DANCER'S DISEASE | yoonseok

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   Today is the day I go to see Dr. Min. I'm scared that I did something to my muscle and she'll say I can't dance. At least not some of the categories.
  I text my dear friend, Min Yoongi, asking if he could give me a ride. I kinda want to spend some alone time with him and talk some more.

☀️Hobi☀️: hey 👋 can u give me a ride to ur mom's office?

I wait for a reply and I actually get one.

😎Swaggy😎: yeah i guess

☀️Hobi☀️: YAY THX UR THE BEST TTYL ✌️😆🔥🤧😊🙃🍒👍😉😎🖤🔥😆

😎Swaggy😎: Ur a retard 🙄🙄🙄

I smile at my screen and change into some nice clothes and a cap. I look good.
I hear a car horn and rush outside, seeing Taehyung's note on the table saying he was out with Kookie, and rush out the door to see Yoongi's old bear up car.
I smile and hop inside the passenger seat and buckle up. I turn my head to see the swag master himself looking at me.
"What?" "You're a genuine retard," he sighs and I shrug. "I'm a sunshine, thank you," I giggle and he sighs again, and starts driving to our destination.
As he drives, we sing and rap many songs and one of my favorites, MAMA, comes on. I don't remember the guy's age, but he is very good looking.
I sing along and Yoongi was quiet, listening to my singing and rapping.
  When it's over, I stay quiet and I see Yoongi smiling.

His. Beautiful. Precious. Gummy. Smile.

You don't know how hard I was trying not to squeal.

  "Not bad Hoseok," Yoongi says and we pull into the parking lot. I blush softly and mentally scold myself.
"Well ya got your ride red head, cya," Yoongi does a mini salute and drives off, a loud squeal coming from his wheels, along with smoke from the exhaust pipe. I cough and go inside. Still the same as it was before :)
I walk over to Dr. Min's office and knock on the white door. A faint, "come in" was heard and I walk in to see her at a messy desk, writing on some papers, about to pick up her phone. She finally looked up and smiled a small smile. A forced smile.
  "Hoseok, I was just about to contact you," she says and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I came because I needed to talk about something. My s-" "Your shoulder. Yes. Tell me some more symptoms please," she asks, pulling out a notepad and pen. I tell her what I've been feeling and going through. Dr. Min bites her lip and takes a deep breath.
   "I'm sorry Hoseok, I-I really am, but Hoseok,"

And that's when I couldn't take it.

"You have the early signs of lung cancer."

A/N:
Y'all saw it coming, don't lie. (Caught in a lieeeeee. Fluff I love Park Jimin w/ all my hearteu)
And do y'all wanna see some Yoongi POV? I think that could make this book a bit longer. I think this story is maybe half way through idk. I was planning on his being a very short story and I honestly didn't have many plans for this 😂

Edited: Nah

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