so...

I updated again because I want this book to finish quickly.

it's almost at the end already.

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A week later

Taehyung had decided to go for chemotherapy. The last week was spent, preparing him and his body for what was going on.

He didn't know what to expect. What if he died? Do people even die when they're doing chemotherapy?

Taehyung knew he was already losing his hair, but now it was going to be more. He'll go bald. No hair.

Would Jungkook still find him pretty if he didn't have hair?

How ugly would he even be? Will anyone be willing to look at him?

As Taehyung was wheeled into the chemotherapy room, he wondered if he would look the same by the time he came out.

And he doubted it.

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Taehyung was exhausted as he lay on his bed in the hospital.

They had decided to transfer him to a normal room and he couldn't be happier.

All of his family could pile into the room at once.

He had been on the bed for more than two hours after his first chemotherapy session and he couldn't sleep.

He was so exhausted that if there was a fire in the room and he had to run to save his life, he couldn't.

Was this how it was supposed to be?

"Tae, are you sure you're alright?" His father asked, sitting beside him.

Taehyung hummed, closing his eyes.

"I'm gonna call a doctor okay?"

Taehyung hummed again. Even without opening his eyes, he knew his father pushed the green button that was right above his bed.

Some minutes later, the doctor walked in, a nurse behind her.

"Hello Mr Kim." She greeted, walking to Taehyung.

"Hi doc. Is it normal for him to be like this? It's been two hours and he seems tired."

"Considering the fact that it's a rare kind of cancer, I can't say for sure but these signs are similar to the regular cancer."

"What signs?"

"His exhaustion. His body is fighting with the treatment so this is totally normal. It's mostly like this only on the first day."

"Oh... But isn't there something you can do? He's so tired."

"I can sedate him so he could sleep."

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah." The doctor whispers a few words to the nurse, taking a syringe from her and injecting it into the drip.

Some minutes later, Taehyung sighs lowly, falling into deep slumber.

"Thank you doc."

"It's fine." She says as she exits the room.

A few days later

Jungkook impatiently tapped his feet in the elevator as he waited for the elevator to get to the floor Taehyung's room was in.

As the elevator made the familiar 'ding' and the doors slid open, he dashed out into the hallway to Taehyung's room.

Right in front of his room, his father sat, his head in his hands, tapping his feet the same way Jungkook was doing a few moments ago.

"Mr Kim." Jungkook greeted.

The older man's head shot up and Jungkook could see his blood shot eyes. Has he been crying?

"Ah, Jungkook." He responded as he reached into his shirt pocket, grabbing his handkerchief and dabbing it against his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Jungkook asks, sitting beside him.

"No. Taehyung has been waiting for you for a while now. Go meet him."

"I'll see Tae. You're crying. Did the doctor say something?" Jungkook asks, fear filling his system.

"The doctor did say something but not about Tae in the way you're thinking."

"Then what's wrong?"

"You wouldn't understand child."

"Try me sir."

"I'm so ashamed of myself Jungkook. The doctor told me that I need to keep paying for Tae's treatment even after I begged her. I'm in a tight position right now. I don't have enough money to even pay for one chemotherapy session. I can't pay for my son's treatment. What kind of person am I?"

"A good man Mr Kim. It's not your fault-"

"Oh but it is. Why can't I work hard enough now Taehyung has to suffer because if me."

"Mr Kim, there are things that we can't control. It's not your fault that you ran out of money to help Tae. Blaming yourself isn't going to help. Tae needs to know he has you. He's strong and he's fighting for his life. The money will come. I know it. I'm going to head in to see Tae now." Jungkook said, getting up from the bench and walking into the room.

Mr Kim smiled, staring at the white wall in front of him.

He just had to believe and he'll find a way to pay for Taehyung's chemotherapy.

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so...

shit didn't hit the fan?

yeah.

still a filler.

i dunno why there's nothing hooking.

but bye

'peace out💟