[Jungkook's POV]

The morning breeze from my window had awakened me from my sleep. The Seoul winter sun had brightened up my whole neighborhood. A sudden bang had disrupted my train of thought. I shoot up from my bed and quickly run out of my room. I slide down the stairs to meet my mother who has lost her consciousness.

"Mom!" I quickly run to her fallen body. I bring her smaller frame to my chest. "Mom!" I called out to her again. But all I can hear is my heavy breath.

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I held her hands while running to the emergency room. "Sir, please wait outside!" the nurse closed the door as my mother's body disappear from my sight. " Mom!..." I whispered. A humongous lump formed in my throat as the tears in my eyes sting. I try everything I can to not break down.

I found myself down on the floor. I was weak, so I began to cry my heart out. I slowly wait for someone to reach out to me and help me, but there was no one there. No one. No one at all.

I miss my mom.

And that's how by just a blink of an eye, I was seated in a doctor's office, nervously waiting for the doctor to arrive and update me about what the hell was going on with my mother. My foot couldn't stop tapping on the cold tile floor and there were already beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I run my hand through my chestnut hair as my heart ran a mile. I hope my mother's okay. I hope she's doing well. I hope she'll stay with me.

I glance out the window and reminded myself that it was already sundown. I've been waiting for my mother since the morning and I'm starving.

I fidget with my fingers as I waited for the results. " Oh, are you Mr. Jeon?" the doctor straightened out his white coat once he entered the room. " Yes, is she ok?" my eyebrows raised as I impatiently waited for the answer.

"Is my mother okay?"

" You need to be calm and listen to what I say." the doctor said, leaning closer to me and looking into my eyes, with his hands locks together on his desk.

" Yes, sir." I said nervously, my heart is now running hundreds of miles ahead of me. I felt like my chest was tightening up as I breathe heavily and give out a weak gasp for air.

" Sir, are you ok?" the doctor asked, concerned. " Yes!" I quickly wipe my soaked forehead and gather myself together. The drums are growing louder and louder. The doctor takes in a deep breathe, I can see that the doctor is also very nervous. He licks his lips as he fixes his glasses.

"Your mother has a tumor." he started it off, as the beat of my heart grows louder every second. "A-A tumor in her brain to be exact."

Just those words felt like my heart was just stabbed several times.

"Your mother has brain cancer."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to punch the wall. I wanted to kick everything in my sight. I wanted to cry until I literally have no tears left in my body. I wanted to cry until my eyes were drier than the dessert. I wanted to die.

My mother who has been taking care of me for 18 years has just been diagnosed with brain cancer.

"I-Is there anyway I could help?!" I slightly raised my voice on the poor doctor. I apologize to him, as I quickly regain my sanity. "There is a way." he gave me a reassuring smile. "Through surgery. We would remove the tumor out of your mother's brain, but that alone is a very risky task."

"How much?" I ask, my bangs covering over my glossy eyes. He hesitated for a moment. I can hear him gulping down his own saliva as he finally spoke.

"$150,000."

My heart dropped. It felt like my heart was thrown to the floor and was smashed into millions of pieces. I quickly stand up, causing my chair to drag on the floor making a loud and annoying screech. "I'll be leaving now."

"Sir?" the doctor called out to me, but I couldn't say anything, not even turn back to face the doctor. I storm out of his office and quickly ran out of that hospital.

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$150,000. Where the hell am I supposed to find all of that?

I let out a shaky sigh as I bury my hands into my pockets. My warm breath turns into crisps as it meets the winter air. I look down to my feet, watching for my steps. I look emo, walking in the middle of the night in Seoul wearing all black and a hoodie hovering over my head. I must seem really stupid, but I don't really care at this point.

The thought about finding a way to get money for my mother has been eating me up. I'm so hungry, but I just can't bring myself to by a meal for my hunger. I guess I'm just not in the mood to do anything. All I want to do is just die in a whole so that I wouldn't have to worry about anything.

"You."

A pull from my hoodie had sprung me backwards. My eyes widen as I started to panic.

"You seem depressed." he turns me around. "Is there something on your mind?"

I tried to throw a punch at him but something tells me that I should trust this man who basically just yanked on my hoodie and almost snapped my neck off because of how strong he was. "It's personal."

My muscles tense. Should I really trust this man? He looks like some kind of yakuza that no one would want to mess with.

"Tell me about it." he said. Before I could even reply, my stomach had answered for me. He chuckles. "We can have a meal first, if you'd like. My treat."

Right now, I couldn't think straight so I accepted his offer.

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Despite his very intimidating looks and aura, he seems to be a very nice man. He gives off some kind of fatherly aura which I haven't experienced in a while. I do get nervous and tense once in a while whenever he stares right into my brown hues. Eye-to-eye contact with a man in his 30s, tattoos running from his neck down to his hands, a few scars on his face and big edgy looking piercings was kind of really hard to do. Then again, who is even trained to do something like that anyway?

"So, you're a high school student," he said, flipping the pork belly on the stove. "And your mother has been diagnosed with brain cancer."

I nod, trying really hard to not stare at his tan skin layered with a bunch of badass tattoos. "You're trying to find a way to earn money so that you can afford the treatment for your mother. Is that why you were looking all sad and depressed at 10 pm?"

I nod again, thanking him for placing the grilled pork belly on my plate. "I need to have money as soon as possible."

"I don't care what the jobs are, I just need to money. The last thing I ever want is to loose my mother. I love her too much. I'd even risk my own life for her."

That definitely had struck something in the man's mind. "You'd do anything?" he asked, striking up one eyebrow at me. "Anything?"

"Yes. Anything."

He lets out a low laugh. "Are you interested in working for me?"

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