"You love my son."
It wasn't a question so I don't answer. Mrs. Kim smiles at me after saying that.
We're here at the hospital where Yugyeom was taken. Our classmates went home after his family came. His mother immediately hugged me when she saw me. I've never really met her but she seems to know me.
"Since he didn't tell you, he must have loved you too," she continues.
"Tell me what?" I ask.
"That he's sick and it's terminal. Actually, the doctors already gave him a deadline and told him to not stress himself. He called me earlier to say that he wants to celebrate with you and talk to you about what you recited, so he wouldn't be able to come home early. I'm not blaming you, don't worry. It was his request and you didn't know.
My chest hurts. I've concluded earlier that he is sick. But it didn't cross my mind that it's this severe. I thought he was just over fatigue or common things like that. A deadline? Humour me; life is seriously being a bitch to me.
"Since when..." my voice sounds small so I clear my throat, "Since when did he knew?"
"It's been six years, I think. You know how he's been really easygoing about school. He just wanted to live a normal life before... he leaves this world. He knows he won't be able to graduate."
I look up to stop my tears from falling. Mrs. Kim's isn't crying but her voice sounds heartbreaking.
"How long... does he still have?" I ask, almost a whisper.
"A year or two? It depends on the cancer cells. The thing is, he doesn't want to under chemo. He keeps on saying that all of us die anyway and he already lived a happily life. He says it's just a waste of money. Even his father can't do anything."
I don't get to answer since the doctor goes out the room.
"The patient is stable and conscious. He's looking for Y/N?" he looks at me. Maybe it's obvious that he won't be calling his mom by name.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Kim tells me.
"You can come with me. He didn't know I called you so maybe that's why he asked for me."
"I'll talk to him later. I just need to call my husband so he can prepare the room at home."
"Room?"
"For sure he'll ask me to take him home. He doesn't like hospitals."
I nod with a sigh before opening the door.
Yugyeom is sitting on his bed. His smile will make you think that he's all good. I hate it.
"Were you crying?" he teases.
"Why would I? Are you dead?" I tease back as I walk to him.
"So if I die, you will cry?"
"Of course. I'll be afraid to go to jail cause I'm the primary suspect for your death."
He laughs. That was how everything started. He laughed at my lame joke. I guess some things just never change.
"Why are you such a kid? There's nothing to cry about."
"I said I didn't cry. Your mom was even closer to crying."
"Oh, she's here?" he asks without much thought. "What did you say to her? Why is she crying?"
"Hey, why are you blaming me?"
"Just kidding. But you made a lot of them cry on your speech earlier."
"That wasn't earlier. It's yesterday. It's already 5 AM."
His face quickly gets filled with worry. "What? Then go home. What are you still doing here?"
"I'll go home when you do. Your mom says she'll discharge you."
"You don't have to wait. You can go home now."
"I'm just really worried."
"Leave, Y/N."
Confusion hits me. Why does it feel like he's shutting me out? I just want to be there when the doctor tells him his findings.
Why is he pushing me away?
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I LOVED YOU FIRST- an AU ft. GOT7 Yugyeom (xreader)
Fanfic"First love is the sweetest but it's the first cut that's the deepest." Yugyeom and Y/N learns this in a hard way.
