Take it SERIOUSLY! (Sequel) || BTS x READER [COMPLETE]

19. Damn

As soon as I got back from the concert, I rushed to the room quickly packing my clothes.

To be honest, after I heard the news, I wasn't able to enjoy the concert. My mind was filled with too much worry and I couldn't concentrate since my mom was the only thing in my mind.

Way to kill it manager-nim.

The boys looked at me questioningly and started to worry. "Why are you packing your clothes? Are you leaving us again? Did we do anything wrong?"

The tears I held back started to drip on my clothes. I stood up and looked at all of them. They had sad looks on their faces, mixed with concern and worry.

"I'm not mad, you didn't do anything wrong. I just... i have to go back to the Philippines. My mom is sick and I really want to be there for her when she needs me... I'll comeback as soon as I can, okay guys?"

They nodded sadly while I went back to packing my bag. My flight is in a few hours. They said I had to leave extremely soon since my mom really wasn't doing well. Their Van drove me there while Manager-nim accompanied me.

Bangtan also wanted to come but I told them they didn't need to, plus, they had to rest. Their comback was in 2 days time and if they don't rest, they'd get tired very easily.

When we got to the airport, manager-nim and I said our goodbyes and I told him I would be back, and when I do comeback, he was the first one I'd be calling. He only laughed and went back in the van.
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As soon as the plane landed, I went straight for the hospital after calling a taxi. I pulled my luggage with me the whole time. It wasn't hard, but it isn't that easy either.

The nurse led me to her room, leaving me alone once we were in front of it. I slowly opened the door, revealing my bedridden mom. Different lines were connected to her and she looked so sick, yet I didn't know...
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The next morning, the doctor gave her a visit, checking if her vitals were okay, basically if she was doing okay.

"She won't last long..." I looked at her sadly, not wanting to cry, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop if I did.

Her hand moved slightly as I held it. I looked at her and her eyes were slightly opened.

"(Y/n)... you should go back. What are you doing here...?"

"To take care of you eomma... sorry I wasn't here for you..." I held her hand tighter, her doing the same, until...

Her grip... her hand, wasn't holding mine anymore. A long beeping sound was heard by the heart monitor. And her eyes completely closed.

The doctor immediately called a nurse, but she really was already gone... my tears wouldn't stop as I held her hand against my face.

"Eomma... don't leave me..."

But she did. She left me there, hanging. Hanging on a branch so thin, that it was about to fall.
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