"You have stage 4 stomach cancer."

You couldn't quite process the words fast enough. It came to fast and you were beyond surprised. You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. You had to count to ten a few times to regain the ability to talk, "How is that possible? I don't smoke, I don't have any vices.. I only drink on certain occasions. I take of myself well.. how can I have cancer?"

"Well.. we can't really predict cancer, as you know." The Doctor looked at you with sad eyes.

"Are you telling me that I'm dying...?" You mumbled loud enough for the doctor to hear as you stared at your knees.

"I really am sorry, Miss L/N." He replied with a neutral voice.

You drew in a cold, shaky breath. You looked up at the doctor, "How long have I got left?"

The doctor sighed, "Just under 5 months." You nodded your head slowly. "If you go in for chemotherapy, then we can add more on but I cannot assure you that this will be an easy process. Pain will always be apart of having cancer." You nodded again.

You thought about it for a second and refused the offer to have chemotherapy. There was no way you would be able to keep up with chemo with your financial status. You're even struggling to send money to your family back in Manchester. It was a good day, lovely and sunny. So, you took the longest way home. You passed by a playground and bought yourself an ice cream cone, you ate it as you sat on the swing. You didn't even know how to feel, I guess you could say you were feeling numb. You didn't expect to be dying so soon, you didn't even know how to tell your family, your friends. How do you tell Namjoon? Your husband.

It's only been a year since you married him and due to your jobs, you haven't spent the longest amount of time with each other. He's an idol and you're working as a game designer. You loved video games growing up and now you design them. You hoped that one day, you'd have your own video gaming kids right next to you. But that's impossible now, everything you've planned has all been destroyed by cancer.

It was the coldness of your house that welcome you when you opened the door. You were in your room crying definitely for more than an hour. You didn't leave your room until Namjoon came home. You fixed yourself up and made yourself look presentable.

Any moment now, he'll open the door and bring you into a warm hug. He'll ask about your day and then he'll tell you about yours. Your life wasn't like a stars, but you loved it because you're living it with someone who loves you for you. And that my friend, is a good enough reason to be happy.

You positioned yourself on the sofa and turned on the TV, waiting for your loved one to come home. The front door opened and a bag fell to the floor. Namjoon pulled you up and into a hug, his lips pecking yours, he whispered into your ear, "Guess who's actually home on time."

You smiled and held his arms, turning to face him. "I'm guessing it's my husband?"

"Good guess." He smiled lightly and kissed you again. "What do you want to eat tonight? Out or in? It's been a while since we've had a proper date..."

"You're tired though, you should get some rest." You smiled, he kissed you again, this time a little rougher. "I cooked your favourite dish."

"Really? Oh yes!" He said happily as he walked into the kitchen while holding your hand, as you had enough time. You had already set the table out for two.

While eating, he began to talk about his day. Ranging from rehearsals to making teasers, and you sat there listening to every word. You were nodding at him when he noticed something about your silence that made him uncomfortable. Namjoon didn't want to bother you and ask you what's wrong directly because he knew you won't tell him, so he started with a friendly gesture. "How was your day sweetie?"

"Oh. You know.. the usual." You answered, shrugging your shoulders lightly.

You began to feel guilty because you just lied to Namjoon. It made you lay in bed awake. Namjoon was fast asleep next you, knowing he didn't know about your condition scared you so much because you're not ready to leave him. Not now, not ever. You don't even want to die, that was the scariest part. You're not ready to feel that pain of having cancer.

You hugged Namjoon back as you buried your face into his shoulder, wetting his shirt with your tears. Your sobs woke him up and he faced you, finding you crying in the middle of the night made him pull you into a warm embrace.

"What's wrong?" He hugged you tighter, "Baby, why're you crying?"

"I'm scared... absolutely terrified..." You let out another sob, "Of not being with you..."

"Look at me, Y/N." You looked at Namjoon. The moonlight lit up his eyes in the perfect way, "I'm not leaving you. It was just a bad dream."

You let out another tear and felt it roll down your face. There was an ocean in your mind that was to far to swim across. You really hoped it was a bad dream but it's not, you hoped to wake up and be cured from everything but it doesn't work like that.

"It's not bad dream.." you mumbled.

"No, sweetheart it is. And I promise you, I will never ever leave you. I'll always be here, by your side. I'll protect you, I'll make you happy. We can start a family!" You let another tear fall.

"Do you promise?" What was the point in asking? You can't promise something you can't keep.

"I promise. Now go back to sleep, I'll be here." He kissed your forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." You said, watching his lips curl into a gorgeous smile. "I always will."

When Namjoon fell asleep, you carefully slipped out of his arms and dressed yourself. You walked into the living room and found your wedding tape, along with a photo album. The tears wouldn't stop falling as your watched. That short moment of time when you're at the highest peak of happiness ever, and then something breaks you.

Now you're sitting with a pen and a piece of paper. You're trying to write Namjoon a decent goodbye letter so when he reads it, he's at peace when you're gone. You didn't write a lot because your hands were shaking so much. The letter was very short but it was a you could do.

Namjoon, you god of destruction.

I'm really sorry for not giving you a family, instead have this shitty letter. I am so happy that I was apart of your life, but now that I'm gone, my wish is to forget everything and move on.

I love you. I always will.

Love,
Y/N

The video was cut. It stopped as Namjoon and you shared a kiss just before you left the church. You hugged yourself very tightly as the sobs returned and it took you every bit of energy you had left to stop yourself crying out loud. So you sat there, in the dark living room crying silently. Wishing you could be with him a little longer.

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This was inspired by another one I read, I can't exactly remember where....

I have just realised that I haven't been doing Jungkook ones, hear me out, I'm writing them, believe me. I'm just forgetting to upload.

I have one written and I'll post it sometime soon :3