Kpop Sickfics / Hurtfics

🐺 Lee Know - - Is This How It Ends? - Part 1

// requested by: @ZHCPCEO //

~ Minho's POV ~

Do you know that feeling, when you're not feeling well, but you're not feeling sick either? It's this weird in-between feeling, where you're uncomfortable, but not enough to get it checked out by a doctor... I have been feeling this way for weeks now.

At first, I brushed it off as anxiety and tried to power through it. I alerted management, and they promised to keep an eye out for me, in case I neglect my health again. It didn't pass, and I started to feel like it would never go away.

It was an average Thursday morning, I woke up, got dressed and waited for our van to take us to the studio. Chan packed me breakfast, as I started skipping it. I had no intention to start dieting, I just didn't have an appetite. It started showing already, I lost quite a lot of weight in the past month.

- Minho, promise me that you will eat lunch today. – Chan stopped me on my way out to the van. He was worried for me, and with good reason: I was having a hard time keeping up with the intense choreographies and work-outs.

- I promise, hyung. – I smiled at him, and it took me a considerable amount of energy to not fall asleep. I was exhausted from the simplest tasks, and my condition just kept on declining.

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- All right, team, today we don't really have time to play around and hold frequent breaks, we need to learn the choreo fast! Let's start from where we left off last night. – Our dance teacher was strict, but thanks to him, we always had hard-hitting and precise dance pieces.

But it also meant, that we would be absolutely drained after a few hours. Well, the others were.

For me, it took a mere 30 minutes of dancing, before I had to sit down, as my knees were shaking uncontrollably. I was trying to catch my breath, when the dance teacher started urging me to get up and continue.

I really didn't have a choice: I knew that I was hindering our process, and I shouldn't be lacking as the main dancer. So, I got up, took a deep breath, got into position, and started moving.

Really bad idea, Minho.

I didn't even have time to really comprehend what just happened, when my head collided with the floor, leaving me unable to move, see or hear for a few seconds.

After that, darkness. Full, total darkness.

~ Chan's POV ~

I knew that Minho wasn't doing well, although he didn't say it. He was losing weight fast, and he was more tired and paler every day. We all knew his breaking point was near, but he was too prideful to ask for help.

After about half an hour of practice, I saw him drop to the floor, holding his chest, trying to regulate his breathing. Before I could go to help him, the teacher already urged him to stand, and he complied.

He slowly stood up, made his way back to his position, and as the music started, he started moving too. I almost turned back to face the mirror, when I suddenly saw his going white as a ghost and drop to the ground.

- Minho! – We all ran to his unmoving body, shocked and scared. At first, he was softly crying, but then he went quiet. I desperately tried to wake him, but after a few minutes, I gave up.

- We need to go to the hospital... - I muttered, while the others gathered his things, and called our manager. I carefully lifted Minho, and left the studio in a hurry, with the sick boy in my arms. All the while, I wondered, how he got so light, so small, so thin.

It felt like he was barely there.

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- Chan, be patient, they won't know what's wrong with him after 20 minutes. – I was restless, I went up to the nurse's station every minute to see if there were updates. After arriving to the hospital, they immediately took Minho away, and they have been performing tests on him for almost 40 minutes.

- I'm so concerned, I can't sit down... - I replied, while pacing up and down the small, private room. – I'm gonna ask again.

- No, leave them alone. It's probably nothing anyways, he hasn't been eating well, you know well that you can faint from that. – Changbin tried to calm me down, but to no avail. I hoped that he was right, but deep inside, I had a bad feeling.

- All right, you can visit him now. – The ever-so-patient nurse opened the door for us, and led us to Minho's room. He was awake now, and looked a tiny bit better.

- We are giving him nutrition and hydration through those IVs, and if the tests come back well, he can go home tonight. – His doctor informed us, and we all collectively breathed a sigh of relief. Minho smiled at us, and for a minute, I felt like everything would be okay.

- And when are the results coming back? – I asked, before the doctor could leave.

- Any second now, I have personally told them to make his results a priority. – She turned back, and I thanked her. Minho was in good hands. It will all be okay.

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We have been talking and joking with Minho for about an hour, and we all completely forgot about his test results. We already packed his bags, we were ready to take him home.

- Can I come in? – The doctor stepped into the room, holding some papers. She looked serious, which should've made me worried, but then again, we were in a hospital, there was barely any reason to smile.

- For sure, we were just getting ready to leave, I hope everything is all right. – I smiled at her, trying to figure out the results from her expressions. She remained serious.

- Actually, I would like you to sit down for this. We have got his blood test results back, and although we would like to perform some other tests, we can establish a diagnosis. As you can see here, his white blood cells are dangerously reduced.

- What... what are you trying to say...? – It slowly dawned on me what that meant, but I didn't want to believe it. I needed her to say it.

- I'm sorry to say this, but Minho, you most likely have leukemia, or blood cancer. Now, what this means for the future is...

Her voice slowly trailed off, and I was left with the dreadful thought of Minho having cancer.

He has cancer.

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How are y'all doing?

I'm really sorry again for not updating, and I hate always blaming my health, but that's the situation. Of course I had to be the one who gets ill right at the beginning of summer ☹

I'll try to write more, I promise!

Take care ~