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It all started with a bunch of bruises on his torso. Later, he was diagnosed with leukemia and had been treated with those useless therapies. It would've been cruel to call those efforts of curing him useless, but now he had to wear a wool hat over his head to keep his hair intact, and that pissed him off. Now, he stood in front of his new room, the voice of his doctor saying "Permanent Resident" repeating in his head. Oh, great...
"Honey, we'll be going. You know your Father is really busy with all these med-"
"Mum, I know." Yoongi sighed and hugged his mother, then giving his younger brother one too. "Take care..."
His younger brother nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, letting the too long sleeves dangle down. "You too"
They went back home, just like that, keeping the small boy fidgeting in front of the room's door, wondering if he should just barge in like a boss. Then again, his knees were already starting to feel weak, so he ended up knocking twice before entering and unpacking instantly, hoping it wasn't him who would have to start the conversation. Instead, he heard nothing but the steady beat of heart monitors and proceeded to unpack until his knees couldn't stand the burden of his body...and fell on the hospital bed.
"Who're you?" a sleepy voice mumbled, jolting the pale boy into a sitting position. He turned to see a lanky boy with orange hair and a long voice staring at him through bleary eyes. He was at the end of the room, a bed with another sleeping figure facing away from him separating them.
"Yoongi...Min Yoongi" he replied, blinking at the boy, a habit of his when he became nervous. He rarely talked to anyone, and sharing a room with strangers was not a good idea, in his opinion. "I'm new here..."
The boy stretched a little before flashing him a wide smile, displaying his neat set of teeth. "I'm Hoseok, a Narcolepsy patient. You know what that is?"
Yoongi shook his head, flustered at the sudden conversation. Though, he admitted that it felt good and made him feel lighter. Way more lighter than before.
"It's a sleeping problem. I could suddenly fall asleep at anytime, without any self control." Hoseok proceeded by lifting his arm to show an array of bruises. "See?"
Yoongi nodded, then let his gaze fall upon the sleeping figure on the bed.
"Who's he?" Yoongi asked, not knowing why he felt so curious at that moment. He noticed the way Hoseok's features softened as his gaze slid onto the boy.
"Jimin. He has a heart that loves too much, until it can't catch up. Listen to the beeping"
Yoongi kept silent to focus on the beeping that represented the beating of Jimin's heart.
"It's fast." he commented. "For someone who's asleep"
Hoseok nodded and placed a hand on his chest. "It's here. Terminal Heart Cancer...at such a young age."
Yoongi nodded in understanding. Whoever the boy was, he was a shining ball of sunshine for all Yoongi knew. Perhaps that was why he felt so attracted to him, the way good attracts bad. Yoongi let out a heavy sigh and lay down, his legs bent beneath him. He was going to die in those sterile walls he now had to call home. It wasn't home. It was a cage for the ones who couldn't be saved.
"Come to think of it, Yoongi, what do you have to get you stuck here with us?"
Yoongi turned over and smiled. "Leukemia, stage 3"
Hoseok pouted, then nodded. "Like Jungkook, then"
"Jung...Who?"
"Nevermind. You should smile more, Yoongi. You look way better that way."
"Oh...thanks."
"And welcome to the family"
"...mmm"
Then, he was asleep, his pale skin matching the white sheets that covered his shivering body. He didn't even notice when nurses came in to hook him up to an IV and a heart monitor. He also didn't notice when they supported someone who was sitting up in his bed, gasping and heaving from pain as nurses massaged his back, gently giving out comforting words.
Yooni woke up to find pair of brown eyes staring at him. He sat up with a jolt, instantly regretting it when a wave of nausea hit him, causing him to let out a deep groan.
"S-sorry, didn't mean to startle you." a young voice with a Busan Saatori warbled, sounding panicked. Yoongi raised a hand to show that he was fine before regaining his composure. The owner of those brown eyes was a boy younger than him, with a round face and pale,sweaty skin. His brown hair was matted on his head, forming what looked like a coconut hairstyle around his head.
"Are you Jimin?" Yoongi asked, his voice deep from the sudden wake-up. "The one Hoseok's been talking about."
"Yes!" Jimin smiled, his eyes brightening like a lamp turned on. "You must be Yoongi-hyung, our new roommate. Welcome to the family!"
Yoongi groaned and shook off the remaining drowsiness before replying. "What's with all this family thing?"
"You'll see" and Jimin giggled, which Yoongi decided was something he liked to hear.