BTS Oneshots

Jungkook // Alone

*WARNING: Mentions of cancer, death and depression*

This is also really... really... REALLY long. Enjoy!

Jungkook's p.o.v

I pulled the drip along with me as my slippers barely made any sound in the hallways. I walked to the visiting rooms, expecting Jimin to be there, like he always was on a Wednesday afternoon.

I walked to our table and sat down. I looked down at my thin hands waiting for him to arrive.

Coughing interrupted my thoughts an hour later and I saw a small frail girl looking around whilst covering her mouth coughing.

"Hey... you okay?" I asked her getting up and making my way, slowly, over. She looked up nodding.

"I'm okay..." she looked down again. "I should go, nobody is going to come." She stood up and walked away, leaning on her pole with the drip attached.

"No one came to visit you either?" I asked quietly. She looked up and stopped. She took a shaky breath.

"They haven't for a while now." She spoke quietly. I pulled the drip behind me and followed her.

"I can visit you, I'm Jeon Jungkook." I bowed and she turned and looked at me.

"Y/N." Her voice was quiet. I pulled out a chair for her and smiled and she slowly sat down. I walked over to the game cupboard and brought out connect four. I carried it over with shaky hands and she caught it before I dropped it. I sat down and she set it up.

A few hours of a silence passed and she slumped forwards a yawn leaving her lips.

"I should really get going. Thank you Jungkook." She smiled for the first time since I saw her.

"I'll walk you back." I pushed myself up from my seat and helped her up gently and we both started walking.

We were on the same ward, I was two rooms down.

—

Three weeks passed and we often sat in the visiting room playing games with each other now. But occasionally we would visit each others rooms.

"Why are you here then?" I asked quietly.

"I have stage four lung cancer." Her voice was quiet.

"You smoked-?" My eyes were wide. She shook her head.

"We don't know why I got it apart from it's been in the family." She shrugged slightly laying in her bed as I sat on the edge. "What about you?"

"A brain tumour, I'm due surgery in a week. But I need to stay here permanently until I'm completely cured." I smiled and she nodded.

"I don't get why you want to be friends with me." Her voice cracked. "The doctors don't seem to think that the medication is working and they doubt that I'll last two more years."

"Because, despite all that you've been there for me." I smiled at her and tears brimmed her eyes. I leant down and hugged her tightly and she started sobbing. Her hands fisting my shirt and pulling me close.

—

"Yah! Jungkook!" She giggled walking through the hospital garden. It was the night before my surgery.

"Slow down!" I laughed quietly and walked after her. We made it to the fountain and she sat down on the edge. Out of breath.

I sat beside her and she leant her head on my shoulder.