BTS: Songfics/One-Shots

I'm Gonna Love You Through It

Not requested. Songfic for I'm Gonna Love You Through It by Martina McBride. Reader x Seokjin. This will be an AU and it will be set when (Y/N) and Jin are already married and have a family. I don't know if I should put a trigger warning on this or not to be honest, but this story is about cancer. One out of every four people are impacted by cancer by either getting it or someone they love getting it, and it can be very difficult to push through- being the victim or the loved one.

~* (Y/N)'s POV *~

The phone dropped from my hand and clattered onto the kitchen floor. Sobs wracked my entire body and I had to cling to the counter just to keep from falling beside the phone. The doctor had called. He confirmed that I, in fact, had multiple malignant tumors. I had breast cancer.

"자기야?" (Jagiya? (Darling/ Baby?)) My husband's distressed voice was immediately followed by hurried footsteps. Seokjin ran into the kitchen and immediately pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked, planting a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

"Th-The doctor called..." I didn't have to say anything else. I knew that he understood. He didn't say anything either, but his arms tightened around me. "어떻게?" (Eotteoke? (What do I do?)) I sobbed. "I'm only thirty-eight! Our kids are still so young- they need me!" He silenced me with a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I know that you're afraid, and I am too... but you'll never be alone. I promise you. When you're weak, I'll be strong. When you let go, I'll hold on." His voice was slightly wavering as he cupped my face and gently wiped my tears with his thumbs. I looked up and noticed his eyes were red and glossy, but he was managing to keep the tears at bay. "When you need to cry, I swear that I'll be there to dry your eyes. When you feel lost and scared to death; like you can't take one more step, just take my hand. Together, we can do it. I'm gonna love you through it."

Jin had always made me feel safe, loved and appreciated. Now, even though I was so extremely scared and vulnerable, he made me feel truly loved. His words slowed my sobs, but they didn't stop entirely. As soon as he was done speaking I hugged him close to me again.

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The surgery went great, we got it all! We caught it just in time. Unfortunately, we had to take more than we planned. The doctor's voice rang in my head for the billionth time. I had my mastectomy months ago. The cancer was in remission and my incisions had healed with minimal scarring. I had made a full recovery. Almost.

I felt like more than flesh and tissue had been taken from me. I felt like part of me was missing, and not just physically. I had to force smiles and wear Seokjin's baggy shirts just to hide what the cancer took from me. The few times I went out without a baggy shirt or hoodie, the looks on the faces of strangers made me feel like I was nothing more than some spectacle. I just wanted to feel like a woman again.

"엄마?" (Eomma? (Mom?)) Seokwon, our twelve-year-old son, gently shook my arm. "We're home..." He walked up the front steps with his eight-year-old twin sisters, MinAh and MinHee, following him. I wandered into the house, not too far behind my kids.

"여보~?" (Yeobo~?((Term of endearment for spouses.)) My husband's sing-song voice rang from the kitchen. I forced a smile as I walked in.

"Yeah, it's me. How's dinner coming along?" I asked casually. He looked over his shoulder at me with a huge grin.

"Just fine. I was hoping to have it done by the time you got home from picking the kids up from school- 야... What's wrong?" (Ya... (Hey...)) His smile suddenly dropped and he turned around to face me fully. I blinked in surprise. Seokjin really did know me better than anyone. I'm not sure if it was the look on my face or the tone in my voice, but he knew. He just knew that something was wrong. My lip quivered, and when he saw, he moved the food he was cooking onto the unlit burner. "Come here..." He said gently and cupped my face. "Did something happen today?" Tears came to my eyes as I tried to answer.

"Some moms at the school were staring again... They talked about me like I wasn't even there at all... 여보... I don't think I can do this anymore..." I whispered. As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw the hurt flash in his eyes.

"Don't say that..." He pulled me into his arms. "That's what my love is for. Do you remember what I told you when we first found out you were sick?" I nodded and buried my face in his chest. "I meant it. I'm here. When you feel weak, when you lost, when you need to cry... You're not alone in this, (Y/N)." He kissed the top of my head and I leaned back to look at him. He brushed my hair behind my ear and gave a bright, reassuring smile. "When this road gets too long, I'll be the rock you lean on. Get it?" He teased and playfully nudged me. "Because 석 can mean stone?" (Seok) He tried to cheer me up with one of his cheesy puns. It did make me smile. I hugged him close to me again, just thankful that I had such a loving and supportive man like him as my husband.

"You're right 여보. I'm sorry, it was just getting to me again..."

"걱정하지마. I know that this is hard for you. Just try to ignore them, okay? They have no idea what you've been through, or how strong and absolutely amazing you are." (Geokjeonghajima. (Don't worry.)) I smiled gently at his words, feeling much calmer and lighter. He really was my rock. He always did everything he could to help me; emotionally and physically. I leaned up and gave him a light kiss.

"고마워요, 여보." (Gomawoyo, yeobo. (Thank you, yeobo.)) I said genuinely, though, I playfully nudged his arm. "Can I help you finish up dinner?"