Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors
My sisters and my brothers
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All day Yoongi hear muffled sobs and cries from my loved ones as he shares the bad news to them. He couldn't keep it from his family. He at least needed a bit of motivation to try and fight. Try and fight.
He knew the reality and escaping from it is impossible. Stage 4 Lung Cancer, he heard the doctor say. If he listened and stopped inhaling sticks of nicotine, maybe.. just maybe he wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed giving off sadness to everyone he would soon leave.
"I want you to give this to him if i.." Yoongi couldn't finish his sentence.
He sealed his mouth shut as the thought of death slowly embracing him.
Jungkook can't know. He couldn't bare the face of someone he likes, heck he loves, in despair. He wants to remember the young boy in his pastel shirts and timberlands, smiling brightly while Yoongi takes polaroids of him when they wander.
He just couldn't bare the thought of the boy shed a single tear.
So he kept it to himself.
