27 days left.

It was Thursday and the weekend was closing in which made me even more impatient for it to come.

I had already told Jungkook that he was mine this weekend, to which he just laughed and accepted. He knew he'd probably be hanging with me anyway.

I never really cared for fishing, but I thought that catching a fish was just one of the things you had to experience in life. Not because it's an essential skill, but because it was a cliché thing that many people had tried, and I wouldn't want to be the one that hadn't. I had never tried fishing before and neither had Jungkook. But the thought of us clueless of what to do just made me more excited. It was gonna be so much fun, I just knew it.

But it was still Thursday two days away from the weekend.

Despite my impatience, the day today had went by quite fast. I had had no classes today and one of my friends had a cancelled class, so we went to get lunch together. It was a friend I'd gotten to know through Jungkook back in high school. We were never really close, but I had always appreciated her as a good friend whom I could always count on. She was also a part of Jungkook's and my friend group. Yuna was her name.

We met up at a cafe near campus. We went to the same university, though we had no classes together.

During our lunch together I was on the verge of telling her what was going on. I really wanted to. I only thought it would be right to tell her, she's my friend.

But I just couldn't seem to get the words off my tongue.

I mean, how would I just casually tell her that I didn't have much time left?

It was maybe unfair of me to find it hard to tell my friends what was going on. They couldn't just wake up one day with the bad news, right? That'd be too unjust and immature of me.

But wasn't it also unfair that I had to go around with the burden of telling everyone I knew what my situation was? Wasn't it unfair if I had to watch them all try to hold back from breaking into tears in front of me?

It would beat me up, suffocate me and I may even get depressed. I too was sad that I didn't have much time left. I didn't want to leave either. And I didn't want to regret my last weeks on earth if they were spent of being depressed about my future. I had to stay positive and live in the moment. And it'd be too hard if all the people around me were grieving.

So I selfishly told her my goodbyes after I accompanied her back to campus and before I left, without telling her what I should've.

Later in the day, after a few hours of unnecessary frustration over a stupid, twistable cube with colors on it, Jungkook came over.

He'd been in the studio all day, nevertheless he went straight to my apartment as his producing coach had let him off.

We usually hung out at my apartment and not his, due to Jungkook having a roommate.

Taehyung was a mutual friend of Jungkook and I, and I didn't mind spending time with both of them, but I think Jungkook preferred spending time alone with me and vice versa - we were best friends after all. Besides Taehyung was a much extroverted person who, whenever we were at Jungkook's place, would interrogate me about Jungkook's and my relationship. Even though he was our friend, he always doubted our statement of being best friends and that only. He was a part of our friend group too.

Currently, Jungkook and I were sitting on the floor of my combined kitchen and living room, leaning against the small, marigold yellow, velvet couch I had. We were watching the newest episode of a series we started a while ago on my laptop. Behind the screen, empty food boxes were messily spread on the tiny table in front of us as we had ordered in.

I got up from my spot and went to my room shortly to grab something from one of the paper bags I brought home earlier when I had went shopping.

It was something I had planned, and I was excited to see Jungkook's response.

When I exited my room and entered my living room again, Jungkook was still too consumed by the show running on my laptop to even notice my absence.

The sight made me smile as I got deja vu to the many times before we'd watched dramas and eaten take away at my place. I spaced out for almost a couple of minutes as I enjoyed and appreciated the moment and the boy who'd stuck with me for so long.

The thought even stroke me if this would be one of the last times we did this.

I spaced back in as Jungkook turned his head around with a confused expression on his face as he found me just standing in the doorframe to my room.

"What are you standing there for?" He questioned, his eyes lowering to the small box in my hand, "What's that?"

"Pause the show, will you?" I ignored his question for now and went to sit on the couch behind him. He paused the show without further question, but merely with a questioning look.

I extended the box in my hand for him to take. He took it and examined it quickly before looking up at me with raised brows, "You want to dye your hair?"

I nodded and hummed approvingly.

He turned to examine the box with hair dye again, "You want to dye it blue?"

"Yeah." I replied simply, awaiting a reaction.

Jungkook had dyed his hair a few times after graduating high school. He'd been light brown for about a whole year before going blonde. He wasn't satisfied with the blonde color, so shortly after, he dyed his hair back to his natural dark color which had been the same since. I loved his dark and wavy hair which he often let me play with.

"Cool, let's do it." Jungkook exclaimed enthusiastically and stood up from his spot on the floor.

"Well not all of it, only the tips." I hastily said, my doubts about the idea showing. His sudden enthusiasm scared me and actually I wasn't very fond of the idea of dyeing my hair. I just thought of it to be another thing one had to try in their life. And a small change wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Why only that?"

"Because it's my decision." I replied quick-witted.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. It's not my hair that needs to be dyed anyway." He shrugged it off.

I stood still, looking at him with pleading eyes. It seemed as Jungkook understood what I was asking without words as his eyes grew big before shaking his head and his hands started swaying in front of him, "No way Y/n. I like my hair."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes visibly making sure he wouldn't miss my disappointment in him, but it didn't sway him as he stubbornly stuck by his decision.

"Fine, you don't have to." I grunted, "Come on." I gestured for him to follow me to the bathroom.

"Jungkook, at least try to do it properly." I snarled, noticing the way he seemed to be rushing through dyeing my hair.

"I am doing it properly." He replied locking eyes with me through the mirror, "Tell me again who's dyed his hair multiple times before." He challenged.

I rolled my eyes, "You're not a professional for that reason. Besides, my hair is long, be more thorough."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at me as if I was acting stupid, before he kept massaging the dye into the ends of my hair.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew by his look he meant for me to calm down, and to be honest I was kind of on my tippy toes for the whole dyeing session. I was anxious something was gonna go wrong and I would look terrible for the rest of my days. Literally.

I pulled out my wrist on which I got the tattoo almost a week ago. It wasn't really like some ink marked into my skin was gonna make me worry less just because it said so, but it at least made me think of something else.

I got a fucking tattoo

I'm crazy

"Whoops... No!" Jungkook uttered from behind me.

"What!? What happened?" The words rushed out of my mouth, immediately thinking the worst things, "Jungkook what!?"

When I looked into the mirror, Jungkook was looking down, as if he had his eyes fixated on something.

I turned around rapidly to see what he'd done. When I looked down, a tiny blue spot had formed on Jungkook's white socks.

"I spilled on my sock." Jungkook said with a rather charming smile that actually made me calm down from my sudden stress and thoughts.

A sigh of relief left my mouth, followed by a chuckle, "You're an idiot."

"Hey, what now?" He questioned oblivious of the panic that rushed through my mind just because he spilled some dye on one of his many pairs of socks, "These were my favorite pair."

He's really an idiot, I laughed at the thought to myself before turning around so Jungkook could continue dyeing my hair in a rather hurried manner.

About 50 minutes later, the time spent with finishing the episode we started earlier, I went to the bathroom to remove the tinfoil and wash my hair.

Jungkook was in the kitchen making ramen as if we didn't eat less than two hours ago, but knowing him, I didn't expect anything else.

After I got out of the shower, I stood in front of the mirror with closed eyes. I had watched the blue water run down my body in the shower, but refused to look at my hair. I rather wanted to wait to see the final result through the mirror and not only what I could see from looking down my body.

When I opened my eyes, after getting dressed, I didn't know how to react. The blue was so pretty and even though it wasn't done professionally, it looked rather good. But the new look was something I had to get used to and I would lie if I said I liked the look on me at first sight.

A knock sounded, followed by Jungkook's voice coming from the other side of the door, "Are you dead in there? Let me in, I want to see it."

I ignored him at first, observing myself in the mirror for a little longer.

"Come on Y/n, I can hear the water stopped running."

"Okay, but... don't laugh, please." I said before hesitantly unlocking the door.

"I'd never laugh- Woah." Jungkook expressed as I opened the door.

"What? Don't lie to me."

Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment, extending his arm to touch the ends of my hair, "Hey!" I warned slapping his hand away, "I'm not a doll."

"Let's blow dry it." He suggested, moving past me into the bathroom.

I turned around, mouth slightly agape, "You're not even gonna say anything?"

Jungkook plugged the blowdryer in and told me to get closer to him so he could blow dry it. I shook my head, crossing my hands over my chest.

"How does it look?"

"It looks good." He simply replied, repeating his gesture for me to get closer.

"Jungkook, why are you acting like this? Does it really look that bad?" I spoke suddenly getting insecure about my new look.

I knew I had to grow used to it and he had too, but he could've at least tried to make me feel good about it.

Jungkook put down the blowdryer and walked over to me. He placed his finger to my chin, making me look up at him, "You look very pretty, it suits you." He smiled reassuringly.

I scrunched my nose at him, not believing him one hundred percent.

"I'm telling the truth Y/n. I just got a little caught off guard at first. You look like a badass now, less like my princess." He joked and turned around to grab the blow dryer again.

"My princess"

He'd called me princess ever since we first started talking during the biology project in high school. Despite my positivity, he'd told me I was stubborn, had strong opinions and seemed like I was used to getting things my way. But he also told me I was kind, considerate, passionate and seemed to be rather confident in my own abilities. Like a princess.

But why did my skin grow hot when he called me his princess? Why did it feel like my heart skipped a beat and that I was out of breath, that being the first time the reason wasn't my lung cancer?

All, only because of a single possessive adjective - my.

Without thinking too much about it, I just went and stood in front of the mirror. Jungkook turned on the blowdryer and started drying my hair.

When it was all dry and slightly puffy, we both stood for a moment, trying to grow used to the look on me.

"Okay fine, let's do it." Jungkook said with almost a sigh.

"Do what?" I spoke, looking him in the eyes through the mirror.

"Dye my hair." He suggested and a smile formed on my lips. I immediately went to grab a new set of latex gloves so I could get started before he changed his mind, "But only the tips!" He called after me.

AN:
What I imagined the hair color to look like, but with the blue starting further down:

And here's Jungkook with the matching hair :3