I'll do anything for you

The sterile smell of the hospital mixed with the overwhelming scent of antiseptic filled the air as Jungkook sat beside Jimin's bed, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch the other’s pale, clammy hand. Jimin had always been full of life, a bright light that never seemed to dim. But now, seeing him like this, Jungkook’s heart twisted painfully in his chest.

The beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, each one a cruel reminder that Jimin was still in danger. The doctors had said it was severe—a sudden illness that had taken them all by surprise. One day, Jimin was laughing and teasing Jungkook, and the next, he was barely able to breathe.

Jungkook squeezed Jimin's hand, his voice breaking as he whispered, "You can't leave me, hyung. Not like this." His vision blurred with tears, but he blinked them away, refusing to break down.

But as the minutes ticked by and Jimin's condition remained the same, the hopelessness began to creep in. Jungkook was never one to pray—he’d never seen the point. But now, staring at the one person who meant everything to him, he found himself desperate for any kind of miracle.

"I don’t know if you’re listening, but if you are, please…" Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke to the empty room, his grip on Jimin's hand tightening. "Please, don’t take him away from me. He’s… he’s my everything. I can’t lose him."

Jungkook's tears fell freely now, each one landing on the crisp white sheets. He bowed his head, his shoulders shaking as he cried. He didn’t know if anyone was listening, didn’t know if there was anything out there that could help, but he prayed anyway, putting all his hope into something he wasn’t even sure existed.

"Please, let him be okay. I’ll do anything, just… just don’t take him from me," Jungkook pleaded, his voice breaking into a sob.

He sat there for what felt like hours, his mind numb, his heart heavy. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept holding Jimin’s hand, as if his touch alone could keep Jimin tethered to this world.

Then, just as despair threatened to overwhelm him, Jungkook felt a faint squeeze against his hand. His breath hitched, his eyes snapping to Jimin’s face. Slowly, as if it took every ounce of strength he had, Jimin’s eyes fluttered open.

"Jimin?" Jungkook’s voice was shaky, disbelieving.

Jimin blinked up at him, his gaze unfocused, but there was recognition in his eyes. "Kook…?"

Jungkook’s heart soared at the sound of Jimin's weak voice. He could hardly believe it—Jimin was awake. Relief flooded through him, and before he knew it, he was leaning over the bed, pressing gentle kisses to Jimin's forehead, cheeks, and lips.

"Thank God, thank God," Jungkook muttered between kisses, his tears now ones of joy.

Jimin gave a small, tired smile, his hand coming up to weakly touch Jungkook's face. "I’m okay, Kook. I’m not going anywhere."

Jungkook nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he held Jimin close, careful of the wires and tubes connected to him. In that moment, he didn’t care about anything else—didn’t care that he’d cried, didn’t care that he’d prayed to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in. All that mattered was that Jimin was here, alive, and in his arms.

For the next few days, Jungkook never left Jimin's side. He was there for every check-up, every meal, every moment. And Jimin, true to his word, grew stronger with each passing day, the color slowly returning to his cheeks.

One evening, as they lay in the hospital bed together, Jungkook holding Jimin close, Jimin looked up at him with a soft smile. "You prayed for me, didn’t you?"

Jungkook blushed slightly, looking away. "Yeah… I did."

Jimin’s smile widened, and he snuggled closer to Jungkook, their fingers entwining. "Thank you," he whispered.

Jungkook looked down at him, brushing a strand of hair from Jimin's forehead. "I’d do anything for you, hyung. I love you."

"I love you too, Kook," Jimin replied, leaning up to press a tender kiss to Jungkook's lips.

As they lay there, wrapped up in each other, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Maybe there was something out there, maybe there wasn’t. But either way, he had Jimin, and that was all he needed. And from that day on, he vowed to never take a single moment for granted, cherishing every smile, every laugh, every breath they shared.

Because they had each other, and that was enough.