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"The bad news is..."

"She has less than two days left."

Yoongi dropped his phone, leaving it cracked. He knew she had a little time left, but he didn't expect it to go that fast. His tears fell, his soul went dead.

"Wait- no. Are you sure? Maybe you misdiagnosed. Can't she have a week at least? That can't be true." His breathing got uneven.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Min." He bowed. "I have to get going now, I have another patient to attend to. Once again, I'm really sorry about the situation. I will have to go first," He insisted as he walked away from the scene, leaving Yoongi dumbfounded.

He held the wall to keep his balance as he sobbed harder and louder, the stream of tears on his cheeks flowing more since the first one broke free. He pursed his lips to contain the cries of his, but failed. He didn't care about his phone, about his parents asking him if he was okay.

Where's the happiness we've dreamed about?

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"Ma'am, there's someone who'd like to visit you." A nurse said, as she weakly sat up, putting pressure on her palms touching the hospital bed to support her own weight . She groaned as she found it difficult to sit due to the lack of energy she has.

The door opened to reveal her step-brother, Seungcheol. As soon as he stepped a foot in the cold room, he immediately rushed to her, helping her sit up. "Yah, don't try too hard if you can't." He convinced.

As she finally properly sat up, she sighed and weakly smiled. "What brings you here?"

"What do you mean 'What brings you here?' You're dying! Are you kidding me?!" He exclaimed. "I fucking hate you. I fucking do!"

"Woah calm down." She held his shoulder.

"How?! You're so stubborn, why do you have to be so childish? Don't you know how much I'm suffering because of you? How much dad is suffering because of you?!"

She scoffed at the word, 'dad'. "Oh come on, who are you joking?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

He sadly sighed.

"Abbie-yah . . ." He started off. "Dad have been crying because of you. You don't know how much he's suffering. He keeps on saying that he regrets cheating on mom, that he regrets shouting on you that time. He's outside now, he doesn't want to see you, he's too guilty to do so."

"Oh, who are you kidding." She rolled her eyes out of disbelief.

"Believe me, Abbie-yah. Why don't you give him a chance to talk to you? He's been waiting to do so. He wanted to explain himself. Give him... one last chance? Please?"

She sighed, and had no other choice but to do so. It took a while before she could answer, but she managed to mutter an "Okay" before pulling her blanket up.

"I- I'll let him in now, okay?"

She slowly nodded, looking at the dorsal side of her hand with wires and a needle stuck on it.