The Air We Breathe || JUNGKOOK

Chapter 1

"No." I hiss, crossing my arms, leaning against my bed.

My teeth grit together and my fingertips dug into my forearms as my caretaker tried to make me take the pills.

"Please Y/N. Don't make this more difficult than it already it." She pleads as I eye the pills in her hand carefully, as if they would be the cause of my death with one swallow. You would think I would be used to taking those powdery covered capsules, for I have been taking them since I first got sick.

I snatch the pills from her hand and put them in my mouth and swallow them before she could give me any water to wash them down. I cross my arms once again and lean against the bed frame.

"Thank you." She says smiling thankfully before setting the glass on my nightstand and rubbing her eyes, exhausted. 

I felt bad, I know she was doing the best she could. Considering she was the only one I had when it came to my health, I am forever thankful. One can get so frustrated with the struggles they have to endure if they are like me.

Not many are. 

You see, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, I am 21 years old and is suffering from a life-threatening disorder called CF, or Cystic Fibrosa. Sounds disgusting doesn't it? Tell me about it, I was diagnosed when I was 10.

Basically, I haven't been able to breathe correctly, or digest properly since I exited the womb/ Mucus blocks my airway and interrupts my digestive--

I won't bore you with the details, it's irrelevant for the time being and I'm too tired to even get the basis of it down. "Do you want something to eat Y/N?" My caretaker Emily asks, checking my symptoms and making sure I was healthy for the time being until my next episode. I shake my head, chewing on my bottom lip. "No, I'm fine." I whisper, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and adjusting the hospital blankets, covering my legs.

"Y/N, you can't keep skipping meals because you're afraid to eat." She says crossing her arms looking down at me disappointed.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't want to cough up blood or shit out liquid." I retort taking a deep breath, feeling my lungs tickle. Emily rolls her eyes, picking up my mask and handing it to me with her gloved hand. 

I take it, removing the oxygen ring producing fresh air into my nostrils and push it against my face, hooking the straps onto my ears and pushing my hair behind my shoulders before Emily takes my hand, helping me out of bed and opens the door to my room. "I can walk Emily." I grunt trying to remove my arm from her grasp as she lets go of me and sticking her hands in her pockets.

"Where are you taking me? You know I can't leave the hospital yet." I ask as we make our way down the blank hallways of the hospital. I look around me and see all too familiar faces of Doctors and Nurses walking past us eyeing me down with a smile.

A pity filled smile.

"You need your daily treatment injection, Doctor Su would prefer you to come to the main medication area rather than him always come to you so you can walk around." Emily says.

"How considerate, Never thought I would leave that place." I roll my eyes as she opens the door for me to the main treatment facility.

I see Dr. Su at the opposite side of the room holding a clipboard, talking to another patient with an IV sticking out of his arm. Emily waved her hand, calling Dr. Su's name until she turned around and smiled at me pointing to a bed, on the other side of the curtain she was in with the patient. 

I look at the patient who had the needle in his arm and see that him too, was wearing a mask. It was black, just like his midnight colored hair, and his  large doe eyes,