"Jungkook's biopsy result is out."

My Dad and I immediately drove to the hospital as soon as we received the phone call. I didn't want to expect anything but I can't help but think of the worst. I know to myself that there is something wrong with me. My body feels different. I can't do the things I used to do. I'm in pain and they cannot find a reason for it despite the number of tests I've done before. The only possible answer is that I'm dying and today might be the day to confirm that.

We got into the Doctor's office and he suggested that we sit down before he breaks the news to us. I tried to keep my expectations to myself, whether it was good or bad news, I didn't want to give away my feelings easily. My Dad held my hand tightly. It's so warm but heartbreaking. He has been there for me since day one and has always shared my pain but now I might cause him more pain.

"Mr. Jeon, Jungkook." The Doctor spoke in a neutral tone as he hold a white file with my name clearly written on it. My Dad's grip on my hand tightened and I'm glad to feel something other than fear, "I'm sorry to be the one to say this but the biopsy result came out positive. Jungkook has stage 2 bone cancer."

My whole world crumbled to ashes right then and there. It was the first time that I saw my Dad speechless. I didn't feel anything. Maybe it the reality that I might die hasn't hit me yet.

"The good news is that it's not too late. Jungkook is still in the early stage. He can start chemotherapy treatments and we'll see from there, how he is going to react from it." The doctor added, "I'm not saying that by getting chemotherapy the cancer will be gone but it's worth the try."

"Jungkook, do you want try it?" My Dad called out my name and I wish he wasn't so hopeful.

"Okay." Was all I could say and that made him happy but that didn't change anything. I'm still dying and I'm desperately hoping it would be painless.

The doctor explained how the chemotherapy treatment works. I was told that it will be painful, I will have a lot of discomforts and I might even lose some, if not, all of the hair on my head. He didn't tell us how long I'll live. He said it's difficult to estimate now but there are cases that some lived more than 10 years while some not even 5 months. I got a bunch of prescritions and painkillers for my leg. The hospital gave me free crutches. I guess it's charity, a small token to give to those who are dying. Now I'm no different from those kids in those foundations, I'm a charity case.

"Jungkook, time for dinner." Dad knocked on my door while I lied in my bed, breathing quietly in the dark. "Jungkook?"

"I'm not hungry." I told him then I heard his footsteps becoming faint until the only sound I heard was my breathing. I was alone again in the dark.

Morning came and the sunlight penetrayed through the small gap of my curtain. I didn't feel different. Today, I get to use my new crutches because my right leg is in too much pain. Summer has started but I decided to drop out of school even if it was just 10 days before it was summer break. I didn't have a brave face to show to my friends. I didn't want to walk around school with this stupid crutches and feel their stares behind my back or hear their comfort words.

My Dad go to work every morning and only comes back when the sun has set so I spent a lot of time alone time. I got out of the house today because it felt stuffy to be indoors. Our backyard has a wooden swing so I decided to sit there but I fell down and felt pain when my hand cushioned my fall. I cried out when my crutches hit my right leg and it felt like my bone was breaking. Pathetic. That's one word to describe how I'm living my life right now.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I turned my head to my left and found a girl standing at the other side. She easily ran towards me. "Let me help you up."

"I don't need help. I can do it myself." I rejected her roughly and she took it well enough.

She sat down on the swing and watched me struggling to lift myself up from the ground. I tried to use the crutch but my arm is still weak and unsteady. I began to feel foolish. Is she seriously just going to watch me?

"Want my help now?" She asked again in a neutral tone and I nodded, swallowing my own stupid pride. I took her hand and she pulled me up with the help of my crutches. "Being stubborn doesn't really help, does it?"

I stared at her as she smiled at me, sitting beside me. "My name's Y/N. What's yours?"

"Jungkook." I told her, turning my eyes away from her. "Thanks for helping me."

"Don't mention it." She grinned and pointed to the house next to mine, "I live there, by the way. I always see you walking past our house every morning at exactly the same time when you're going to school."

I felt weirded out that she watches me every day and even knows the time when I go to school. "That's observant of you."

"Yeah, well, there's nothing much to do because I'm always inside the house." She said, swinging her legs. "I heard you have cancer."

"Yes." I replied nonchalantly. How can a person say that so casually? But then again, it is how I wanted to be treated. I didn't want special treatments or empathy.

"Is it in your leg?" She asked again, looking at my right leg that I straightened out.

"Yes." I replied in the same dead tone but she still did not get a single hint that I wasn't interested in talking to her at all. I wish she'd just go away and leave me alone.

But she did the exact opposite. She stayed there and asked me a bunch of questions and talked about things that I don't want to hear. I heard my Dad driving home and took it as a chance to escape, "My Dad's home. I should get back."

"Okay." She smiled and stood up as well.

I was walking back towards the house when my Dad found found me in the backyard. He waved at the girl, "Hi Y/N."

"Hello, Mr. Jeon!" She smiled towards my Dad while waving her arm over her head. I glanced back at her and my Dad. So they know each other?

"So you've met my son?" My Dad asked her and she nodded, still smiling as if that's the only thing she knew. "Is your parents home?"

"No, they said they're going to come home late today because of work." She replied while I get myself inside the house.

"Oh then do you want to have dinner with us?" Dad suggested, making me look at him in disbelief. Why would he invite the weird girl?

"Dad, we can't invite her." I told him in a whisper.

"Why not?" He asked me. "Jungkook, it's okay. Don't you want to have a friend to talk to instead of locking yourself inside the house? It's time to get a breath of fresh air."

"She's not a breath of fresh air. She's weird." I complained, begging my Dad to take back what he said but it was too late.

"You just don't know her yet." My Dad said before he busied himself with cooking.

I had no choice but to share the living room with her because my Dad wouldn't allow me to go back to my room while we have a guest to entertain. I held the remote. There was nothing good on TV so I kept changing the channels.

"So how's your school?" She asked me, her body leaning towards my direction.

"I don't go to school anymore." I said to her and she made a little ohh with her lips.

"Why not? You don't like it there?" She asked once again. I felt like I was being interviewed and it was the most unpleasant feeling ever.

"Yeah, kinda like that." I briefly answered.

"I'm home schooled because I don't like school too." She added, "I like studying but I don't retain information that well."

"That's called dumb." I laughed unknowingly. It was the first time in awhile that I had something to laugh about. "I've never met someone who loves studying but is bad at it."

A cushion pillow hit my torso and I was surprised when she shouted, "I'm not dumb! If anything, you're the dumb one. Locking yourself in your room all day just because you have cancer, grow up, will you?"

I laughed in disbelief. Did she just tell me to grow up, "Just cancer? You wouldn't understand. You're not the one dying."

"No one can tell when they're going to die." She spoke in a smart tone as if she knew everything.

"I was told I was going to die." I told her bitterly.

"No, you weren't." She made a face to taunt me, "You can't just listen to what you want to hear. You can't just give up on living today just because you are dying tomorrow. You're still alive so why are you living like a dead man?"

Okay, that makes sense. I don't actually have a comeback for that. Dad called us for dinner and all three of us sat at the table. She went home right after dinner. My Dad told me that her parents are both doctors and that she didn't have any friends unlike me. I thought it was because she's a psycho but it was actually because her parents never allowed her to go to school like a normal teenager. That's kinda tragic.

Now I feel bad for ignoring my friends but I'm still scared of what they'd think of me if they knew I was sick. I'm sure they'd be like everyone else. I thought about what she told me earlier and I liked that she didn't treat me like I was sick.

I laid in bed, the darkness surrounding me, when I heard a faint noise from outside my window. I thought of it as nothing, maybe the wind, so I didn't get up but it came again. My brows furrowed as I sat up on bed. I fixed my pained leg to dangle off the bed before I felt for my crutches. If I'm not mistaken, the sound is coming from my window.

I made my way towards it and peeked through the curtains. My window faced the backyard and so I can see the same swing where I sat upon in the afternoon then my eyes noticed a person in pajamas, waving her arms like crazy.

"Now I'm convinced that you're a psycho." I told her after I opened my window and a breeze came in, "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's time for you to get down here." She yelled and I shushed her, my index finger against my lips.

"My Dad's asleep." I replied but she didn't listen and was about to yell again, "Okay! I'm coming down."

"Nice! Don't fall down on the stairs like an idiot." She showed me a grin and I rolled my eyes.

I met her in the backyard after tiptoeing around and silently unlocking the back door. She sat on a blanket laid on the grass then she patted on the space beside her. "You want me to sit there in the middle of the fucking night?"

"No, I want you to shit here. Dumbass, of course I want you to sit." She sarcastically responded and that kind of hurt. I guess I was used to people always treating me nice ever since the word of me getting cancer got out.

"What now?" I asked and watched her plug her earphone in her phone and then laid down on the blanket. She wanted me to do the same so I did, straightening out my right leg in a somehow comfortable position.

"Here." She put one of the earphones into my ear and from there a song started to play.

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The first day of Summer isn't so bad, I thought as we remained still, staring up at the night sky. The stars are the only thing lighting up the sky and it looked like a masterpiece.

Is this what I'm going to miss when I die?

"I always do this by myself." She spoke in the midst of the silence and I just listened to her voice, "But now you're here."

"But I'm dying." I replied, turning my head to face her.

She did the same and showed me a smile, illuminated by the stars. "I'll attend your funeral."