𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

73- Sunwoo & Hyunjae (Pt. 1)

3.5.19
genre: fluff, angst
SUNWOO & HYUNJAE - requested by Thinzar__1114
length: 3 parts
POV: 1st & reader insert
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disclaimer: some of my information here may be incorrect. i did my best in researching briefly about this, but i do not know to the full extent, so if i do get some pieces of information wrong, then kindly correct me. i do not mean to insult or to make fun of anyone with this diagnosis.

Fatigued, I was having a hard time with the persisting headache and the drowsiness stirring in my mind. I was also having a difficult time paying attention in class.

Damn, I should've told my dad.

Even through the period of chemotherapy, I was still not recovering as quickly as other patients. And my reaction to some of the therapy wasn't so swell, so it was a surprise I even managed to come to school today.

I eventually gave up on my cure for blood cancer. My family wasn't rich enough to keep spending money on me like this, and I didn't want to stress my family out even more than they already were. I wanted them to stop worrying about me, because I wanted to end all of this.

"Y/N, you okay? You don't look so well.. Want me to call the nurse and ask her to take you home or to the hospital?" Hyunjae whispered to me, tapping me gently on the shoulder.

Hyunjae being my childhood friend, of course he was one of the first to know about my blood cancer.

"No, no, I'm fine," I shook my head. My skin was being awfully irritable, and I couldn't help but keep itching and picking at a rash on my forearm, but my hand was eventually slapped away by Hyunjae.

"Stop doing that," He scolded.

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care? And what does it matter? I'm going to die anyway."

"Y/N." His gaze darkened and his voice deepened, sending chills down my spine. "Don't say that again. You're not giving up that easily."

"Geez, geez, okay old man," I backed off. "Whatever you say."

Hyunjae's gaze lingered on me for a few more seconds before turning away with a loud exhale, enough to get the attention of the teacher and get scolded for a good minute, the class erupting with laughter.

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Back at the hospital, after getting the usual routine of injected drugs, checking blood pressure, etc, I was free to do whatever I wanted since my headache had subsided and the itching was numbed.

In my scrubs, I walked slowly down the hallway, passing by rushing doctors and nurses and visitors.

The hospital was suffocating.

The air was tainted with disease, sickness, and was polluted with the cries of the dead and the helplessness of the patients who were slowly rotting away, fouling the halls and the rooms.

No one could smell it. No one could see it. But the people that have been in here the longest and those with illnesses that have been clinging onto them for their entire lives recognize it. The scent of failure.

I hated it. It was choking me and making me gag, like a constant reminder of my own nightmare: the end of my life.

Though I had already given up and given into the hands of Death, I keep finding myself being afraid of what lurks beyond those doors, behind the light, and past what lies after Death.

Maybe I'm just hallucinating, and maybe I'm just delusional. Either way, I wanted to found a place that made my mind feel free.

I climbed up the staircase slowly, not really knowing where I was headed. I just kept going up, up, up...