𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Motivation

One month later:
I've honestly been getting better. I'm getting stronger, color started to gain in my skin again, my hair is growing back. I hate to admit that the thought of Jungkook...pursuing me-would make me want to get better, and work harder to get better.

The doctor said he may have to consider moving Jungkook into my room. He knows Jungkooks my main focus and motivation right now anyway. The doctor knows it sure would give me that extra push to clear things up with me. It makes me kinda...sad though. I'm getting better at an exhilarating rate and all of these other cancer patients. I feel like I'm winning a race I shouldn't even be in.

The only thing I can do is try to help them. I could try to convince them that even though there on the edge of life's cliff..they have to keep going. I can convince them that if they find the right motivation nothing can stop them. There's no sickness to big for the right heart.

Lost on my thoughts about being a brain cancer in recovery roll model, jungkook strolls in. "Hey love" he says with a sweet smile. "Hmm" I look up at him. "What-chu thinking about?"

"So you know how the doctor said I'm getting better? He said he's considering moving you into my room. He said it'd give me that last push to make things right again." I said smiling and looking back out the window.

"I'd love that" he said wrapping his arms around my neck. "What else is on your mind"

"Nothing really, I'm just happy I'm getting better." He paused for a while then he smiled and got all excited.

"What's up with you?" I said laughing.

"What iffff-we go an a walk" he said making every single detailed word longer and more extra. "And this time...."

"And this time?"

"We can"

"We cann?"

"(Y/n) what if we just do t come back here."

"Jungkook what are you talking about"

"Like we don't come back"

"Like we run away is what you're saying"

"Yup"

"Jungkook I'm not doing that"

"Whyyy"

"Because first off I need to get better, and second do you know how much of this shit would get put on the news?! You'd get put in prison for keeping a cancer patient hostage-"

"But I'm not-"

"Then you'd get put in a mental asylum because who knows what kind of fuckery this hospital could lie about...I do t wanna risk a life we could have for a life where we get sick and die early..."

He paused and the started to walk out. There was a quick response. "What if that's the life I wanna have with you"

"Than forget we even happened cause I'm trying to live for you...not die-" I was interrupted by a loud bang of the door. I jumped slightly. Somehow I knew that all would be ok between us.

I continued to look out the window. I noticed little white flakes floating around in the sky. A smile grew on my face as I realized this was the first snow I've seen since my mom died...