y/n and Taehyung were best friends that ended up doing something questionable on a drunk night. since then, they both agreed that they needed intimacy without a serious relationship. so they stayed friends and satisfied each other. But everything ch...
We pulled up in front of my house- i would get changed first and then we'd go to Jungkooks house so he could.
"Don't take too long" he said as I was getting out of the car. I glanced back at him, confused. "Hey, you're not staying out here, come inside" He stared at my face for a minute and then nodded his head, following me into my house.
"Wait here" I said, pointing to the couch. With that, I ran up the stairs into my room. I pulled on a plain top with a denim skirt, sheer tights, an oversized leather jacket and doc martins
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I spritzed my favourite Chanel perfume and ran downstairs to find Jungkook watching videos of cute kittens and puppies. "Hey, I think I'm cuter than that kitten" I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. He glanced at me and his jaw dropped. " WHOOAAAAAA" he screamed, eyes wide open. I rolled my eyes, smiling and secretly loving his response.
We then went to his house, he got changed and we went to a drive through fast food place on the way, then back at the hospital.
Just as we walked in, I saw the doctor speaking to my mother in hushed tones. They didn't realise that we had come in and I stood where I was, listening.
"He has a different blood type to you and your daughter, and needs a transfusion as soon as possible. He had lost a lot of blood. If we don't find a donor soon, I'm afraid we are not in control of what happens next"
My mother's worried eyes flickered in our direction and she plastered a smile on her face. "Oh you're back. Your father is making excellent progress, the doctor was just informing me" she said, her fake smile was almost reaching her ears. I stared at her face, her eyes were pleading for me not to find out.
"So what was that about a blood transfusion, doctor?" I asked. My mother's face had dropped back into a worried one.
"As I was saying, you and your mother's blood type is AB+ and your fathers is O+"
"And there are absolutely no blood donors in that could help?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. I had never felt as useless in my life as I had felt now. I glanced at my father, the mask over his mouth, eyelids weighed down by the heavy sleep that he may never wake from.
