Minji's POV:

"Are you still mad at me?" Yoongi asks from the other side of the curtain.

I let out a long sigh, wiping away the tears still stuck to my cheeks. Nothing makes sense anymore. I just want to remember the details for myself, but I can't.

"No," I sniffle, "It's not your fault this happened to me,"

"Do you want to get lunch with me?" He seems careful about the way he says his words.

To be honest, I don't want to leave this hospital room. If I could I would go home but I can't, and I don't want to set foot in the halls of a place where people are dying.

"Can't we eat in here?" I follow up his question.

"Come on, I need to see something else other than those stupid fish staring at us," he replies. I can tell that he's pointing to the fish tank at the opposite end of the room which makes me laugh.

"Fine," I agree.

I slowly get out of my bed, luckily not attached to anything at the moment. The curtain is pushed aside allowing me to be met with Yoongi's face.

I'm surprised to find that I really haven't been able to get a close look at him. If he wasn't so small I'd probably be terrified of his intimidating looks. Even though he's taller than me he is still quite tiny.

He motions with his hand for me to follow. His feet probably make it four steps before he erupts into a coughing fit.

"Yoongi-Ssi, maybe you should stay in bed," I suggest worriedly, "I can get us some food,"

"Aish," he mutters angrily. He reluctantly reaches for the wheelchair at the end of his bed and sits in it.

"Seriously. I have to push you," I glare at him.

"Why? Did your arms float away when you jumped off the bridge?" His eyebrows raise which causes me to frown.

"Ooo... sorry. Was that too soon?" He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Just a little bit," I say, even though I'm unable to help the small smile that makes it way to my face. I help him attach his breathing tubes to the back of his wheelchair, honestly I have no idea what they are called.

Which floor is it on?" I ask once we make it to the elevator.

"First floor," He replies, our fingers touching when we both press the button.

I awkwardly take my hand away, the elevator filling with silence.

"How old are you?" I ask cautiously, still not knowing exactly how to address him.

"Let's just not tell each other our ages. Honorifics are much too burdensome," he mutters the last part under his breath.

I smirk a little bit, "so you don't mind if I call you "Yoongi-ah," and say "yah" to you?"

"I didn't say to talk comfortably with me," he turns around, glaring at me.

"Sorry," I clear my throat, "Yoongi-ah,"

"Aish. Seriously. If I wasn't in this stupid chair I'd make you regret talking like that to me," He seems to be half joking but for some reason I don't feel the need to be scared of him.

"You can call me Minji. I don't care about that stuff either," I sigh as I push him off the elevator.

He directs me around the halls until we finally reach the cafeteria. I can tell he's been here before since he knows his way around, but the reason for why that is is unknown.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see a few other female patients gasping. Hands over their mouths and all as if they've encountered a celebrity.

"What are they doing?" I lean down to whisper to Yoongi.

"Ignore it," he mumbles.

I shutter my shoulders, choosing a table for us to sit at. As soon as I do so, the girls start to make their way towards us. Yoongi suddenly gets out of his chair and removes his breathing aids.

"Follow me, quick," he says.

I furrow my eyebrows, unsure of everything that's been happening around me. First of all, the reason why I'm here in the first place is still foggy. Second of all, Yoongi is appearing to be much more mysterious than I already thought.

"Are you famous or something?" I ask him out of pure curiosity.

He coughs a little, "not particularly. Don't be mistaken, they are just shocked by my handsome looks,"

I laugh, nudging him the tiniest bit. He looks down at me, smiling a little as well. We each grab the same food, mostly because I'm too scared to venture off on my own into unchartered territory. Also just because I like everything he picked.

As we sit at our table I study our surroundings. Most patients are sitting with a bunch other patients. Either that or family.

"Yoongi, if you didn't have me, who would you be sitting with?" I ask with the intentions of potentially finding new friends.

"No one. I usually sit alone," he answers plainly.

"Oh. You must not know anyone because you just got here," I nod my head, "or I guess everyone is here temporarily anyways,"

"No. I just sit alone," he looks at me for a split second.

"How long have you been here," I tilt my head to the side.

"Since yesterday," he answers.

I look at him, puzzled.

"I've been here a dozen of times before. It's not exactly the place to make friends," he explains further.

"What about your family?"

"I'm from daegu. They're too far away most of the time,"

"Well... Namjoon-ssi?" I say, remembering his friend from this morning.

"I can't eat with him here. It would cause a scene," he sighs.

"Why? Because you're both too handsome," I laugh sarcastically.

"Exactly,"

I roll my eyes, finally touching my food. Surprisingly the taste isn't completely inedible. Usually cafeteria food makes me want to puke as soon as air taste it.

"Are you gonna ask why I'm sitting with you?" He looks up at me.

"Did you want me to?" I chuckle slightly.

"I'm just curious about you. That's all," he shrugs.

"Wah. I'm flattered," I purse my lips.

"You should be. It's not often that I find myself interested in another human being," he nods to himself.

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