sick | jihope

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hoseok ↴     ☆*:.｡. .｡.:*☆

"don't forget that your days are numbered, hoseok."

my eyes were blinded. everything was white. i squinted my eyes to regain my vision. i was met by a bright light bulb shining onto my face. god, this sucks. my weak hands went to rub my nearly blinded eyes. as soon as i started to see once again, my eyes darted towards the heart monitor. i'm nearly dead. the squiggly lines were going at a slow, irregular pace. nearly my whole body was attached to tubes and machines. i heard the door creak open followed by heavy footsteps. i didn't even need to see to know who it was.

"hi dad."

"so you're still alive?"

"isn't it obvious?"

"so when are you getting out of this
fucking hospital?"

hopefully never.
"soon. i promise."

"i'm almost broke because of you."

maybe if you didn't spend
your money on cigarettes.
"trust me, dad. i'm already better."

"i'm going out now."

of course you are.
"ok. bye dad."

he pulled out a box of cigarettes and careful put one in his mouth. he lit it up. right in my room. he blew out a puff of smoke, some of it lingering near my area. i let out a fit of coughs, my hands desperately trying to cover up my mouth.

"better my ass."