Jimin... (Jimin×Jungkook ff)

5

The words resonated in his head, echoing over and over.

Over and over.

Over and over.

Like a never ending loop or a broken tape.

Once he returned to his apartment, the boy lifelessly walked to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed and looking at nothing.

How could this have happened to him?

He still haven't done the many things he wanted to do, he still didn't have his first alcoholic drink, he still didnt get his first lover, heck! He didn't have his first kiss nor his first time!

Why?

What has he done wrong to have that unfortunate disease?

And so he broke down.

He can't tell his parents, they're too busy providing for him and his younger siblings, he knows he'll struggle alone, the cost of his treatment is too high.

He can't tell his friends, they have a lot of things to worry about, it's their last year and he does want to stress them out more than they already are.

He can't tell Jungkook, he has the right to stay happy and not worry too much... besides, Jimin doesn't want to be treated like a sick kid that's utterly helpless by him.

He had planned to go through this alone, but he knows he can't, and so he decided to tell his parents and although they'll most probably force him to move back, he'll try and convince them that it isn't too bad and that he can live alone.

But he knows they won't allow him to be alone, and that his mother would insist on him to move back or for her to move in with him till he is better.

IF he even gets better.

No, I will get better.

And so he packed his backpack for a small trip back to his family house, carrying bad news that'll change everybody's life, mostly his.
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"Jiminie!" Mrs. Park cried out as she excitedly hugged her oldest son, giving him multiple kisses, on his cheeks and forehead.

"Hey, ma," he smiled tiredly at her, giving her a half-assed hug as that's literally all he could do.

He is getting weaker by the day.

"Hyung!" His younger brother ran to him, knocking him down, making the fourteen year old furrow his eyebrows.

Jimin usually could hold his balance and even carry him, never once had he failed to do so no matter how strong the younger barreled into him.

"Jay," Jimin gave his brother the same tired smile, ruffling the teens hair lazily.

"Did you become thinner...?" Jay asked puzzled.

"No, it's probably your imagination, bub," Jimin said, putting his left hand on the wall to support him as he stands up slowly, "where is Jihyo?" Jimin asked, looking around.

"With a so called friend," Mr. Park said, coming through the kitchen door with a cup of Jimin's favourite drink, hot coco.

"You didn't have t- ugh," Jimin groaned, the headache has came back, his world spinning again.

Losing his hold of the wall, he slips to the floor, Jay immediatly catching him before he hurts himself.

"Hyung?!" Jay calls, alarmed.

"Jimin?!" His mom and dad yelled in unison, freaking out at their son suddenly collapsing.

"I'm fine," Jimin says breathlessly, giving a pained smile, "I need to... talk to all of you..." he said, his face turning serious.
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