Yoongi allergy

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Yoongi's eyes were red from the moment he stepped inside. He tried not to rub them, but the sneeze kept escaping. Jimin guiltily clutched his mug of tea, watching as Mio—his impudent redhead—rubbed himself regal against the guest's leg.

"I can't breathe," Yoongi exhaled, and his voice was filled with fatigue. Fatigue from the pills, from the fitful sleep, from the constant choice between "I want to be with you" and "I feel bad around you."

Jimin had gotten used to this scene. It was the same every time: Yoongi arrived, fifteen minutes later he started gasping for breath, and Jimin was torn between feeling sorry for the boy and being angry at himself.

"Either him," Yoongi nodded at the cat, who was innocently washing his paw in the middle of the sofa, "or me. Jimin, I love you, but I can't live like this anymore."

Mio suddenly opened his eyes, flashing an amber gaze at Yoongi. The cat knew a battle was about to unfold. Two worlds collided in Jimin's mind: a cozy evening with a bundle of joy at his side and Yoongi's cold fingers stroking his hair.

"Are you asking me to choose?" Jimin's voice wavered. "Are you serious?"

Yoongi was silent, and in that silence lay the answer. Jimin looked from his beloved to the cat. Three years with Mio. Two years of dreaming about Yoongi.

Yoongi sighed. And he couldn't choose his health.

• You won't have to. I've already chosen you and the cat, idiot.