." I whispered softly, still caressing his head. A little part of me was hoping that that would make him fall asleep again as I was feeling anxious about the confrontation with Jimin. What if he came here just to tell me that it would have been better if I never would have opened my eyes ever again?

„It's ok hubby." He mumbled. His mind was clearly still crowded from the sleepiness.

My heart did a little jump at the nickname.
Maybe, just maybe he could forgive me after all.

His eyes slowly closed again and I had already thought that he fell back asleep when his head shot up all of the sudden.

„You're awake!" He screamed, but I couldn't tell if he was happy or disappointed about that fact.

Until he threw himself onto me and burried his head in the crook of my neck.
„Thank god, you're awake!" He sobbed into my shoulder. „I thought you were going to die. Y-You didn't move at all. Y-You were j-just laying there. So l-lifelessly, like a corpse."

„Hey, it's ok. I'm not going anywhere." I whispered into his ear and wrapped my arms around his delicate waist to pull him even closer into my body.

„W-Why? Why would you do s-such a thing?", he continued to sob out. „Do you know how worried I was?!"

I gently pushed him off of me so that he was sitting on my lap now, that way I could look him in the eyes.

„You were worried.......... because of me?" I asked incredulously.

He placed his hands on his hips and stared at me furiously. „Of course I was, you idiot!"

„B-But, I thought you h-hated me." I stuttered.

„I could never hate you, Min Yoongi. I was just a little angry. I would have unblocked you in a week at the latest. That's definitely no reason at all to try and take your life away. Do you know how sad I would have been then? Not only would my favorite idol be gone, but also the person that makes me the happiest in this world. So please promise me that you'll never do something stupid like that again."

I was stunned at this confession. He is such a pure soul. I really thought that he would hate me for the rest of his life.

I smiled at him.

„Thank you Jimin. I really don't deserve your forgiveness or your friendship."

„Don't ever say that again. You are such an amazing human being. You deserve the world if you ask me. And don't think you'll get away from me so easily again. You're stuck with me forever now, hubby." He said, smiling so brightly that his eyes nearly weren't visible anymore. Then he hugged me again and I swear I could have died from happiness right on the spot.

Having him in my arms was the most beautiful thing I have ever felt and I could feel my heart doing one backflip after the other.

Then out of nowhere one of the machines I was attached to was starting to go crazy.

That stupid heart monitor....

I hoped that Jimin didn't notice it but he already flinched away.

„Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I squeeze you to tightly? I didn't mean to hurt you..." He started to ramble.

Thank goodness he's such an adorable, oblivious little shit. This could have turned out really embarrassing...

„Everything is fine, Jimin, don't worry." I reassured him and started to stroke his hair again.

He leaned into my touch and sighed contentedly. It was such a cute image, his fluffy pink pyjamas perfectly matched with his pink locks.

My eyes then wandered down to his legs and how he sat on my lap, when his feet caught my attention. They were dirty and bruised everywhere. It looked like he ran here from his apartment without even putting his shoes on.

„Hey, Jiminie?"

„Mhm" He nearly purred out as a response, not opening his eyes. He seemed to really enjoy me stroking his head. Under different circumstances this would have made me really happy, but I was quite concerned about his bruised feet at the moment.

„Where are your shoes?"

I saw a blush creep onto his cheeks.
„I-I forgot them at home." He admitted embarrassed and looked down towards his hands.

He started to play with his fingers and I swear this was the cutest thing I've ever seen. But I needed to focus!

„Let's have a doctor check your feet, ok Jiminie? They're all bruised. They should get treated."

He only nodded his head as a response, still a little embarrassed.

„Come here." I said and opened my arms for him to crawl under the covers and back into my embrace. „We'll get them checked first thing in the morning, there's most probably no one around anymore."

He hummed and I could hear how tired he was.

Laying there with him on my chest, tiredness started to overwhelm me as well and I slowly drifted off to sleep.