I watched my dad, brother and mom pack my things. I blinked, i'm actually going home. After almost a year. I can't help but get happy but also feel a bit sad as I don't want to leave Taehyung.

Anyone could tell that he was heart broken once he heard I could go home. I didn't know what to say or do. I listened to him congratulate me on going home and then simply left. I grabbed a small box and placed it on my lap only for my younger brother to take it away. Thanks for making me feel useless lil brother.

I sighed, going towards Taehyung's room. I looked at his mom who was flipping through a magazine. "Taehyung?" I spoke. Taehyung turned to me and smiled lightly. "You all packed?" He asked.

"Yeah.." I moved myself towards Taehyung. Silence took over as we both sighed, my heart breaking as I saw Taehyung's facial expression change into a sad one. "I'll miss you.." Taehyung voice cracked, looking down at his fingers and fidgeting with the blanket he held.

I frowned, grabbing Taehyung's hand and kissing it multiple times. "I'll be here everyday and if I can't be here everyday, i'll FaceTime you, okay? I promise." I rubbed his hand before letting go and holding onto the bed while then pulling myself to stand.

My upper back began to ache but whatever. I leaned down, softly placing my lips against Taehyung's forehead. "Thats all I get? A simple kiss to the forehead?" I heard Taehyung scoff.

I looked at his mom before I scoffed and removed the oxygen mask and connected our lips. The kiss was slow and passionate with a hint of roughness.
I pulled away, pushing his hair back. "I love you." I spoke. Taehyung only smiled and nodded.

I sat back down on my wheelchair, smiling at him before I made my way out. Before I left the hospital, I had a small meeting with doctor Jung. Basically I had to come here every two weeks for an appointment and was to keep doing my leg exercises along with trying to walk every second day. Yeah, okay, I can do that.

I got into the vehicle by myself surprisingly but it was fucking tough considering that I didn't have control of my legs. I looked at the hospital, the echo's of doors closing and the engine starting. I sighed, sitting back and looking forward. I was glad to be going home. No more hospital. No more feeling caged. It was great.

About an hour later, I was looking at my house. Now, we would have been home way sooner but they decided to drive around and get some fast food for me. I watched my family take in the few boxes as I pushed my way up the little ramp my dad built for me.

"Welcome home Jungkook." I heard a big boom once I opened the door to my house and my eyes widened. What the fuck.

Meanwhile.
Taehyung's POV

I played with my IV, looking at the television. I sighed, turning it off and looking at the blood that leaked from my arm from playing with my IV.

"Taehyung, stop that." I heard my mom. I only shrugged and turned onto my side. I looked at her. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. It was obvious she was overly tired and I felt so bad honestly. This was all because of me and my sickness.

She worked three jobs just to care for me in the hospital. Not that I told Jungkook cause god knows what he would do. She worked almost every day and almost every hour of the day. I rarely see her. Though when I did she was always tired.

Now my dad. My dad knows i'm sick. Yet he chooses to ignore that his only son is dying. After I became sick, my dad left my mom, taking my older sister with him. Something about he can't watch me die..? Yeah, if I was him i'd leave me too.

I didn't realize it but I was crying. The sudden pain of being told that I was the reason he was leaving my mother. That he was taking my only big sister away and that was it. They both vanished out of our lives.. because of me.

My own father left me because I was sick. His blood. I am his son. He didn't believe that I would be able to fight this. I hate him so much because he was my role model. He was the person I looked up too. I hate him with everything I have.

"I hate him.." I spoke to myself, closing my eyes and turning onto my side with a slight hiss from the IV. I had to beat this sickness. I just had too. To prove him wrong. I just had to beat cancer.