✦𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑✦ KIM JENNIE × PARK JIMIN × Y/N

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STORY MADE BY: @parkjimini (tumblr)

PAIRING: Jennie x Jimin x Y/n

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

GENRE: angst

WARNINGS/KINKS: explicit language, mentions of illness and death

You stripped out of your clothes as your doctor had prompted you to slip into a thin paper gown. You kicked your legs, waiting for her to come back. The room was filled with cotton swabs, cotton balls, cotton pads, popsicle sticks, everything that a doctor would probably use.

It was your third time back within the week. The first was to speak on your symptoms. The second was the draw blood to get it tested. The third was the final check up. You were beginning to become very afraid of what the issue was.

Jennie and Jimin didn't bother to call you while they were gone. Jennie didn't post on her social media of the great time they were having. It was almost like they fell off the face of the Earth. You were too stubborn to call them first. It was your pride on the line. You wanted them to know how it felt to be ignored, neglected, forgotten.

"I have terrible news." Your doctor walked in and she looked as if she had aged ten more years. Her grip on her manila folders were tight and her eyes blinked with concern.

There was a slight drop in your stomach, like your heart detached and fell into an empty pit. Your palms were slicked with sweat as you tried your best to remain calm. "There is a possibility that you may have cancer."

"C-Cancer?" It shocked you more hearing you say it. "I have cancer?"

"It's not for certain, but your blood tests showed quite alarming results. We'll run some CT scans to see for sure." Your doctor jotted down a few notes and had you quickly follow her into another corridor in the clinic.

"Today?" The news wasn't processing in your head. It didn't quite make sense.

"Right now. Unless you'll like to schedule another appointment." She looked as if something was in grave danger. Your family was plagued with cancer, but many of them survived. You hoped you were one of them, that or it was a simple mix up in the machine. You genuinely didn't believe the strain could've been passed down, at least, not an intense strain.

"Alright." You laid down on the slick platform as your doctor hooked up you quickly, but meticulously.

"Take a deep breath. It will only take a second." A small smile appeared on her face before it reverted back to concern. Your gut feeling was telling you that it wasn't going to be good news.

When you got home, the empty feeling grew bigger than before. The tears did not stop from streaming down your face on your way home. Your bag landed somewhere in the corner of the living room as you ran into Jennie's neat bed.

It still smelled like them. Sobbing into their sheets, you missed having them around. You wished they were here to comfort you. You needed them, more than they ever needed you. Tossing and turning, everything felt restless... fake almost.

It must have been hours of you crying and staring up at the ceiling. Every blink felt sore. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you couldn't sleep. You were afraid of the darkness. of the loneliness. of death.

You contemplated every single moment in your life as the sun set, and Jennie's room turned into a heavy, navy blue. You haven't touched your phone since you came home and the silent device lit up like a lighthouse.

You had 5 missed calls from Jimin and 3 from Jennie. The notification bar was filled with several texts from your message app and from Snapchat from both of them. "Hel-"