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And So It Begins

"Yoongi~ wake up~ I made your favorite!" His sister said while she attempted to wake up her sibling. "Yoongi!"

"Five more minutes.." He rolled on his side, covering his head with the blankets.

"Then your pancakes are going to be cold. They're not gonna eat themselves." She grabbed the blanket off of her brother's head, the morning sun shining right on his pale skin. He shut his eyes tighly, then rubbing them while rolling onto his back.

"It's too early for me to be up." He groaned.

"It's 11a.m. I think it's late for you to be up." She placed the breakfast tray onto his lap and fixed his nasal cannula. "Can you breathe okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm okay." He chuckled while stuffing a piece of fluffy pancake into his mouth. "These are good today, what did you do?"

She giggled and hugged him, kissing his head after. "I put love into it!"

"Thank you." He hugged her and continued to eat his breakfast. He enjoyed pancakes, them being his favorite breakfast. He would always be in a good mood if he got pancakes.

Today was the third week of his support group. He thought this was the most stupidest thing on Earth. Going to a group of people who also have cancer and telling them your problems- that just made Yoongi feel like they need to have pity for him.

One thing Yoongi didn't need, was pity from others. He wanted to be treated like a normal person. He didn't want people to feel bad for him. He wanted to be normal. And he got that wish on his last year of high school. They treated him as a normal human.

"Are you ready?" She picked up the empty tray as Yoongi sipped on his milk.

"Ready for group?"

She nodded.

"That's the most dumbest shit I've been to." He groaned.

"It's not dumb. It's supposed to help you." She said as she walked to the door. "Hurry and get ready. You have 30 minutes." And she walked out.

Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his oxygen tank and taking with him around his room. He brushed his teeth and hair, cleaned up his bed face, and put clean clothes on. He sprayed a good smelling cologne on himself, his mom always said he had to go out of the house smelling good or he won't go anywhere.

As he walked back into his bedroom, he felt like today was going to be a good day.

A really good day.