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Sightless :: 6

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2, 787

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 (of 13)

“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.

Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays. Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.

But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”

A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.

JIMIN

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke up.

“About what?”

“That you had to see me like that.”

He heard Yoongi set the book down on his chest, glancing up at Jimin, his head resting comfortably on his lap. “Jimin, you shouldn’t have to apologize for something you have no control over. There are people out there in far worse condition than you over something else. You’ll be able to go outside on a Saturday one day. It won’t be quick and easy, but it’s not impossible.”

Jimin smiled at his words, his eyes turning into crescents. He ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and his eyebrows slightly furrowed together, his lips turning into a pout.

“Yoongi, your hair is really dry today.”

“I know.” He picked up the book and continued reading.

“It feels like you dyed it.”

“Yeah.”

“What did you do to it? You didn’t actually listen to my advice and go dye it mint, did you?” Jimin joked.

He didn’t reply.

Jimin’s eyes widened as he covered his mouth, struggling to hold in his muffled laughter. He felt the dry hair, confirming that it was quite true. “You actually dyed your hair mint? I was just joking!” He took a deep breath, failing to suppress his laugh. “I was actually joking when I made the suggestion!” Tears of laughter pooled in his eyes, struggling to catch his breath.

Yoongi lifted his head from his lap and scooted onto other side of the couch, creating a large space between the two. “Yoongi-no, come back.” He said in between his giggles, feeling around the couch until he came in contact with the loose sleeve of Yoongi’s sweater, tugging on it. “You look great with mint hair, Yoongi, don’t worry about it.”

“How would you know?” Jimin heard a sarcastic scoff. “You’re blind.”

“I’m always right Mint Yoongi, I mean-Min Yoongi.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough of your sass for one day, Park Jimin.” Yoongi stood up from the couch as he heard rustling come from him.

“Where are you going?” Jimin’s smile faded into a frown as Yoongi suddenly went silent, unable to make out the current situation until he felt a hand grab his wrist.

“Come on, get your shoes on, we’re going out.” Yoongi said so suddenly as he pulled Jimin off the couch, throwing a jacket at him. He slipped on the warm coat, trailed his way to the door without guidance and gathered his things together. His arms extended to a small table beside the front door, reaching for his glasses.

Yoongi approached the doorway where Jimin stood, slipping on the dark glasses and getting his white cane ready. He waited as Yoongi tied on his shoes and opened the front door, the cold wind blasting into the warm apartment.

They exited the building, heading in the opposite direction of campus toward the city where sounds of chatter filled the air. “Where are we going?” Jimin asked, but Yoongi just shrugged.

“I don’t know, this was a bit of a spontaneous moment. What sounds good?”

“Let’s get some barbeque.” He grinned as Yoongi agreed.

“I know just the place.”

Walking through the city, Jimin could smell the food seeping out of restaurants, the strong fragrance of perfumes outside of makeup stores. He heard voices shouting for people to try samples, announcing their current sale prices. Jimin could hear couples passing them, quietly muttering about their day or how much they loved each other.

Love.

Would Jimin ever find love?

“I pity him, he can’t find his way around here.”

Someone to walk beside him every day?

“I hear he lives by himself and doesn’t have anyone.”

Someone whose voice he could wake up to in the mornings?

“Shouldn’t someone go help the poor kid?”

A warm figure next to him all day long?

“What happened to him? His eyes look funny!”

“Honey you shouldn’t point at strangers.”

“Jimin where are you going?” Yoongi’s voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, stopping in his tracks. He spun around for the direction of the sound, his head twisting in panic. Where did he go? How far was Yoongi? Did he leave him?

He felt a hand take his, pulling him in the opposite direction. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let you get lost.” A low chuckle came from Yoongi as he guided Jimin toward the entrance. “We’re here now, be careful, we’re going downstairs.”

Jimin followed him down, the smell of sizzling meat and spices lingered in the air as they entered, making his mouth water. Yoongi led him to a table in a corner, seating him down and read the menu out loud for Jimin to decide on a dish. All the options sounded so pricey, why did he take him here of all places?

“Yoongi, are you sure it’s okay to come here? These dishes sound more expensive than my own rent.”

“Just pick what sounds good to you. It’s okay to get out of the house once in awhile and treat yourself. Except today it’s on me.”

Jimin’s expression changed into a pout, deciding whether he should go against Yoongi’s offer or not. But then again, the Jeju black pork did sound quite delicious. Jimin eventually decided on the pork as they made their order, hearing the clicking of the gas turn on in front of him. He could smell the flame of their barbeque as it warmed up the small corner.

“You don’t go out often, do you? I overheard your friends complaining about you always skipping their guys night.” Yoongi eventually broke the comforting silence that stood between them.

“Not in a few months, no. I’ve been busy with my studies.” Jimin’s hand searched for the cup of water on the table and took a sip before he set on his left, where he always left it.

“Well the holiday break is coming up soon, you should go see them.”

“Come with me.” Jimin smiled. “They’re starting to like you, despite your horrible looks.”

Yoongi went quiet for awhile, it almost felt unsettling. Did Jimin say something wrong? He opened his mouth to apologize, but then Yoongi spoke again. “Okay fine, I’ll come. But if Tae pulls anything weird I’m leaving. He looks at me like he’s ready to square up at any given moment.” Jimin could hear him shudder before he began laughing.

“That’s just Taehyung being Taehyung, he has to grow onto you. He’s not exactly the brightest kid around here, but he’s the protective one.” Before Jimin could continue, he heard the waiter arrive, multiple plates clinking against the table. A loud sizzle and a mouthwatering aroma filled up their space when the meat made contact with the flames. Licking his lips, Jimin could only imagine what the meat possibly tasted like.

After a long, painful wait, Yoongi told Jimin to open his mouth as he felt a piece of meat being shoved in. It was painfully hot, but the taste was so heavenly. He needed to put some seasoning on it with a spoonful of rice and it would have been perfection.

“I put some on your rice, they’re hot off the barbeque so be careful.”

Jimin picked up his spoon and scooped a heaping of rice with two small chunks of pork on it, shoving it all into his mouth. He continued eating, unable to find the energy to speak. The food was far too good for that.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had.” Jimin muttered through a mouthful of rice as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. His fingers reached for the water and chugged it, setting down the empty cup with a loud clack.

“Would you hate me if I asked for another set?”

“You’re just trying to drain my wallet aren’t you? We’ll come here again. If you have too much in one sitting you’ll get sick. I’m not letting you miss a piano class, partner. ”

Jimin’s shoulders slumped in defeat as he ate another piece of meat. Before it entered his mouth, Jimin’s entire body froze. Everything in his mind went hazy. The song in the restaurant changed to a very familiar tune he heard so many times in the past. It was the same song Yoongi played during his first day of piano class.

“Oh, do you hear that? My favorite song just came on.”

It was the song.

Lights flashed in his mind, glass shattered everywhere.

The same damn classical song that played in the taxi.

Jimin dropped his chopsticks onto the table with a clatter and shot up from the seat, searching for his cane.

“Jimin, what’s wrong? What is it?” He heard Yoongi ask with worry, but he couldn’t register it. The music was too overbearing, painfully beating in his ears. He needed to get out of there.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go.” Jimin tried to maneuver his way through the restaurant, but he was far too dizzy, far too disoriented. He jammed his hip into a table beside him, hearing a bottle fall and shatter on the floor along with a plate or two. He couldn’t quite figure out exactly how many.

A person from the table slammed his hands on the surface and stood closely in front of Jimin, yelling and cursing while a panicked female voice tried to calm him down. Beads of sweat formed across his temple as his breathing grew heavy. Jimin apologized multiple times to the angry man, but it probably came out as an incoherent garble.

“You blind brat, you almost injured my girlfriend. Teach yourself to watch where you’re going!” The song was making his words fade away.

“You’re always in the way.”

“You’re never going to find your way around.”

Yoongi began shouting from behind, rushing over to stand in front of Jimin, facing the yelling figure. He couldn’t make out the words Yoongi said, the music instead drumming in his ears. Jimin clenched his cane, his chest heaving as he forced himself to stand, his knees growing weak. The headlights were too bright in his vision, he felt the ghost of the pain throbbing in his skin.

“Yoongi.” Jimin whispered quietly, feeling bile creep up his throat. “Yoongi, let’s just go.” His voice shook.

In a split second, a painful smack silenced the restaurant until one of the waiters demanded them to leave the place. An arm pulled Jimin up the stairs and out into the cold air that bit against his skin in contrast to the warm building.

They walked quickly for a few minutes until it was quiet and he felt himself being seated on a bench. “Jimin, take a deep breath, breathe slowly.”

The song was long gone; all he heard were the faint sounds of chattering and the wind blowing through trees around them. Jimin took in a deep inhale of the cold air, his panic washing away. His pulse began to slow, but his hands reached out in the air, searching for that warm, comforting presence. “Yoongi? Yoongi, where are you?”

The figure knelt down in front of him as his hands made contact with his broad shoulders. Jimin moved them up against his ears, moving them across his cheeks. The familiar facial structure and soft skin confirmed it was indeed Yoongi.

When his hand skimmed across his eyes, a tight knot grew in his stomach. A small hiss came from Yoongi when he felt that one eye was more swollen than the other and something warm and sticky dripped beside it.

“Yoongi, did he hurt you?”

“I’m fine, honestly.” Yoongi lowered Jimin’s hands away from his face.

“No, no we need to go get it treated.”

“Jimin, what happened back there? Did something set you off?” His voice was so calming, so gentle.

“The song. The same song you played.” Jimin shivered from the cold air, but his hands were enveloped in Yoongi’s warm ones. “The taxi I was in played the same exact song before the truck hit us.”

Yoongi was still a few seconds before he took in a deep breath. “Jimin listen to me. If anything like that were to happen when you’re out somewhere on your own, you must call me. Got it? Don’t move from your spot and don’t go anywhere. Call me right away, okay? I don’t live far, I’ll come right over.”

Jimin bit his lips, his usual habit. How did he find someone so caring, so gentle like Yoongi? His friends meant the world to him, but Jimin never allowed any of them to help him with anything. He couldn’t ever burden them with his struggles.

Hearing Yoongi’s kind words made his chest tighten, his stomach grow queasy. But it wasn’t sickness, nor the reaction from earlier. No, Jimin didn’t know what it was. He never felt anything like it before.

“Jimin, did you hear me?” The grip on his hands tightened, collecting Jimin out of his thoughts.

“I heard you…I’ll do it. Don’t worry.”

“Promise?” Yoongi wrapped his pinky around Jimin’s.

“I promise. Can we please go treat your cut? I don’t want you lying to me, telling me it’s fine when clearly, it’s not.”

“Okay.” Yoongi sighed in defeat. “Let’s go.”

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As soon as Jimin stepped into his apartment from a long day of class, the phone went off in his back pocket. Usually around this time, it would be Yoongi calling him to make sure he got home safe, or Hobi asking Jimin if he could mooch off of his homework because he was too lazy to do it himself.

“Hello?” He put the phone up against his ear, waiting for a response.

“Park Jimin?” A deep, yet professional voice greeted from the other line.

“This is him.” Jimin slid off his shoes and set down the white cane, entering the warm living room.

“This is Doctor Oh from the Seoul Hospital. I wanted to confirm that you have been on a waitlist for a cornea transplant for quite some time now, right?”

“Yes sir, I have.” Jimin replied quickly.

“It seems that we have found you a matching donor.” Jimin’s eyebrows rose as his mouth dropped open in surprise, almost tripping over the coffee table. “A man who just recently passed has corneas that are very possible to retrieve your eyesight again. He doesn’t however, have a donor card, so we will be asking his family to earn their permission. The results are looking positive for you though, Park Jimin.”

He didn’t know how to reply to such news. The thought of being able to see again. He could dance again. He could see his friends, his family, all sorts of colors. Yoongi, he could see Yoongi.

A ball of nerves and excitement grew in his stomach. “Thank you so much sir! I-I don’t even know what to say!”

“I’ll give you a call in the next week or so to further discuss our plans. Have a good day Mr. Park.”

“Thank you!” Jimin lost count of how many times he thanked the doctor over and over before hanging up. His mouth grew into a wide smile as he searched for another number on the phone, putting it back up against his ear. The line rang.

“Hello?” A groggy voice answered.

“Yoongi!” Jimin nearly shouted.

“What? Are you okay? Why are you yelling?” His voice grew worried.

“Yoongi! The doctor called me. They…they found a transplant for me!” He bit his lip in excitement, holding back his shouts of joy as he heard an audible gasp from the other line.

“Jimin, that’s so…that’s so amazing! You’re going to be able to see again! I’m so…we need to celebrate. Have you told the others yet?”

“No, I wanted you to be the first to know.” Jimin grinned. He heard shuffling and quick breaths through the phone. “Yoongi, what are you doing?”

“I’m just moving around. Look, you should call and tell the others about the news. We need to go out and get a drink or two, all of us.”

“Yoongi…” His smile slowly faded. “Tomorrows Saturday. You know I don’t like going out on Friday nights.”

“We’ll get you out and back there before midnight, I promise you. This is mandatory.” His voice sounded out of breath.

“Yoongi, what are you-“

“Just call your friends.” The line went dead and Jimin moved the phone away from his ear in confusion before he heard a quick knock on the door.

Approaching it, he opened it with a concerned expression until he heard a person in front of him breathing heavily and dare he say he could feel a huge grin radiating from them. “I told you I didn’t live far.” Yoongi chuckled in between his breaths.

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