This is a shorter chapter but a lot of shit happens so hope y'all enjoy and don't murder me pls💜

I watched as the nurses switched his machines.

I watched as Hoseok stopped breathing for a minute while his breathing tube was disconnected.

I watched as the doctor tried speaking to me, but every word went unheard.

I watched as the door shut and I was left alone with my dying boyfriend, his chest rising and falling to the beat of the machines that were breathing for him.

It had been a week since Jimin decided not to help. We knew then that Hoseok wasn't going to last too long without a donor's help, but it still hit me like a truck.

I took a shakey breath and put my head in my hands. I sent a silent prayer to whatever deity would listen to me that they would keep my love alive.

I heard the door creak open again. Another nurse entered, a grim look on her face.

"Have you made a decision yet?" She spoke softly, like she was scared to talk to me.

"A decision? About what?"

The nurse frowned and tightened her grip on the clipboard in her hands. "What we discussed earlier! We need you to decide whether to keep him on life support or, uh, pull the plug."

My breath hitched in my throat. I instantly shook my head before shoving her out of the room. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, my lungs having a difficult time pulling in the air they need.

"J-Jungkook."

I heard his giggling stop when he heard my voice. "Yoon? What's wrong?"

"T-They want to-" I took another shakey breath, still not feeling enough air entering my lungs. "They want me to decide whether to pull the plug or not."

"Fuck. Okay, Tae and I are on the way."

•••••

My eyelids slowly opened as the door creaked. I saw Jungkook and Taehyung enter slowly, hand in hand. Taehyung had puffy eyes and red cheeks, as if he had cried. I stood up on shakey legs and made my way to them.

I took them by surprise and engulfed Taehyung in a hug. He was the person closest to Hoseok in the room.

"I-I'm so so sorry, Taehyung. I can't i-imagine."

We sobbed into each other's shoulders as Jungkook comforted us. We remained in that position for a while until I pulled away, my hands still gripping Taehyung's shoulders.

"I need you to help me decide. You know him best."

Taehyung's eyes went wide, but he nodded slowly. "W-We talked about this situation many times. I was the first person he told about being sick. And then he was going to tell you, but you told him you were going to America. So, I was still the only person who knew. We spent a lot of time talking about it, like I said. He was terrified. I would always re-reassure him that everything would be okay." His eyes drifted to Hoseok, who lay lifeless as the machines breathed for him. "I guess I gave him false hope."

Jungkook squeezed Taehyung's hand as his breath hitched in his throat.

"He-He hates the idea of life support." Taehyung said, his voice growing progressively shakey.

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "So does that mean-?"

Taehyung nodded. "He wouldn't want to l-live like this. He wouldn't want to stay connected to all of these machines. S-So, I-I think we should all p-prepare ourselves."

•••••

Jungkook grabbed the nurse for Taehyung and I as we discussed one more time to make sure this is what we wanted to do. What we needed to do to make Hoseok happy.

The same nurse entered, seeming to be a little wary of me after I had pushed her out of the room the last time.

"I hear we have made a decision."

I nodded. Taehyung and Jungkook both squeezed my hands in comfort and support. "H-He wouldn't want to l-live like this. We, of course, want him back with us, b-but given the situation, h-he would want for us to put him out of his m-misery."

"We need you to say it for legal purposes, Yoongi."

I felt the tears slip down my cheeks, now becoming a habit, as I spoke. "P-Pull the plug."

••••••

I bet y'all hate me even more now, don't y'all?