P.O.V. Yoongi.
I groan as I walk out of my room. I was hungry.
"Good morning mom." I say as I pour myself some cereal. I quietly eat it before I get a phone call.
"Ah, it's Doctor Ye." I say.
"Yoongi." I say.
"Hello Yoongi, I just got back your test results. Are you with your mom?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"Alright, I'm sorry to say this but, things aren't looking good. I think it's best if you come by this afternoon. I have a spot at around 4 P.M. if that works." He says. My world crumbles a little bit again.
"Y-yeah that's fine. See you then." I say and end the call.
"What'd he say?" Mom asks. I can't worry her right now.
"We need to swing by at 4, it's not looking good." I say. She falls silent. I stand up and walk into my room. This can't be happening. Could it seriously be back, after all those years of struggling I am finally better and then this shit happens. I get fucking sick again. I grab the thing nearest to me, that being a book, and throw it at the wall, other stuff soon following. I curl up in my bed and stare at the empty space next to me. Hobi. How am I gonna tell Hobi? And the guys? Jesus Christ. I play some music as I calm down. Soon enough it was 4 and mom drives me to the hospital. We didn't say anything to each other, both scared of saying the wrong things. Doc Ye was already waiting for us. He gives us a sad smile and we follow him to his office.
"Yoongi, I am not gonna turn around it all, the test results told us your Leukemia has returned, stronger this time." He says. I ball my hands into a fist.
"How much stronger?" I ask.
"There's no change of you getting better." He says. My head shoots up.
"What? No, can't we do another transplant o-or chemo. Is there nothing?" I ask.
"I'm sorry Yoongi, a transplant won't help and chemo will only lengthen your life. It's up to you if you want to continue." He says.
"If I stop, how long do I have?" I ask. He sighs.
"It's still in a early stage but, it's extremely aggressive, I would say 2 years, 3 tops." He says. I nod.
"Then I want that." I say. He nods.
"But-" Mom says. I shake my head.
"Mom, with Chemo I'll just be sick 90% of the time. I'd rather spend that time by making memories than being sick." I say. She starts tearing up. I wrap my arms around her.
"Okay, we will do monthly check ups at first. I'm sorry Yoongi, I truly wish you the best." He says. I smile and nod. We get up and I decide to drive.
"You need to tell Hoseok, and the others." She says as we stop in front of our house. I nod.
"I am going over, I was planning to already." I say. She nods.
"Be safe." She says. I nod and drive off. I sigh. This was gonna be hard as hell.
