24 Years

What the f...

Jungkook POV

A month went past like it was nothing. And I was beyond busy.

With having to make sure my college stuff got it when it needed to and making sure Yoongi went to his treatments every week, its safe to say my life has become a little hectic.

I'm not exactly complaining though. My life was still good for the most part, Yoongi didn't show any signs of getting worse, our friends were all keeping in touch with us more, trying to make sure Yoongi was still feeling alright. Also to ask when the wedding was.

Now that, was a puzzle. Yoongi and I have been arguing over what day it should be. He continues to tell me he wants it after his birthday. And when I ask why he just completely avoids my question.

In all honesty it really pisses me off. And sometimes I hang the phone up or ignore him for a while afterwards. I mean, I wouldn't have a problem if he would just tell me why.

But at the moment I couldn't focus on that. Because right now I'm scrambling around my room to finish getting ready to go since today was, yet again, another day for Yoongi's treatment. And he was cranky.

He was fussing at me about how much he didn't want to go as I struggled to put my shoes on with my phone in between my shoulder and the side of my face.

Yoongi:
"I'm just saying. Having to do this three hour treatment every Wednesday of the fricken week is beyond ridiculous. Like, don't these people know that I have a life? I have responsibilities to attend to?"

"Would you just stop being a whiny baby and deal with it? You want to get better dont you?"

Yoongi:
"Yeah but-"

"Yeah but nothing. Suck it up, I gotta go with you y'know. Its cutting into my time as well. And more of my time than yours because it takes me an hour to get to your campus. And I have to make that trip to and from. So shush."

Yoongi:
"Jeez what's got you so sassy this morning."

"Hmm, let's see. I wake up and realize I'm close to being late to leaving to pick you up. And as I'm getting ready my dear Fiance calls me to fuss into my ear for thirty minutes about how he doesn't want to go to his treatments that he needs. While I'm stressing about how I'm going to get in my art project in before I leave when the professor isn't on campus until 8:30. Do you get my gist?"

And as if the universe just wants me to rip out all of my hair I get a text message from our wedding planner telling me that she needs to see us today at a venue that is two hours away from where Yoongi and I will be for his treatments.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me. Babe I gotta call our dumbass wedding planner. Ill see you in an hour, love you."

Yoongi:
"Love you too, be nice."

"No promises."

Yoongi POV

I stared at my phone a bit after watching the on call screen disappear as the line was ended.

I sighed and sat up.

Well I guess I better start getting ready.

I hopped off my bed and started walking towards my bathroom. Then there was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked irritably, kind of knowing who it was.