𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTENT PLEASE LEAVE IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ I AM NOT PICKING ON, MOCKING, OR PUTTING DOWN PEOPLE WITH BRAIN CANCER.

Your POV.
Jungkook and I were inside. It was still night, roughly 3:30. "What if I ask one of the nurses if I can stay in here with you." I looked up at Jungkook who was standing behind my chair. "I mean since you are...dying".

"Jungkook, I haven't told you what I'm dying of...have I"

"N-no.."

"....Brain cancer.."

I saw his eyes widen in the reflection in the mirror.  He looked away real quick. "Some side affects are..loosing memory."

"So you're just gonna forget...forget everything we've ever done."

"Jungkook please!"

"No!...how come you never...never! thought to-to tell me about this."

"Because I never wanted to hurt you!"

"And some how protecting me is not telling me?!"

"No! I just..Jungkook you couldn't even remember we were together until..."

"Until I did find out and it hurt even more that you didn't tell me!"

"Jungkook I'm sorry!!..." I dropped to my knees. "I'm sorry all I wanted to do was make you happy, I'm sorry I thought that not telling you would protect you, I'm sorry I'm a horrible fuck up...but I swear to God!! I'm trying my best to get better. I never asked for this goddamn cancer, nor the memory loss, all I asked for was you to be happy....but all I got was fucking cancer!" I saw the look on his face. "You know I'm really trying" I said facing the floor, tears making a small puddle.

"Babe...." that word that slipped out of his mouth completely froze me. I looked up quickly, starring at his mouth. "W-What?"

"Babe.." he blushed as he said it a second time. I stood up feeling like I was carrying one million chains but In reality was just a bunch of machines hooked up and wired to my body. I slowly shuffled my feet towards him, my foot dragging in pain.

I was so close to him, clinging to his navy blue shirt the nurses let him wear. I slides my hands up his shoulders to his face. His cheek bones were bulging. I could tell he hadn't eaten in days. His skin was pale and sickly looking. His eyes dark like world pools that could suck you in. His lips were fairly pale. Every part of this man made me want to kiss him.

His breath was radiating to my nose. I swear I could hear a heart beat. I watched as his eyes shifted to look at my lips. He bit his. His dimple showing. He wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me in. The next thing I knew we were kissing. Every single second seemed like it was only half. We must have kissed for 3o seconds before he pulled away. "Are you...hurting?" he asked. I nodded no and we continued. This time he picked me up. He placed me in the bed he was kneeling and my feet were hanging off the bed. My hospital gown rolled up so you could see a big amount of my legs. My ankle bracelet hung there, clinging to me as if I was vital. Even though we were sickly and the room was dark, the outside was hazy, this memory was vivid.

His hands got lower and lower until they were on my thighs. He moved over to my ear and whispered "your skin is so soft.." as he rubbed his hands up and down my legs. "I missed it". His deep voice made me shiver, but not the bad shiver..the good shiver. He moved his lips down to my neck and shifted slightly across my collar bone. He pulled the gown down a sliver so he could kiss my shoulder.

I pointed my toes and arched my back. His hand was on the side of my thigh now. "I know you can't do much and I don't want to hurt you" Jungkook said against my skin "so when you get better we'll do this again." He smirked.

"Jungkook please, I may not get another chance-"

"You will...you most definitely will, I'll make sure of it" he walked out of the room. I sat there relaxing. I felt all alone again, I wanted him to come back. I don't care how hard it'll be...I'm not going to die because of my fucking brain cancer.