LOVE MAZE (JiKook)

DISEASE

*I'm sorry but I need to do this, it's cliche and cringey. Just kill me already!!! T_T*

"I'm sorry, but this the the truth Mr. Min. You need too take a break from your job, your school, just don't work yourself out too much," the doctor told the man in front of him who was in disbelief of what he just heard. His eyes were full of sadness, and scared? Scared of what the future would become. Scared of what he had in his body, the disease, the thing that would break every dreams he had for the future.

"So... h...how much my time left doc?" he asked shakingly.

"A year... but just don't loose hope, we'll try our best okay?" the doctor lied, he hated it but he had to because inside he was broken too by the result on the paper he was holding. He know very well there was almost no hope based from his experienced almost all his patient who had the disease might have survived longer than the prediction or worse they died earlier than the prediction, it depends. But in the end it would always end with the dead.

"A...a year???" the man sighed and covered his face with his hands. Slowy sobbed, "what would I say to Jiminie? I can't leave him..." he shooked so hard, that the doctor decided to pat his back gently to calm him down. The man in white coat then gestured the nurse beside him to leave them alone.

"Look Yoong! I'm sorry I'm so sorry..." The man in front of him still sobbed looking down. "Hey, please look at me!" the man looked up to face the doctor. "I know it's hard to take, I'll tell you this not as a doctor but as your friend, your hyung... I'll try my best okay? Not just me but you too and trust me don't worry about Jimin, he'll be okay, just don't stress yourself out! It'll just make your condition worse," he hug the sobbing man, wanted to cry too but he had to hold himself to support the man.

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Jimin's POV

I was standing in front of Yoongi's flat, I thought he didn't come home yet but his door was slightly opened. It was weird because he used to come home late at night from his studio and yet it was just 04.30 pm, yeah he was a producer and composer. He rarely came home early if it was not for a date with me or something very important or when he took a break for awhile. So I decided to enter the house, I called him but no answer then I heard a voice from his bathroom, someone was throwing up. I rushed myself to the bathroom and found Yoongi looked pale and weakly sat in front of the toilet threw everything up from his stomach into it.

"Oh my god hyung, what's wrong?" I patted his back gently. he look so sick, sweaty, pale and weak, it broke my heart to see him like that. After awhile he finally stopped from throwing up. I helped him clean himself and brought him to his bedroom. He lied there weakly, barely aware of my existance. It worried me so much. What was wrong with him? I know lately he had been acting weird and looked sicker than ever. But everytime I asked him about it he always said nothing to be worried or tried to change the topic to avoid it. He always tried to look fine in front of me, but I couldn't stop worried about him. Then there he was lying on his bed sickly.

"Hyung... should I call Jin hyung?" I wanted to call Jin hyung, Yoongi's friend who was a doctor. But Yoongi shook his head.

"I'm okay, just don't call him I don't wanna make him worried. I'll get better after a sleep, just let me sleep a moment okay?" he said weakly, and closed his eyes. I was so worried that I called Jin anyway.

It took an hour untill I heard a knock on the door. It was Jin, he looked worried too, "where is he?" I brought him to Yoongi's bedroom.

"He's still sleeping, he said he'll be okay after a sleep but just look at him hyung, it's no way he's okay I can see it he's hiding something from me." I started to be panick and cried. I felt Jin's hands wrapped around me, he hugged me to calm me down.

"Calm down...he'll be okay! Just stop crying okay? I'll check him out," he pulled away and started to check him up. It was weird that Yoongi didn't wake from it. I know he was a heavy sleeper but normally he would wake up if he got touched like that. it just made me sure that he was indeed sick or anything he would not be like that. after Jin checked him up, he took me out of the bedroom. Let me sit on couch in the living room. He sat right in front of me. He sighed and looked in distress, somehow I know there would be a bad news come from his mouth. I took a deep breath to prepare myself.

"Spill it hyung! I know there is something wrong with him," I said eagerly.

"Jimin...actually I have no right to tell you this if he himself decided not to tell you yet. But you should know and it's for the best of you two." He gulped.

" Two months ago he went to hospital to meet me and got checked up. he told me that he had been in so much and constant headache for months." I nodded because I remembered he told me too about the headache, but I thought it was just because the lack of sleep or the stress he got.

"And I'm sure you noticed it too that he keep loosing weight, didn't you?" I nodded again. For a moment he just didn't say anything, kept silent in moment just kept staring at me, his expression was full of worried and sorry. I gulped in nervousness.

He sighed, "I'm sorry Jimin, but you need to prepare yourself if the worst finally happen. He got leukimia, last stadium already."

I felt like the sky was falling down, suddenly everything around me meant nothing.

"W...what??? leukimia??? No...no... he can't be..." I cried in my hands as its covered my face.

After jin told me everything about Yoongi's disseas he left and I was lying on the bed beside Yoongi, I turned myself to face him as he was still sleeping. I silently cried, I wanted to stop but I couldn't, the tears just kept flowing from my eyes. Why didn't he tell me about it??? He must be so in pain all these times. I softly rubbed his cheek with my thumbs. After the news about his disease, I could see how skinny he was getting, I had noticed it but just never paid so much attention to it because he used to loose and gain weight easily it depends on his worked or stressed he got plus he still attended university to get his diploma. I didn't know that it would turn to be like this. I felt so much regret and afraid, afraid of loosing him.

"Just don't leave me hyung... I can't live without you," I whispered and sobbed softly. He stirred and slowly awake, I quickly looked away and wiped my tears. I looked at him again, "You awake hyung???"

"Mhhmm," he weakly responded and turned his head to face me. "What time is it?" he rubbed his eyes and slowly brought himself to sit.

"It's 09.15 PM," I said and sat my self up too. He turned his back on me while sitting on the side of the bed let his legs hung on the floor. He rubbed the fringes up which covered his forehead and sighed. . "A..are you feeling better?" I slightly chocked, couldn't contain myself I felt like I wanted to cry again.

"Yeah totally I'm feeling so much better now," he answered, tried to sound fine and happy. But I know, I know he was lying even though I couldn't see his face. My heart clenched in pain.

"You must be hungry, I'll cook some foods," I rushed out to the kitchen and broke out, I couldn't hold it anymore and I cried, bawling my eyes out there silently. I didn't want him to wait, so I started to cook while sobbing. But then I felt hands wrapping around me from behind. I startled and tried to stop my sob and wiped my tears. But he noticed it, he turned me around to face him.

"Oh Gosh, baby are you crying? What's wrong?" he soflty wiped the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Yoongi!" I couldn't hold it anymore, I jumped on him. I wrapped my hands around his neck, hold him so tight like I didn't want to let him go from my hands.

"Baby..."

"Don't leave me!!! please don't!!! I don't wanna loose you..." I cried on his shoulder. I could feel his body became tense as he realized I had discovered the secret he had been trying to hide from me. "...why don't you tell me about it??? I love you, I love you so much hyung, please don't leave me!!! please!!!" I kept crying and hugged him even tighter. He held me back tighter then I begun to feel something wet on my shoulder, he cried.

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