-Taehyung P.O.V-

"Are you ready?" The nurse asked when she was about to put the needle in one of the newly placed small catheter sticking out of my chest. I nodded and she stuck it in the catheter, I didn't even feel it and I paid no mind to the IV connected to it as I looked around me. There were several other people in the room, also hooked up to similar sacks. Most of them looked older then me, thirty to sixty, if I'd have to guess.

"Is this your first time young man" an elder man besides me said when he looked up from his paper. I nodded quietly.

"Where is it?" He continued.

"Where is what?"

"The cancer, where is it in your body?" He clarified.

"My lungs and prostate, so far" I said calmly, though inside I was all but.

"Goodluck, you'll need it" he whished me and continued in his newspaper. I frowned at his bluntness.

"How long have you been here may I ask?"

"Six"

"Six years?" I exclaimed shocked.

"No idiot, six months" he scoffed. "And how old are you?"

"19 why?"

"congratulations on being the youngest one in this department" the man said sarcastically. "Do your parents know?"

"They're dead" I said bluntly. The man looked up at me before continuing in his article.

"Other family? Siblings?" He nonchalantly asked.

"Younger brother, he doesn't know" I bit my lip.

"I don't know if that's a good or bad choice" he seemed to think about it. "I'll settle with bad, I guess"

I nodded and continued to look around the room, there was a clock on the wall above the door. 11:25 PM. 35 minutes to go. I didn't really feel anything, no indication that some kind of substance was pumped into my body. The doctor said that after the chemotherapy I would feel exhausted, I didn't feel anything yet.

I put on the headphones I brought with and put on some of my favorite music, lip syncing with the lyrics. It was one of my favorite songs, a song that drove me to tears everytime I heard it, no matter how many times it has been on repeat.

Will I ever sing? Most likely not.

Singing had always been one of my dreams, ever since I had seen a group of boys sing on television. I didn't remember their name, I was about 5, but ever since I slowly started getting into music. First learning how to play saxophone and after that I found myself practicing my singing in my room. My parents told me I had a nice voice, that was probably also one of the mayor reasons I got accepted in a callcenter.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone pushing the thin layer of shirt fabric aside and pulling the needle carefully out of my chest. I frowned slightly at the weird sight of something in my chest, but shrugged it off as I was told I could go home. I smiled slightly and payed them an excited goodbye, putting on my coat.

Seems like the doctor was right, I really did feel tired.

I walked to my bike at the front of the hospital and slowly cycled home. It was a short distance, maybe a kilometer or three, but as I felt as exhausted as I was, it took awhile to get home.

I sighed to myself when stepping through the front door, earning a look from Jungkook. He was sitting on the couch with all five of his friends. It was clean by now, courtesy of myself of course.

"Good afternoon!" I fake smiled as I pulled off my coat and shoes. The boys greeted me back and I walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Where were you?" Jungkook asked from the livingroom.

"Chanbeak's place" I drunk the water withing seconds and slowly walked upstairs immediately after.

Once in my room I pulled off my clothes and put on some work clothes, going outside to water the plants. I swayed a bit in the sun, ready to fall asleep if it wasn't for the front door opening. Out came all six boys, dressed like they were going out and faces smeared with make up.

They bid me a small goodbye, although Jungkook ignored my whole presence it seemed. I sighed again as I watched them drive away for the third time this week, and it was now Thursday. They practically went out everyday, going out at 6 or 7 PM and getting home at around 4 AM. What they did until 10, when most clubs opened, I have no clue. I don't really want to know either. But of course in times of summer break, like now, he'd be gone much earlier or they'd come here.

I turned off the tab and laid on the couch, exhausted and bored. It's lonely being the only one in the house for most of the day. Especially when I normally would be working right now, but Baekhyung told me to take at least two weeks off to get a bit more familiar with chemotherapy, before continuing.

He actually said I should've quit my job, but I need the money. I can't use mom and dads inheritance for our daily needs, it should be for Jungkooks college fund or for his wedding or something special like that. Not for me to be able to laze around all day without a care.

I was awoken from my thoughts when the phone rang. I frowned and pushed myself up with a lot of effort to walk to the phone.

"Kim Taehyung speaking" I answered, sitting back down on the couch

"Tae, just a check up. How did it go?" It was Baekhyun. I sighed and laid back down, relaxing a bit.

"It's exhausting and I feel nauseous, but it's manageable for now" I told him. In all honesty, it wasn't that easy to handle. My head was pounding and my ears almost ringing, I felt all the energy leave my body after a simple action like walking to the phone grabbing it.

"You know we're here for you okay, tell me if you need anything, even if it's just grocery shopping" Baekhyung said, I could almost hear his soft smile through his voice. And he had reminded me to go grocery shopping, which was a must since there was no food left. I already felt the headache get worse.

"Don't worry Baek, I'm doing fine, it seems worse than it is" I refrained from sighing, he worries too much. "I got to go now Baek, I need to do stuff"

"Okay, just be okay, talk to you later" I placed the phone back and pushed myself to stand. There was food to get, and the thought of it alone made me sick.

I grabbed my wallet and shoved it in my pocket, walking outside to the store nearby. It was once again a sunny day, as expected in the beginning of the summer, another reason for Jungkook to be able to go out, no school.

I walked towards the store in a slow pace, my mind hazy and my steps sluggish. I was tired and I just wanted to sleep. However, certain things needed to be done and I didn't want to bother Beakhyun or Chanyeol with it.

I smiled to myself when I made it to the store and sought refuge in the air conditioned building. I greeted the cold air with pleasure and walked inside to not be in anyone's way.

It took a while before I had found everything I needed and paid for it at the cashier, leaving my wallet empty once again. I thanked the girl behind the counter and walked away with four bags full of groceries. They were heavy and felt like they were being weighted down with concrete.

I had run out of breath by the time I made it half way, stopping to rest on a bench on the sidewalk. I couldn't feel my limbs anymore and I was sweating like a mad man. I felt something run down my nose.

"Oh dear god, are you alright young man?" An older lady stopped in front of me.

"Yes ma'am, but do you perhaps have a tissue of some sort?" I asked as politely as I could, trying to stop the bleeding with my hand.

"Unfortunately I do not, my shop is nearby, I have some tissues there" she said. I didn't have time to respond before she had already grabbed two of my bags and was walking down the street. I followed her, tilting my head back to try to keep from getting blood on my clothes, careful not to drop the food.

We walking inside the shop, but there was no time for me to look around. The lady placed me in a chair and grabbed a few tissues, handing them to me.

"There you go young man" she said. I thanked her and held it to my nose.

"Not good against heat either?" She asked. I hesitated before nodding my head. There was no reason to tell the real truth.

"Taehyung? What are you doing here?" A boys voice sounded from besides me. I looked over to see Jin.

"Jin? I-uhh was just getting groceries when I had a bloody nose." I fake smiled. He nodded in understanding.

"Do you want anything?" He asked, mentioning to the menu. I only then noticed he had an apron on.

"Some ice for my nose and just a lemon ice cream would be very nice" I scanned the menu shortly.

"I'll go get it" he smiled.

"So you're the boy my son has been talking about? Nice to meet you Taehyung, I'm Mrs. Kim, Jin's mother" the nice lady introduced herself. I bowed to her, careful not to drop the tissue, before throwing a confused look.

'Jin has been talking about me?' I thought to myself. I groaned softly as I in turn gave myself another headache. A small pack of ice and an ice cream made it's way on the table.

"Thanks Jin" I smiled at him.

"It's on the house, no worries"