Jungkook
I was alone right now. Yoon were changing her clothes meanwhile Solji and Yoongi were buying some foods since the hospital's foods were sucks. I take this opportunity to call my mom since I was a bit unsure about me having a brain cancer. Maybe I was just hallucinating. Whatever.
I grabbed my phone and dialled my mom's phone number then I place the phone on my ear, waiting for the beeping sound stop and hear my mom's voice.
["Oh? My Jungkook? Why? Is there anything wrong? You hurt? Wait there! I'm coming."]
"No, no, no. It's okay, I'm fine. Just that... I have something to ask."
["What is it, dear?"]
I look around the ward and my eyes land on the fake flowers in the vase that were placed on top of the table. I was contemplating with myself whether I should ask or not. I'm afraid of the answers. I'm afraid that the answer is a 'yes'. Not all questions that were answered 'yes' are wonderful. Some are just disappointing and hurtful. I took a deep breath before I continue.
"Is it true... that I have a brain cancer?"
I finally asked. There was a silence after that. As the time passed, I got nervous for some reason. My heart beats faster than usual as I waited for the answer.
["Yes."]
After that, I heard a soft sobbing coming from the other line. My mom... is sobbing. I hate it when she shed a tears. Even a single tears. It's hurtful. It feels like I just broke her heart and become an insolent son to her. I sighed.
"It's okay, mom. I'm fine. Well, for now. I'll call you later, hm. Don't cry."
["Yeah. Take care of yourself, son. If you're hurting, just call the doctor. Give me a call too. I'll be there at night, hm."]
"Yeah~ I'll hang up first. Love you."
["I love you too, my dearly son. Tell Yoon if you hurt. Don't keep it by yourself, huh."]
"Okay, mom. I'll take care of myself. Bye."
I hang up the call and place the phone on the table. I stared at it for awhile, thinking about what will happen in my life after this.
"Boo!"
Yoon suddenly appeared in front of me, making me surprised as I place my palm on my chest.
"You scared me, jerk!"
I snapped. She smiled cheekily to me as she place the paper bag on the floor before she sit on the bed, facing me.
"What are you thinking? You look down."
She asked. I look at her and slightly pout my lips, making a ridiculous sad face on.
"I want to get out of here. It's too boring."
Again! She rolled her eyes to me and lightly smack my thigh.
"That's why, you should eat and rest a lot to get out of here. It's like a mission. You're competitive, right?"
I sighed heavily and look away from her. Ah, it's so frustrating to stay here. She pull my chin up and flash a warm smile to me.
"Stop stressing yourself. I'm here with you. If you had a hard time, then tell me so. That's what you always do. Complaining a hard life of yours every single day."
I stared at her for awhile. I really want to tell you about everything. About my illness. But I'm afraid that you'll go crazy and worried over me. I'm afraid that you'll lost your sense in your life while thinking about me. I just want to see your smiles, feel your hugs, and be that girl that would hear me nag about life. I pulled her into my hug.
