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It was a regular Tuesday for most people in Seoul. It was around noon and the sun was shining as it had done all week so far. It made the streets more busy as people decided to go for a walk instead of staying home. Even some people at work chose to spend their lunch break on finding a bench outside to sit on and enjoy the mid-spring weather.

Jungkook had late lessons today.

While others had been up for hours, he had only just woken up when the clock struck a little past 12.

He loved sleeping in, but if he had to choose, he'd rather have morning and early afternoon lessons than the evening ones. Most of his friends were either in school or at work at this hour, which resulted in him feeling quite lonely as he woke up to an empty apartment and no message replies.

But lately there had always been one person he could count on. A person that weirdly enough had had a lot of free time and much less classes than usually. She'd blamed it on that she wanted more time for other things, such as live a normal and less stressful everyday life. He never questioned it.

And that person was me.

Jungkook had never looked much into nor pried about why I was having online classes. He was just happy that I was more available and easier to find time to hang out with.

But today, he felt he couldn't just make a simple call like he used to.

He hadn't seen me since two days ago.

That wasn't too unusual.

We hadn't texted nor called.

That was unusual.

We separated that Sunday on a quite bad note. Jungkook could see the disappointment in my eyes, but still he didn't understand.

We can just hang another day.

Why was she so upset about it?

She has never cared for flowers. She's never cared for doing such spontaneous things. Why does she have so many things she wants to do? And why did she get so upset I couldn't do it this once?

Jungkook felt bitter that I didn't text him.

It was me who overreacted. Why would I not text him for almost two full days?

Jungkook had other plans that day. It wasn't like he was rejecting me. He even said we could hang another day. Was he supposed to always drop everything he was doing to spend time with me? Was his world supposed to revolve around me?

Today he woke up feeling even more annoyed.

Why the fuck was I so stubborn?

Why wouldn't I just give him a single call or at least a simple text?

I didn't do anything wrong, right?

Jungkook shook his head and grabbed his phone to check if any notifications had arrived. A few had, but none were from me.

He went to contacts and pressed my contact. He looked at it for a few minutes.

Do I really have to?

Despite the fact that he believed I had been overreacting, Jungkook felt like he also was slightly at fault for acting out about such a stupid thing. He felt like he was wrong for that. But he knew I was not telling him something. It frustrated him.

He'd felt like that for a while now.

There was something I wasn't telling him. He saw right through my eyes. I was keeping something to myself. My eyes were disclosing and I was easy to decipher. There were words I kept ceiled behind my lips and feelings I shielded with my smile. And that was why he had reacted a little off. He knew I was keeping a secret. That was why he had grown slightly agitated. But he apologized rather quickly afterwards. He couldn't be mad at me for long, that being even a few minutes. I would tell him when the time was right, he thought.

Jungkook's finger hovered hesitantly over the call button. It was supposed to be me to call first. But if I really had to be that stubborn, Jungkook had to suck in his pride and call me.

And he did.

The first call went to voice mail.

It made Jungkook grunt.

Did I really ignore his call? I couldn't be that mad.

He got out of his bed, putting on some lazy clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"Goddamnit Taehyung." He bursted, when he noticed the water from the shower was still dripping. It was like he didn't even listen when Jungkook told him that it had to say click before the shower was fully turned off.

Despite living together for almost 3 years, Taehyung still hadn't grasped that it had to say click before the shower was fully turned off.

As Jungkook turned off the shower, he heard a buzzing sound coming from his room.

He almost ran to his room, eager to see My Princess♡ pop up on his screen and hear his princess' voice.

After all, beyond his frustrations, he missed me.

When he saw my name on his screen, he plopped down on the bed and accepted the call.

"Hi princess." He cooed, already forgetting that he was slightly annoyed with me.

"Hi Jungkook."

A voice that didn't exactly sound like mine sounded through the phone.

"Eomeoni?" Jungkook said surprised, recognizing the voice.

Mrs. Park, my mother hummed almost with a sigh.

Jungkook didn't say anything at first, pondering on wether to ask her how she's doing or why she was picking up my phone. Maybe I was visiting my parents?

"I'm sorry Jungkook, I should've called you sooner..." My mother spoke, making Jungkook catch his breath. What did she mean? Should've called Jungkook sooner? My mother loved Jungkook, but why would she need to call him?

And why did her voice sound so shaky?

"Y/n's at the hospital, she's in a coma."

The words caused a pang in Jungkook's heart, making it feel as if it stopped.

She's joking,

She must be joking.

Jungkook got up from the bed, trying to comprehend the words. That couldn't be true. Why would his best friend be in a hospital, and why would I be in a coma?

"We don't know if she'll wake up..." The voice spoke.

Jungkook still didn't say anything. He stood still, his breathing stopped, and the only movement was his eyelids, which blinked flickeringly.

IF she'll wake up?

Doesn't she mean, when she'll wake up...?

He refused to believe it. It must be a joke. I wasn't at the hospital. I wasn't dying. Why didn't I pick up the fucking phone myself?

"What hospital?" Jungkook said simply when he found the words and forced them out.

My mother told him the location and Jungkook did everything in his power to be there as soon as possible.

He sped on the roads and drove carelessly past a light that had just turned red. His hands on the wheel were shaking. His chest was rising rapidly, his breathing being unstable. He sucked on his lip ring, playing with it with his teeth in a nervous manner. But his eyes were dry.

Because it couldn't be true. I wasn't going to die. There was no way. 

He was going to show up and the doctors would tell him it was all a big misunderstanding. I was probably just sleeping. Maybe I'd gotten drunk and was so hungover I didn't want to open my eyes for the bright light to make my eyes sting and head ache. Maybe I was just having a fever?

He parked the car and hurried to the reception desk. He asked for where I was and rushed through the hospital, up the stairs and to my room.

When he saw the room number the receptionist had told him, he stopped.

He was at a hospital to see his best friend. He was at a fucking hospital. Hell, he was there to visit his best friend.

Hesitantly, he grabbed around the door handle and pulled down on it.

He entered the room, seeing my parents sit at my side. They looked up at Jungkook when he walked in. Jungkook's eyes flickered from me laying in the bed, to my parents, to the heart monitor attached to me which beeped every now and then and back to me. A mechanical ventilator was strapped around my head and attached to my mouth. It helped me breathe. My chest moved somewhat normally and Jungkook sighed in relief when the heart monitor's beeps and my rising and falling chest calmed him slightly.

I was alive.

But then he met my parents' eyes and his shield broke. He rushed to my side, taking a seat on one of the chairs across from my parents. He hesitantly grabbed my hand, pulling it over to him and rubbing it with his thumb.

It was cold and heavy.

In that moment he realized, he'd never held my hand enough. He wished he'd held my hand more often, kissed it and adored it and protected it as if it belonged to him.

Tears broke from his eyes. He didn't blink them away but instead let the feelings well over him as he observed my closed eyes and the plastic thing on my mouth helping the air move in and out of my lungs.

Without whimpering, he let the tears fall, clenching onto my hand as if it finally got to him.

It wasn't a joke. I was in a coma. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't wake up.

He still didn't know what was wrong.

"She's been like this for two days." My father spoke.

Jungkook jerked his head towards my parents, looking at them with disbelief.

2 days??

My mother was crying again, affected by Jungkook's stream of tears. My father's face was full of sorrow, but he tried keeping it together. He tried to be strong, for my mother.

Jungkook sniffled, looking back at me.

So that's why you didn't call?

A wave of regret and guilt washed over Jungkook. He'd been huffy that I hadn't contacted him, while I was in the hospital not even capable of opening my eyes.

He should've called sooner. Why was he so stupid? Why didn't he check up on me?

The thoughts welled up in Jungkook, making another stream of tears appear. What if he was the reason I was here right now? Was it our argument that had made me collapse into a coma? What if our last conversation ever would be that argument?

"We found her in her apartment, collapsed on the floor late Sunday evening. She hadn't answered our calls, so we decided to go check up on her."

Jungkook's head fell between his shoulders, looking at the floor while still clenching my hand with both of his. He found a spot on the floor his eyes stayed at for a while. He still didn't know what was wrong with me. What got me to collapse? What made my parents look as if they were grieving?

"Jungkook, I don't think she's told you this..." My mother spoke, making Jungkook look up, "Y/n has lung cancer."

The news shocked Jungkook if it was even possible to be more shocked. He couldn't grasp this whole situation. This couldn't be real. This always happened to others, never to oneself.

I had lung cancer? Why didn't I tell him?

"We found out about a month ago. The lymphoma cancer from her childhood has spread to her lungs. We knew she only had a few weeks left." The sentences came out between sobs. It must've been hard for my mother to say those things. To admit them to herself.

"She didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry."

The words made Jungkook stand up from the chair in a jerk.

That's a ridiculous reason. I didn't want him to worry? I was fucking dying!

He wanted to shout and scream, but no words came out. He wanted to yell at me for being unreasonable and for ever thinking of keeping it from him, but it would be of no use.

Fuck if my heart was the purest he'd ever met. He wished I had told him. He wished the news would've broken his heart into millions of pieces and shattered exactly like a mirror would. He wished he'd felt the pain and worry sooner.

He'd wish he could've protected me.

His breathing was unstable due to the mixed emotions of anger, sadness and regret that welled over him. After a while, he sat back down helplessly. There was nothing he could do now.

He looked at me for only god knows how long. For Jungkook, it felt like hours, maybe it was only seconds. Was he really losing me? Already...?

"How long does she have left?" He broke the silence. He hid his face in his hands, scared about the answer and wanting to hide away.

Was this situation for real? Did he seriously just ask how many days his best friend had left? Was he really awake?

Please tell me I'm having a nightmare.

"Well..." My mother began, but broke into a cry. My father comforted her, kissing her temple with care before continuing for her, "The doctors said 34 days. Recently they said she might live for longer. Today is the 34th day however." He said wistfully, keeping it simple. He glanced back at his daughter lying calmly and quietly.

Jungkook's breath was shaking.

"S-she can't die today. She can't. She's strong. Y/n is so strong. She'll get through this. Right, Y/n? Right princess? We'll go grab ice cream tomorrow right? We can stop by the cherry trees. We'll watch their flowers right? We'll do that, hm?" Jungkook mumbled, grabbing my hand again and rubbing it nervously praying for an answer.

Please answer me.

My mother across from Jungkook broke down at the scene in front of her. My father embraced her, hugging her tightly and also shedding some tears himself.

"Let's give them some privacy." He spoke calmly to his wife, grabbing her and slowly making their way out of the room.

But none of this Jungkook noticed. He was fully focused on his girl laying in front of him. He put all his powers into staying cheerful and rubbing my hand with his trembling ones.

"Right princess? We'll go see the cherry trees. We'll take pictures and do whatever you want. We can spend the whole day watching the flowers. We really can. I really want to." Jungkook said again with a trembling voice. His tears were streaming down his cheeks by now and falling onto the bed sheets. His hands fumbled nervously with mine. His legs fidgeted, bobbing up and down. He couldn't sit still.

"Fuck!" He bursted, "I'm sorry. I'm so really sorry about our argument. I regret it. I regret it so much. I should've just gone with you." He spoke, looking longingly at my closed eye lids with a blurry vision. 

Open, please, open.

A short moment of silence fell over the room. I didn't respond. Why didn't I come with one of my sassy replies? Why didn't I say something sarcastic that would make him roll his eyes? Why didn't I tell him not to apologize as I always did?

"I bought you this." He broke the silence with a low and faint voice, reaching for something in his pocket. He placed a necklace in my hand, "I bought it after our argument. I got it for your birthday." He sobbed but tried to form a smile that would cheer up the mood.

But I still didn't respond. I was laying still. My eyes were still closed and the room was more silent than ever.

"Say something! Fuck, don't leave me Y/n." He said, gently tugging on my arm.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sobbed, moving closer and placing his hand on my cheek.

It was almost as if I could feel the warmth, though I was a place far from my own body.

I wanted to tell you Kook.

I wished I would've told him. I wasted time and now it was too late.

"I'm so fucking sorry Y/n. I wish I could kiss you right now. I wish I could tell you how fucking much you mean to me. I love you so fucking much." He whimpered, letting his forehead fall onto the madres and hide his face in the sheets.

"I love you so much." He mumbled.

The words shot right through me. I knew he loved me. But this felt different. He loved me.

I waited for him for 2 days.

Even though it wasn't visible, I fought to not leave before he came. I couldn't leave without hearing his voice one last time.

And he finally arrived. He spoke to me. He held my hand, one last time.

I heard him. I felt him... And finally I was at ease.

Don't forget me Kook

Finally, I could let go.

AN:
What a lovely day at the end of November it is today, how are you all doing? :)