A 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...
I stared at a picture of me and my ex boyfriend as I sat on my bed. I was going to burn it but I just couldn't.
I was in a red hoodie with black pants. My hand was covering my mouth and nose. Hoseok was wearing a light pink shirt with an orange beanie.
That's when we thought we'd look cool with color streaks in our hair... I had blue while he had pink.
We knew each other for about three years and dated for not even one year. He never talked about his family or life in detail. All I knew was he had a step brother, a father, and a step mother.
I placed the picture at the bottom of my drawer where I couldn't see it. I don't want to remember our breakup- it hurts to even think about him.
"Yoongi!" My sister knocked on my door that was locked. I quickly got up and opened it.
"Ye-"
"We have to leave now!" She yelled and jumped, running into her room.
"What? Why?!" I yelled back, rolling my oxegyn behind me as I followed her.
"Pack your stuff! We're going to go to Busan! Now!" She said as she stuffed her clothes into two suitcases, it looked like a lot of clothes.
I went back to my room, grabbing a weeks worth of clothes. We weren't going to stay long at least so I wouldn't be without Jimin.
I quickly texted him, letting him know the last minute info.
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With the amount of hearts Jimin sent, my own heart fluttered. I felt something for him. "Fuck it I'm falling for him." I groaned and threw my phone across the bed as I laid down on it.
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We sat on the silent train, heading to Busan to see my cousin, Jungkook, graduate.
My fingers gripped my phone tightly as my heart began to pound a bit fast for no reason. I began to get nervous at what the doctor has told me, but I just rolled my eyes and said 'whatever'.
I can't die yet! There's no way in this Earth that getting on a frickin train will kill me. That's the most dumbest logic I've heard.
I constantly checked my phone, it now being almost 5 in the morning. I was not a morning person either, but today was different since I was going to Busan for the first time in my life.
How it lights up at night is just so beautiful and, being as pale as I am, I want to actually go to a beach. I mean, yeah, Daegu is pretty at night too but I've lived here my whole life. I want something new.
It's like eating the same thing every day at every meal. That gets boring.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cold glass. I felt my sister lean her head on my shoulder, as she was sitting next to me.
