Crimson Threads |Yoonmin| Jikook |

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I was thinking a lot about this book🦇

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Dodge. Punch. Punch. Step back, then back kick. Now that the enemy was vulnerable, the tornado kick followed. Jungkook landed on his feet and his sparring partner fell flat on the floor.

He would always be in a trance whenever he was fighting. In his head, he was facing an opponent that would take Jimin away, one that would hurt him.
But at the end of the day, these kinds of thoughts took a strain on him. He didn't know if it was withdrawals from Jimin even though it had only been a week. Yes, every opponent he faced would be defeated. But Jungkook knew his body was weak. His body was at its breaking point. The sounds of cheers in the training room slowly faded into a low long beep. And then there was no sound or light.

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When Jungkook woke up he realised he was at the clinic. It was owned by Jimin. Jungkook was familiar with the doctors.

But even at this state he could barely understand what was going on. He felt hazy and numb. It must have been the drugs that were staring to wear off. There were many times he felt lightheaded after Jimin's extensive feeding sessions. But there was something that wasn't right about all of this. Jimin hadn't been feeding on him for ages, so it couldn't be that.

"Doctor." Jungkook mumbled, he tried to move his hands but he was still weak. His vision was starting to focus. He could finally recognise the doctor. "Doctor Seon." He repeated. She was the doctor Jimin specifically assigned to Jungkook. Not that the younger had ever really gone to him. A wound could heal on its own.

"You've been over working yourself." Doctor Seon sighed as she began flipping her notebook, jotting down her diagnostics. "Training at five in the morning. Then you don't stop until the moon is high in the sky."

"That's the time Jimin sends Chim to give me a message." Jungkook explained. The letters were filled with Jimin's worries. His plans and the number of days until they were reunited. He was young and unbelievably in love.

"You need a lot of bed rest for the coming of days. Stop training and conserve your energy."

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook wanted to yell but his voice was too coarse. "The Master would be home in a week, how can I as his head butler rest and do nothing." He pointed at the shelf of medicine in front of him. "Just give me one of those and then I'll be on my way."

"It doesn't work like that." The Doctor wore a solemn expression. "I've made thorough examination. And I have to be truthful."

"Yes it can." Jungkook insisted. "I have a cold, a fever, a virus. Something that can be healed. So just please give me the medicine I need and I'll be back to my duties. Jimin is going to be so mad if he comes home and finds his estate-"

"You're sick." The Doctor said slowly. "You have Leukemia. It's a cancer of the blood."

Jungkook's world froze. It was strange. Whenever his world stopped, Jimin would be the cause of it. From his kiss to his touch. The way he looked under the moonlight. When he smiled and scrunched his nose. When he would whine or when he'd dominate him. Jungkook's world would always stop. And when it did, his heart beat would suddenly drum in his chest and he would feel reborn by Jimin's lips.

But this time, all Jungkook felt was a void. "What treatment can I take?" Jungkook said slowly.

"There is no cure." The Doctor looked away briefly. "The only thing we can do is..." She stuttered, and Jungkook knew she didn't even know how to answer that.

"I'll find a way out of this... just don't tell the Master." Jungkook's throat felt like it was tightening.  She kept asking questions but Jungkook was no longer in the best mindset to understand them. How long had he been with these symptoms? How did that even make sense? This was the result of being Jimin's head butler. The duty to offer his blood, without hesitation. So how could this act of love be a sin. He couldn't help but ask the following question. "How long do I have left?" It was the hardest question to ask, but it needed to be said. Jungkook couldn't help but feel like the void within him growing larger by the second. Even at this moment, he could only think about how this would affect Jimin. All his promises and everything he worked hard for would all be blown away.

"Two." She said. " Two years, if you're lucky."

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Not for the faint of heart, yes. But I hope you enjoy the ride,

Much love,

Minty xx