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Sightless :: 4

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2,583

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

He breathed deeply, slowly pouring the hot water into a mug with focus. The phone rang as Jimin jerked, tipping the kettle in surprise. The water spilled across the counter, dripping onto the floor. He stuttered in bewilderment, unable to comprehend the situation and went for the phone in his pocket instead.

“Hello?” He answered, bending over with a towel in his hand, wiping up the water until the floor felt dry.

“Jimin!” He laughed, recognizing the voice anywhere. “Come over tonight, I’ll pick you up. It’s guys night, have a couple of beers, we haven’t seen you in days!”

“I’d love to Taehyung, but it’s Sunday, there’s homework I need to get done. Waking up with a hangover on a school morning is the worst idea ever anyway.” Jimin felt the floor a few times, confirming it was completely cleaned before moving onto the soaked counter.

“But you can never do it on the weekends. On Fridays you never like to be out late and on Saturdays you completely disappear.” Taehyung whined through the phone.

“Tae, you know exactly why I can’t go on Saturdays.” He grew quiet, dabbing the counter with a new towel.

“I know, but if you were with us, we think you’ll be okay! You need a distraction, that’s all!”

“Tae, I’m sorry, but I’m busy. I’ll see you all tomorrow okay? Make sure Hoseok doesn’t burst anyone’s eardrums with his screams. You know how he gets when he’s drunk.”

A laugh erupted so loudly, Jimin had to pull the phone away from his ear for a moment. “Okay, but if you change your mind, give me a call!” The link clicked and went quiet; Jimin slipped the phone back into his pocket and put his tea steeper into the mug.

Carrying it carefully, he dragged himself through the dark, quiet apartment toward the couch, seating himself. He picked up the iPod shuffle that always sat on his coffee table connected to a small speaker, and put on a song, filling the apartment with sound.

His mind raced over to yesterday, replaying the moment over and over. Biting his lip nervously, Jimin’s face reddened in guilt. He didn’t know how he would be able to Yoongi again after his episode. His friends knew about it, but no one had actually seen him on a Saturday, ever. Jimin preferred it that way. No one to pity him.

But would Yoongi hate him now? Would he always see Jimin as this vulnerable person that just hides from the world once a week? A pathetic phobia that one shouldn’t have. How would he explain it to him?

Jimin’s mind raced with questions, overwhelming him until he decided to pause the song and play the radio, switching to a comedy station, a much better distraction. When Jimin picked up his tea to take a sip, there was a sudden knock on the door. “Um, hold on!” He set it back down. “Taehyung, I told you I was busy!”

Rushing toward the door, Jimin mentally counted his trail toward the entrance, which only took eleven steps. He fiddled with the doorknob, realizing he forgot to lock it, an old and ongoing habit of his. Hauling it open, a blast of chilly air blew in, goose bumps cascading his arms.

“Hello?”

“Can I come in?” He recognized the deep, husky voice right away, his eyebrows rising in revelation as he bit his lip, guilt growing in the pit of his stomach.

“Yoongi? Uh, of course, come on in, it’s cold out.” He heard Yoongi shuffle, moving into the apartment as he respectively took off his shoes at the entrance before striding toward the living room.

“Want some tea? I just boiled some water.”

“It’s okay, I bought a coffee with me.”

“Oh.” Jimin titled his head toward the ground in embarrassment as he just caught a whiff of the his  He returned to the couch, the cup of tea back in his hands. The silence was unbearable between the two; Jimin couldn’t find anything to say. He couldn’t even figure out why Yoongi was here. “Um, if this is about the lab, we could wait until tomorrow, I-“

“It’s fine.” He assumed Yoongi was smiling, brushing it off, but his voice sounded too stern for him to do so, he couldn’t read him at all.

“Then, what-“

“Would you care to explain what the hell happened yesterday?” Yoongi finally asked the question Jimin dreaded, desperately wanting to run and avoid answering it for as long as he could. But that wasn’t possible, not with Yoongi sitting right beside him. If they were stuck together for the rest of the semester, he may as well put his curiosity out of misery.

But what if they don’t see each other again after the class is over? What if it becomes pointless? Then he would just be another person on campus that knows his story, another person that would look at him with pity.

“He’s just a broken kid.”

“Jimin?”

“Um, it’s not…I don’t, I mean-“ He stuttered out words before giving up with a sigh. “I’m sorry. It’s not something I wanted you to see.”

“You scared the living shit out of me, are you okay now? You look fine anyhow, better than yesterday. Did this happen last Saturday too?”

He already noticed? This one caught on quick.

“It’s not something I want to talk about.”

“Okay, usually I’m the type to spare someone and brush it off, but what I saw yesterday Jimin, was not okay.” His voice had grown serious, more serious than he ever heard. “If that were to happen again, I refuse to let you be alone, you could attempt something dangerous by accident, or lose track of your surroundings and run into something. I won’t allow it. So I need you to explain this to me, now .” Yoongi demanded as Jimin was taken aback.

They barely knew each other, they had only passed the line of becoming friends, and they were just class partners. But yet, he never heard anyone speak with such concern like him. Yes his friends cared for Jimin; in fact, they were there for every moment from recovery, to counting his way around the apartment, to learning how to pour himself a cup of tea without spilling. But never have they ever showed this type of worry, forcing something out of him. They always waited for Jimin to approach them when he was ready, for him to figure things out until he needed help.

“But…but we’re just piano partners.”

“Jimin!”

“It happened two years ago!” He shouted back, his hands shaking against the hot mug. “I lost my eyesight two years ago.”

“What?” Yoongi’s voice grew stiff. “You weren’t born blind? But how?”

“An accident,” Jimin continued on, knowing Yoongi was listening intensively by the sound of his breathing, strong, focused breaths. “I was leaving the music building and got into a taxi to meet my friends for dinner. It was just your casual night, I was getting ready for a big show the next day, I was so nervous for it. But while I was in a taxi, there was a truck, bright headlights were all I could see.” The memory flashed back painfully, goose bumps forming down his arms.

He may have forgotten how certain things looked over the years, but what could never, ever leave his mind were those bright, blinding headlights and the image of the disaster while being carried into the ambulance.

A tear trickled down his cheek; his colorless, dull eyes were racing back and forth as the crash vividly replayed in his mind.

“Jimin, I’m sorry, if you don’t want-“

“No, let me finish.” Jimin swallowed, feeling bile in his throat as his stomach twisted in fear. He already got this far; he may as well finish it. “The truck crashed into the taxi, it flipped so many times and landed upside down. I broke so many bones, but nothing was more painful than the shards of glass that went into my eyes. It hurt too much to open them. All I could hear were screams.”

He grew silent, but patiently, Yoongi waited until he was ready to continue.

“I was dragged out of the car and taken to the hospital right away. The last thing I ever saw was the accident. The giant dent in the car, where I sat. I somehow managed to open my eyes just for a few seconds to see it all, and now I can never forget it. I don’t think the taxi driver made it, but no one ever confirmed it to me. I woke up in the hospital with my eyesight completely gone.”

He heard Yoongi sigh deeply. “But then, you kept muttering something about Saturday. What was that about?”

Jimin didn’t know how to tell this to another person, it took him months to confess to his group of friends. The idea of it could make someone look at him like he was crazy, and that’s what scared him. People muttering about it behind his back, looking at him with pity because they know Jimin wouldn’t see it anyway.

“It’s absurd, how can you live a life like that?”

“I’m…” Jimin tapped the ceramic mug nervously with his nails, wiping his cheeks dry with the sleeve of his sweater. “The accident, it happened on a Saturday.” Why was he saying this? Why?

Stop talking.

“I don’t know why it happened, but ever since the accident, I couldn’t go outside anymore. I couldn’t talk to anyone. I would hide on Saturdays and avoid everything. I…developed a phobia of Saturday.”

“Wait, wait.”

There it was, Jimin awaited. Yoongi was going to walk out now, call Jimin pathetic and leave. Ask the professor for a new partner, someone that wasn’t as weak as him. Someone who could actually see.

“Are you saying every single Saturday for the past 2 years, you’ve been like yesterday?”

“It’s a severe trigger.”

“You’re kidding? Does anyone else know about this?” His voice was still calm, but Jimin still waited for him to say the expected.

“Yes, my friends do.”

“No one tried to help you overcome this fear?”

“No, I don’t allow anyone here on Saturdays. I deal with this on my own, and on my own only.” Jimin set the full mug of tea on the table, suddenly losing his appetite for it.

“Okay, whether you like it or not, I’m going to give you a set of rules because I need my partner in a decent enough condition to function in class. One, answer your damn phone when I call you. Two, I’m coming over this Saturday to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. Three, lock your damn door.

“What? Yoongi, why are you doing this?” He didn’t know how to react to his sudden stubbornness, Jimin wanted to be left alone on the day he was most vulnerable. That’s all he asked for.

So no one could say anything about it, no one could make fun of him.

“Because I can, partner .”

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“Wait, who is this Yoongi guy?” Taehyung asked while chewing on a piece of a sandwich, spitting crumbs everywhere.

“Jesus Tae, don’t talk with your mouth full, you’re so disgusting.” Namjoon whined, changing his position to sitting beside Jimin, a safer zone.

“Taehyung, where are your manners?” Jin scolded as Jimin heard a small slap with a yelp that followed after, almost choking on his drink from laughter.

“Yoongi is just my piano partner, but for some reason he’s starting to show up at my apartment often now. He was there Sunday and yesterday, but he doesn’t do anything. He just started coming in and doing whatever he wanted like he lived there too.”

“Wait!” Taehyung interrupted. “Sunday? Is that why you didn’t go to our guys night? You ditched us for him ?” Taehyung sputtered, dropping his sandwich on the plate.

“No! No, he came right after I hung up. He didn’t even warn me either!” Jimin waved his hands in the air in protest. “I promise I’ll do stuff with you guys soon. I’m just caught up in a lot of projects.”

“And Yoongi.” Jungkook muttered under his breath, receiving a slap from Jimin.

“You be quiet and drink your juice box I gave you!”

The boys erupted in laughter, booming across the quiet study hall as a few students from a couple of tables away shushed them. “Hey, look over there. Who’s that kid? He’s walking toward our table.” Hoseok whispered as Jimin lifted up his head with curiosity.

“Who? What does he look like?”

“He looks like he hadn’t slept in days, and pissed, he looks really pissed. You think that guy has ever smiled before?” Namjoon commented.

“His hair is everywhere, and it’s the color of poop. He’s so plain, and pale.”

“I like his trench coat though.”

“He’s short.”

“Shh, shh he’s coming!” Jin harshly whispered as the rest of the boys fell silent. Jimin heard the figure’s footsteps come to a halt in front of their table . “I haven’t seen you around before,” Jin began. “Can I help you with something?” Of course, let Jin, an honorary member of the ambassador program, speak.

“I was just wondering if I could join you guys.” It was the same tired voice Jimin heard the past few days, one he couldn’t escape himself from.

“Yoongi?”

There was a collective ‘ooh’ from Taehyung and Jungkook as the rest of them just stared in surprise. “Oh, you must be Jimin’s friend, Yoongi. Come, come!” Jin welcomed, shifting away from Jimin as Yoongi filled the space.

“I’m Jin,” He went on, introducing each person until he reached Taehyung, who burped during his introduction. “And this is Tae, don’t listen to anything he says.”

“Hey!”

Jimin zoned out as the group chattered, his mind too occupied. During the past couple of minutes, he came to a realization that he never knew what Yoongi looked like until they described it, what color his hair was, what kind of expression he had. He was just a faceless person.

He tried to imagine a face as hard as he could but there were too many options, too many pieces to put together. It was impossible.

“So Yoongi! Tell us about yourself! You’re a new transfer, aren’t you? Where are you from?”

“I’m from Daegu and I’m majoring in music production, but piano is my passion. I don’t really do a whole lot outside of school, uh, just sleeping or making remixes. I’m not too exciting.”

Jimin felt a sharp nudge in his side as Namjoon leaned, whispering in his ears. “What’s up with you? You got all quiet.”

“I’m fine.” Jimin muttered back. “I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well.”

Jimin listened quietly as the rest of them chattered, getting to know the new student, occasionally bursting into laughter here and there with the group. Eventually he started joining the conversation himself, throwing some jokes out there until they slowly became louder by the second.

At some point, one of the study hall desk assistants had to come and shush the boys or they would get kicked out.

With a grin, that evening, Jimin followed the rest of the group out into the cold air towards Jin’s apartment for a movie night. With a hopeful feeling, Jimin knew that Yoongi was going to be a great addition to the group.