Identity: Min Yoongi

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"I'm afraid at his age, there's nothing we can do..."

Yoongi wasn't sure why he had frequent visits to the hospital. He was only twelve, and he knew a lot of his class mates didn't go to the hospital every week for a checkup.

"What do you mean, at his age?! He's twelve, and you're going to tell me he's going to die at fifteen?!" His mother's yelling hurt his head, but he was too nervous to say anything about it.

"Ma'am, please calm down. Your son has a rare type of brain tumor, the normal life expectancy for this is five years at most, and he's over twice that. It's a slow-building tumor and there are many thing to do to try and stop it, but if we operate and attempt to remove it he will die." The surgeon explained.

"Great. Just great, it's inoperable too?!" His father yelled, tears in his eyes. "Dad," Yoongi whimpered and held his head, closing his eyes. Everyone turned to the boy, and the room quieted.

With a dissatisfied sigh Mr. Min walked over to his son's bed and gave him the lightest hug. "I'm sorry, son." He gently put their heads together, holding back tears as best as possible. The room spun for Yoongi and nausea began again.

"There are different therapy's we can try, since he is only twelve years old, but it's only to help...I'm sorry..."

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