With many things happening so fast in his 17 years long life, Seokjin could barely remember how he got to where he was, all he knew is that he's sick. Very sick. Orphaned after an accident he could barely recall and only saw in his nightmares, he wa...
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"Mom... Mom..."
"Seokjin-ah..."
"Mom..."
"Seokjin stop it you're hurting yourself... let's go back to your room... please Seokjin..."
"I want... my mom..."
The atmosphere was tense... little Seokjin was thrown on his mother's body like a dead corpse, mumbling her name over and over, hoping to hear an answer from her.
And Seokjung was a crying mess, watching his little brother having a hard time breathing, wheezing and choking.
Everything happened so fast, he woke up and asked him about his mother. Seokjung made the very mistake of telling him the truth, and that she had donated her heart to him.
What a mistake. Because Seokjin immediately got up and removed every wire from himself randomly, even the breathing mask although he needed it to breath, he didn't care.
And now there he was, on his dead mother, his tears drawing lines on his sickly pale cheeks, his small blue trembling lips mumbling or whispering the word "Mom" again and again.
Seokjung knew that at this rhythm his only brother was going to be out of breath and die. He now officially had the heart disease, and the treatment had just started.
Seokjin was classified as too young for such kind of treatment, so he needed extra medical care for the treatment to be operational, especially with his weak body.
"Seokjin-ah... come on baby..." Seokjung cried and grabbed his brother's waist and gently pulled him, signalling his small hands to let go of the sheets his mother was covered with. But his hands gripped on them even tighter and his coughs filled the room.
He was definitely going to die if it kept going that way!
They wouldn't force him off, it might hurt him and get his condition to be way worse. But they child was also so stubborn and wouldn't budge, he didn't want to believe that his beloved mother gave him her heart and now he wasn't going to see her again.
He preferred to die... It wasn't what he wanted...
"Why did she do that...?"
Hoseok approached this time, and looked down at the pale child for a moment, then caressed his hair gently.
"Seokjin-ah... Mommy did this because she loves you okay?"
"I want my Mom..."
"I know that... but she wouldn't want you to hurt yourself right?"
Silence...
"Listen to me Seokjin..." Hoseok told him, as gently as he could, feeling so bad that he had to take him away from his mother. "If you stay here, you're not going to recover... And you don't want that right?"
