I don't know what he's thinking, but ever since our eyes met on the rooftop earlier, he's been staring blankly and saying nothing. What should I say to him?
"Yoongi."
"..Why did you come?"
When I called your name without thinking, you looked at me and asked me, as if reproaching me, why did you come? What kind of stupid thing is that? Why did you come? Of course,
"You were in danger."
"....What do you want me to do!!!!"
Yoon-ki screamed, clutching his head as if in pain. Was it because he was tired? My greed, my pleas for survival—all of it must have been painful for that child.
Thinking about that made me feel sorry for Yoongi.
I hugged the child tightly and patted him as he lowered his head, clutching his head. This was all I could do right now.
You suddenly came into my arms, put your hands down, and hugged me, hitting me with your fist so that it didn't hurt, as if you were complaining and asking why I was doing this to you.
"It's bad, teacher, really bad..."
"Teacher, I will be the reason for Yoongi to live."
Yeah, if there's no reason to live, just create one.
Yoongi, let's live, because I think our Yoongi has improved a lot and I want to save you..
Yoon-gi stopped hitting me when I said that, and quietly hugged me, rubbing my face against mine before coming out of my embrace and speaking to me in a very small voice.
"....I'll live..and see."
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After Seokjin left the hospital room, Yoongi was lost in thought.
Why on earth did I answer that I would live? What on earth is that teacher that he tells me without hesitation that he will give me a reason to live?
It still comes to mind clearly.
I thought Seokjin, who was running towards me, desperately calling my name, wouldn't come, but he really did.
Living life was worse than hell for Yun-gi.
Just when he thought he had no more strength left to endure it and no reason to live, Yoongi met Seokjin.
Yoon-gi was truly dumbfounded by the world that pretended not to listen when he prayed and pleaded, but now offered to save him.
I turned my head and saw my wrist, which had been carelessly touched by a cutter knife, now wrapped in a white bandage. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since a human hand, not a cutter knife, had touched my hand.
In fact, perhaps from the beginning, he had climbed up onto the rooftop railing hoping that Seokjin would come. Looking back, he was indeed grateful.
The warmth of a person I haven't felt in a long time,
"Oh, it was warm."
Let's live well Min Yoongi, let's live in this fucking world.