Best Of Me [YoonMin]

16: Dinner

(Yoongi POV)

I never left Jimin's side since he was able to go back to his own room. Just like he used to do, I would bring him all his meals until he was strong enough to do it himself. When he was, we would walk to the cafeteria and eat together.

I was able to tell him about my family. I even told him about the company, and how wealthy my family was. His reaction? None. He still looked at me with cute, puppy dog eyes. My social status seemed to change nothing between us. And for that, I was eternally grateful.

A few days later, after all my initial screenings were done,  I was sent to start my cancer treatment.  And of course, I brought Jimin with me.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asked. We were walking to the clinical area on the opposite side from where our rooms were.

"Yeah. I'm just nervous. Really nervous.." I sighed.

Jimin slid his small hand into mine, squeezing it. He then clung onto my whole arm, giggling cutely as he smiled his crescent eye smile.

" Don't be nervous. I'll be with you the whole time."

I couldn't help but smile as well. Jimin's presence and positivity put me at ease.

The treatment room was completely bare, except for bed with a small table next to it. Radiation and biohazard signs were plastered everywhere.  The nurses were dressed head to toe in protective clothing, and they made Jimin wear it, too. He wasn't allowed in the room, but he was standing at the window, where he would wave at me constantly.

The treatment I was given was expiremental, like Jimin's. It was developed by researchers here at the hospital. I had to sign many consent forms before we got started.

I was given a series of vaccines in my upper arms, stomach and thighs. The initial poke of the needle wasn't painful. But once the liquid was injected, I forgot how to breathe.

It burned, like fire was spreading through my muscles. I winced, squeezing my eyes shut as the rest of the vaccines were applied. By the time they were done, I was in too much pain to sit up.  However, the nurse made me take a series of pills. I knew Jimin was watching, and even though I was in pain, I refused to let him see me that way.

The nurse checked my vitals one more time before she said I was free to go.

I stood cautiously, afraid of my own two feet. My knees felt like jelly, but still I managed to walk out the door and smile at Jimin.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his eyes.

"Of course."

"Did it hurt?"

"...nope" I lied. In reality, it hurt a lot.

We walked together to the air shower, where we were blasted with cool, disinfectant air before we were allowed to exit the area.

"Hey,  Jimin..." I broke the silence as we walked back to our rooms.  "I was thinking... would you like to go out to dinner?"

Jimin stopped walking, his eyes seemed to become sad as he looked at me.

"Is that a joke?" He spoke through a pout,  which made him look adorable.  I couldn't help but smile.

"Not at all. I want to make it up to you,  and I think I've put it off long enough."

He didn't say anything, he just stood there pouting and looking down at the floor. 

"Hey.." I lifted his chin softly, until I could meet his eyes. "I'm serious.  I promise, this time it's just us..." my words drifted off  as I realized what I was doing.  My fingers were holding up his chin. His skin was so soft, and his lips looked very pink today...

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I quickly looked away, dropping my hand. I was once again shocked by my own actions, they had seemed so natural

"Aren't you in too much pain to go? We can wait--" Jimin said quietly, I interrupted.

"I'm not in any pain at all." Liar. "Let's go?"

Jimin agreed not long afterwards. He was able to convince Dr. Kim to let him go with his cute pouting. Jimin and I hung out together in his room until dinner time came around.  Then, he shoved me out of his room so he could change his clothes.

We walked together to the parking garage, our hands occasionally brushing together. Without much thought, I gripped his hand, our fingers lacing together perfectly. We walked that way, hand in hand, to my car. For some reason, this seemed completely natural for the both of us. And weirdly enough, I wasn't blushing either.

I drove us to one of my favorite restaurants,  which was rather upscale. However, I wanted privacy, and this place happened to have private rooms. I decided to use my social status to get Jimin and I one of those.

"Yoongi, are you sure this is the right place? This doesn't look like a restaurant..." Jimin's pout was back I parked in front of the building. As he got out of the car, he stared up at the building in awe.

"Just trust me, yeah?" I smiled, tugging at the corner of his sweater. He looked especially handsome tonight. His messanger bag sat snuggly at his hip, and his glasses sat cutely on the bridge of his nose. The black turtle neck he wore contrasted nicely with his blond hair and rosy lips. He really was handsome...

As soon as I mentioned my name, the restaurant's hostess lead us to a private dining room. Jimin seemed uncertain, his eyes were like those of a frightened deer. Once the hostess left us alone and closed the door to the room, I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly. He looked like he was about to cry...

"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Do you not like the restaurant?" I released Jimin and pulled a chair out for him to sit.

"No...it's just...I don't belong here. This place is so fancy..." Jimin sat down, removing his glasses to rub his eyes. "I don't have enough money to cover a meal..."

"Jimin, " I pulled my chair closer to him and sat down so I was in front of him, my knees against his. " Please don't feel that way. Don't worry about the money.  It's on me. Seriously, what's the point of the money if I have nothing to spend it on?"

Jimin looked at me quietly, his eyebrows pushed together as if he were in deep thought. I smiled, using my hand to wipe away one of the tears that had managed to slip from his eye. His eyes met mine.

" Besides, if you really don't like this type of place, we can go somewhere else, there's a really good barbeque place just down the street--"

I was interrupted.

By his lips.

On my own.

They were soft, gentle, shy, and warm.

I didn't move away.
Why should I? No, why would I?

Should I..?

What the fuck was happening to me?