I sat on the park bench next to Jimin. It was a warm summer day, not a cloud in the sky. We were both too awkward to hold a conversation but not too shy to ask a question.
"So where is your dad?" I asked him.
"He left before I was born. My mom was basically a one night stand to him." He said. "He dropped my insurance on everything and pays a thousand dollars less for my child support."
"That's horrible." I looked at him, giving him a frown.
"If he doesn't care about me then I don't care about him. What's the point?" He chuckled at his own statement. I don't know what he found funny about that. That really is horrible.
"What about you?"
"My dad works basically all day and night and I never see him unless I'm up at 2am when he gets home. My mom is a stay at home mom because she has to take care of me. Although I don't want her to because I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself." I said with confidence.
"Doesnt seem that way." He mumbled.
"Hah?"
"Nothing! Can we go to the swings?"
"Yeah sure."
We headed to the swing set, thankfully no one was there. Jimin got on the swing, but I didn't. I figured I'd push him or just watch him. I'm not one who gets on childish things.
"Aren't you gonna get on?" He asked while trying to push himself, but couldn't exactly reach the bottom with his foot.
"Nah," I said as I walked behind him and began to push him lightly. "I don't do swings."
"Oh." He said while he swung his legs back and fourth. He was really the cutest thing a person could see.
The way his hair moved when he went back and fourth, how his eyes lit up as he got higher, how his lips began to form a smile even in our silence. The two of us just being together was nice. Even if we didn't exchange many words.
I'm surprised he hasn't asked why I'm carrying a big ass oxygen tank around yet. Most people ask "what's that?" the second they see me. It's really annoying honestly, but I'm so used to it.
Maybe he already knows? Maybe his mom told him? Or maybe he doesn't like getting into people's lives. Or getting caught in their problems. Maybe I'm overthinking. I should stop.
Before I new it, something hit my face, and I blacked out.
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ФанфикA young boy, Min Yoongi, at the age of 19 was diagnosed with Stage 4 Thyroid cancer with metastasis forming in his lungs. Every day he fights this and succeeds. He then meets a boy that shows up at his therapy group, and the tables turn dramatically...
