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

✦𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃✦

STORY MADE BY: @parkjimini (tumblr)

PAIRING: Jennie x Jimin x Y/n

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

GENRE: angst

WARNINGS/KINKS: explicit language

After confirmation of the surgery, it became prepping sessions. Your doctor slowly took you off the chemo and gave you medication to ease any discomfort. You were given less visiting hours because you needed to rest.

But your troubles stirred when you were alone. The moment replayed in your mind when Jennie told you that they were broken up. There was nothing you could say, nothing for you to fix. Jennie and Jimin were respectfully dating you, aware of your decision for still wanting to be with the both of them. It didn't feel the same though, it didn't feel secure or safe.

There was no way you could date them separately. Jimin lacked what Jennie brought to the relationship and vise versa. It wasn't complete without the both of them. Your nurses didn't let you worry about that, brushing away Jimin and Jennie during your resting hours.

Jungkook visited you once after you added him back onto your list. He also brought you a vase of your favorite flowers. There was part of you where you didn't want to make things awkward, but the other part didn't allow for that. Instead, you blurted out that you knew about his crush on you. Then, he left quickly after you rejected his offer to be with him.

Hoseok respected your time and didn't visit when he wasn't allowed to. You were aware of how he had other important events in his life, but you really wished he tried to see you more. You'd hate to admit it, but Hoseok seemed to be the only person you could turn to for any non-biased advice. Since he stopped coming around often, you had to turn to your nurses.

The two weeks were absolutely the dullest moment in your life. You thought that living in your small town with your mom was bad, this was worse. You were stuck in a huge hospital with no friends majority of your stay. Your nurses were only with you for max ten minutes before they needed to go. You had the television, sleep, and your own nervousness.

Surgery was a big decision, so big that you even called your mom about it. You didn't have the best relationship with your mom, so calling her was a surprise to even her. She totally didn't bother to follow up on your life, so she never called first. But, you couldn't go into surgery with the possibility of death and not tell her about it.

She offered to fly over and you insisted that she didn't. So when she arrived to see you, you didn't hesitate to give her a piece of your mind.

"What are you doing here? I told you that you didn't need to come. Where did you find which hospital I was staying at?" You groaned into your pillow.

Your mom set her things down and crossed her legs while she took a seat across from you. "I asked the school. I'm your mother, for fucks sakes."

"Yeah, well you didn't think that when I was growing up, so now that I'm dying, you decide you should start caring." You rolled your eyes at her gasp.

"How dare you say that to me? I raised you when your dad walked out on us."

"If you think being drunk and picking me up from my after school programs means raising me, then yeah. You did great mom." Your sarcasm came out in train wrecks when it came to your mom; she drew the worse out of you.

"(Y/N), you have cancer and you decide to let me know when you've already decided for surgery is not exactly the most responsible daughter thing you pride yourself to be." She shot back.