I'm sorry brother ⚣ vkook ⚣ completed

Chapter 6

-Taehyung P.O.V-

"Are you ready?" The nurse asked when she was about to put the needle in one of the newly placed small catheter sticking out of my chest. I nodded and she stuck it in the catheter, I didn't even feel it and I paid no mind to the IV connected to it as I looked around me. There were several other people in the room, also hooked up to similar sacks. Most of them looked older then me, thirty to sixty, if I'd have to guess.

"Is this your first time young man" an elder man besides me said when he looked up from his paper. I nodded quietly.

"Where is it?" He continued.

"Where is what?"

"The cancer, where is it in your body?" He clarified.

"My lungs and prostate, so far" I said calmly, though inside I was all but.

"Goodluck, you'll need it" he whished me and continued in his newspaper. I frowned at his bluntness.

"How long have you been here may I ask?"

"Six"

"Six years?" I exclaimed shocked.

"No idiot, six months" he scoffed. "And how old are you?"

"19 why?"

"congratulations on being the youngest one in this department" the man said sarcastically. "Do your parents know?"

"They're dead" I said bluntly. The man looked up at me before continuing in his article.

"Other family? Siblings?" He nonchalantly asked.

"Younger brother, he doesn't know" I bit my lip.

"I don't know if that's a good or bad choice" he seemed to think about it. "I'll settle with bad, I guess"

I nodded and continued to look around the room, there was a clock on the wall above the door. 11:25 PM. 35 minutes to go. I didn't really feel anything, no indication that some kind of substance was pumped into my body. The doctor said that after the chemotherapy I would feel exhausted, I didn't feel anything yet.

I put on the headphones I brought with and put on some of my favorite music, lip syncing with the lyrics. It was one of my favorite songs, a song that drove me to tears everytime I heard it, no matter how many times it has been on repeat.

Will I ever sing? Most likely not.

Singing had always been one of my dreams, ever since I had seen a group of boys sing on television. I didn't remember their name, I was about 5, but ever since I slowly started getting into music. First learning how to play saxophone and after that I found myself practicing my singing in my room. My parents told me I had a nice voice, that was probably also one of the mayor reasons I got accepted in a callcenter.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone pushing the thin layer of shirt fabric aside and pulling the needle carefully out of my chest. I frowned slightly at the weird sight of something in my chest, but shrugged it off as I was told I could go home. I smiled slightly and payed them an excited goodbye, putting on my coat.

Seems like the doctor was right, I really did feel tired.

I walked to my bike at the front of the hospital and slowly cycled home. It was a short distance, maybe a kilometer or three, but as I felt as exhausted as I was, it took awhile to get home.