Days of Summer | j. jungkook

6: twinkle twinkle little star

"Jungkook it's time to go." Dad knocked at my door before opening it and finding me putting my hoodie on.

It's been a month since my final chemotherapy session and today my Dad is going to drive me back to the hospital for my evaluation. So far, my leg hasn't caused me any trouble. I went back to school and none of my friends knew what really happened. My life and theirs continued just the way it was before. I wonder it's the same for her.

I never got the chance to talk to her again. I heard that they went out of the country a week after I saw her. Their house has been empty since then. Is it a vacation? Or did they move away permanently?

No one knows.

She didn't have a lot of friends so no one really noticed that she was gone. Only me.

"You ready?" Dad asked as I climbed onto the passenger seat. I gave him a nod and he smiled, driving away from the house. "Hey, guess who I saw earlier at the supermarket?"

"Who?" I nonchalantly spoke while messing around with my phone, looking for a song to play in the car.

"Y/N's parents! They're back in town. Apparently, they just went to visit Y/N's grandparents." Dad chirped and glanced at me briefly to see how I'd react. "You haven't seen Y/N in awhile. Why don't we invite them over for dinner later?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response. "I guess we could? Whatever."

I do feel bad about the last time. The words I told her. I was venting out the anger that I had towards myself. The angst that resulted from my own incompetence. I am not well. I know that but I was also not trying to be better by succumbing into my own dark void. It was unfair for her. I guess I should tell her I'm sorry later.

We arrived at the hospital and I did the usual routine lab tests. Immediately after, my Dad and I were called into the Oncologist's office. He's a doctor that treats patients with Cancer like me. He greeted us warmly and that made me ease up a bit because that must mean that there's no bad news. The treatment is going well, he said.

Since I was diagnosed with this condition, I picked up a habit of reading people's expressions. It's not something I'm good at. I'm not always correct but, most of the time, I'm right.

We went home with a bunch of medications that I have to take daily. The moment we reached home, I went in and watched TV while my Dad went to invite the neighbors over later for dinner. Since earlier, I could see how excited he is. We never really had guests over since Mom passed away because my Dad focused on working and raising me by himself. He has forgotten how to enjoy his life. Instead of drinking out with friends, he stays in to cook dinner and make sure he drives me to my chemotherapy or physio appointments on time. On top of that, he has to make a living because my medications are not really cheap.

Even though I particularly dislike socializing with adults, this is the least I could do for my Dad. Besides, how bad could it be? Aside from the tedious, repetitive talk and lame jokes, I think it would go well.

"Jungkook, I'm going out to get stuff for the dinner later, wanna come with?" I heard Dad asking from the kitchen.

"I don't feel like going out." I said as I turned the TV off and head for the stairs. "I'll be in my room."

Dad uttered a quick okay before getting into the car while I grip on the stair's railing to get myself upstairs. I try not to use crutches as much as possible. My physiotherapist also advised that I practice climbing stairs on my own to get the strength in my leg back. After a few minutes, I got myself upstairs and into my bed. I laid back, sprawled like an eagle and thats when I heard a piano being played from outside. From Y/N's house.