A/n: hi. So... I know I said I was going to um... Finish the book before, but I didn't.

Shit happened.
Shit is still happening.

But! I will finish it now. Really. I'll update twice a week till it's finished. Enjoy the chapter if you can.

"what happened to him Mr Kim?"

"I don't know, I went out to get lunch for myself... When I got back, there was blood on his shirt and he was passed out. Why my son?" Mr Kim cries, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.

Unfortunately, Taehyung had passed out after coughing up a lot of blood.

The doctors were in his room, trying to save his life.

Jungkook had tears in his eyes as soon as Mr Kim finished his sentence.

He had called Taehyung's father to know how the love of his life was doing. Mr Kim was heading to Taehyung's room and found him looking pale, blood on his clothes and his chin, immediately calling for help.

The tears dribbled down Jungkook's chin and he didn't make an effort to wipe them off.

It hurt him that such thing was happening to his love. Why couldn't it have been anyone else?

Taehyung was a sweet person, always smiling and compassionate. Why couldn't it be some mean man who murdered people?

The doctors came out of the room after an hour of them trying to get Taehyung into the safe zone and Jungkook walking around the hospital lobby.

"Mr Kim?" the doctor called out.

Jaehyun jumped to his feet as he stared at the doctor with hopeful eyes.

"How's my son?" he asked.

"We managed to save him now, I don't know if he'll be so lucky this time. Apparently, he has a wound in one of his organs which bled and got into his lungs, making him cough up so much blood."

Jungkook stands next to Jaehyun, a sigh of relief passing his lips as the doctor said that Taehyung was safe.

"So what do we do now doctor? I'm so confused."

"We might have to take him for chemotherapy. If that's what you want of course. Like I said before, there's a thirty-seventy chance of it being successful. We could try Chemotherapy on him. If the Chemotherapy is successful, his life would be back to normal although he would take a few months to completely heal. However, if the Chemotherapy doesn't go well, he could... He could lose a lot of cells, his condition would be worse than this. His organs could fail, he'll have hair loss and a lot of unpleasant things like that."

"Thirty seventy?" Mr Kim says, "it's so little. I..."

"Or we could just... His condition isn't getting better Mr Kim. His organs are failing already. He's loosing so much blood we might have to-"

"Don't say things like that. I don't know what my-"

"You don't have to answer now, but we're running out of time. Think about it. He's currently asleep. If there's any problem you know what to do." the doctor says, walking away.

Mr Kim sighs, sitting on the waiting bench. He was conflicted. What could he do?

He didn't want to lose his only son and he doesn't his son to be in the  seventy percent chance that would fail.

"Mr Kim?" Jungkook calls, placing a hand on Jaehyun's shoulder, "I'm going to go see Tae now."

Jaehyun nods. He just couldn't see his son look so helpless and there was nothing he could do about it.

He had extremely dark rings surrounding his eyes, his hair was messy and he wasn't even dressed properly.

He was devastated. Devastated wasn't exactly a word to describe how he felt.

Jungkook sighed, taking a deep breath as he walked into Taehyung's room.

He was sound asleep, the heart monitor still beeping.

Tears filled his eyes as he burst into silent tears. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Taehyung wasn't supposed to be lying on a hospital bed, breathing through an oxygen tank.

He wasn't supposed to be fighting for his life alone.

It was all wrong.

He cried, taking a seat and settling beside Taehyung's bed.

"This wasn't the plan Tae. I'm sorry I can't do anything to make your pain lesser. Forgive me my love." Jungkook cried, a waterfall pouring from his eyes.

It was all too much. He couldn't contain the feeling of pain he had. It was so much.

It was like it was going to rip his heart apart. His heart wasn't big enough for it.

"I'm sorry Tae. I'm so sorry. I feel... I feel so useless right now." he said as he placed a kiss on Taehyung's hand softly, gently placing his hand back on the bed and running out of the room, towards the rooftop.

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Heyo!

Why is this book becoming more and more heart breaking?!

Am I conveying the emotions properly?!

I'm asking you!

Tell me!

No.

Don't mind me.

Just going to get worried for Tae.

Bai!

'peace out! 💟