Third person's pov

As Taemin's words lingered in the air, Yoongi's voice cut through the silence "Do you think it's that easy, Taemin-ah?" he said, his frustration clear. "Speaking is very easy. Try doing something physical to show that you want to do things right."

With that, Yoongi stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving the others in silence.

For 5 whole minute no one said a thing, but then suddenly Hye-joon's phone rang, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room. She excused herself and stepped out to take the call,

After what felt like an eternity, Jungkook returned to the room, accompanied by the nurse.

The nurse helped, Jungkook to lay down on the who seemed to be really exhausted. After this, the nurse left the room.

Taemin immediately rushed to Jungkook's side and then he nestled his head against Jungkook's chest and clasped his hand tightly,

Jungkook lay still for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before addressing his mother with a weary sigh. "Eomma, I am tired," he confessed softly, "Can you turn off the lights?"

Mrs. Jeon nodded understandingly and reached over to switch off the lights. Sensing Taemin's reluctance to let go, Jungkook gently nudged him aside. "Taemin, I want to sleep," he murmured, "Step aside."

Taemin's eyes filled with tears at the tone, "Eomma," he whispered,

Jungkook's brow furrowed, "What?" he responded wearily, his patience wearing thin. "I am tired. Let me sleep, or do you think I am still being dramatic?"

Taemin shook his head vigorously, his tears flowing freely now. "Eomma, don't say th-hat," he said,

"Don't say what?" Jungkook murmured, "I haven't even said anything, and you're starting to cry."

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook closed his eyes and turned to Jimin, his head throbbing with pain. "Hyung, could you massage my head a bit?" he requested, "It's hurting."

Jimin nodded and moved closer to Jungkook and began to gently massage his temples, Jungkook let out a sigh of relief.

Taehyung hovered near Jungkook's bedside, "Should I massage?" he asked tentatively, his voice laced with apprehension.

Jungkook remained silent, his eyes closed tightly as if shutting out the world around him.

He made no indication that he had heard Taehyung's question,

Undeterred, Taehyung reached out to touch Jungkook's legs, but before he could start messaging, Jungkook's voice cut through,

"Appa, could you massage my legs?" Jungkook's tone was firm, a clear dismissal of Taehyung's attempt. Mr. Jeon nodded immediately and moved to Jungkook's side, gently pushing Taehyung aside.

" Of course, my son," Mr. Jeon said as he placed his hands on Jungkook's legs.

"I can also massage," Taehyung again offered but this time, his voice was barely heard.

Jungkook ignored him once again, his focus solely on his father as Mr. Jeon began to massage his legs with practiced hands. Taehyung stood awkwardly by the bedside,

As the night came, the hospital room grew quieter, with only the soft hum of medical equipment breaking the silence.

Taemin slept soundly on the sofa, curled up in a restless slumber. Mrs. Jeon gently covered him with a blanket,

Meanwhile, Jungkook lay still in his hospital bed, his breathing steady as he slept. Today was a hard day for him and now he was finally restimg,

Taehyung was about to wake Taemin up because they had to go home but Mrs. Jeon said," Let him sleep," and without any further talking, Taehyung nodded.

Then He and Hye-joon left for home.

At home..........

Taehyung's pov,

I stood alone on the balcony, gazing out at the city lights twinkling in the distance. The night was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the city below. But inside, my mind was anything but quiet. Thoughts swirled in my head, memories flashing before my eyes like scenes from a movie.

"When did we drift so far apart?" I whispered to myself. It was a question that had been haunting me for days, weeks even. How had things gone so wrong between us? Between Jungkook and me?

I sat down onto the sofa in my room,  The events of recent days replayed in my mind like a broken record,

"I do love him, I do, don't I?" I murmured to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. But love wasn't always enough, was it? It couldn't erase the mistakes, the pain, the hurt.

I ran a hand through my hair, "I don't know how to explain it," I confessed to the empty room. "I never wanted to ignore him.......to push him away."

But somehow, that's what had happened. Somewhere along the way, we had lost our connection, our closeness slipping through our fingers. And now, I found myself standing on the edge of a chasm, staring into the void between us, unsure of how to bridge the gap.

I wished I could turn back time, go back to the days when everything was simpler, when we were happy together.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe there was still a chance to make things right, to rebuild what we had lost. But first, I need the courage to face Jungkook.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up from the sofa and made my way back to the balcony. The night air was cool against my skin,

I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it's been almost seven years now. Back then, life seemed simpler, easier somehow. Jungkook and I were inseparable, always together, always on the same page. But looking back, I can see now that things were already beginning to change, even if we didn't realize it at the time.

It was a typical Saturday morning when it all started. I remember Jungkook telling me he was going shopping with Taemin, "Just for some groceries," he said, flashing me that bright smile of his. "We'll be back in no time."

I nodded without looking up from my phone. We had movie plans that day.

Hours passed, and still no sign of Jungkook and Taemin. I glanced at the clock, "Guess we won't be going to the movies tonight," I muttered to myself, trying to push back the feeling of letdown.

When Jungkook finally returned, he looked exhausted, and I could tell he wasn't in the mood for our movie date. "Tomorrow," he promised, giving me a tired smile. "I promise, Taehyung."

But tomorrow came and went, and once again, our plans fell through. I was busy at the hospital all day, rushing from one patient to the next, barely finding a moment to breathe. By the time I got home, Jungkook and the kids were already asleep, the tickets we had bought for the movie still sitting untouched on the coffee table.

I sighed, feeling a pang of regret. "We'll go another day," I told myself, trying to push back the disappointment. But days turned into weeks, and still, we never found the time to go. The tickets remained untouched,

I closed my eyes, the memories flooding back in a rush. Sunday mornings spent lazing around the house, the kids playing in the backyard while Jungkook and I made plans for the day. But slowly, imperceptibly, those plans began to fade away, replaced by other obligations, other priorities.

I remember the moment it all hit me, the moment I realized just how far we had drifted apart. Jungkook telling me he had made plans with Eunwoo, instead of spending the day with me. And that day, I felt pure disappointment but did not said anything.

Like this, I also started spending more time in hospital, trying to just be occupied as possible.

"We'll go another day," I said, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. We had let our busy lives consume us, let our relationship slip through our fingers like grains of sand.

I can't help but replay all those moments when I pushed Jungkook away, when I started to see him as annoying.

I remember the times when Jungkook would try to reach out to me, to spend time together, to connect like we used to. But instead of embracing his efforts, I pushed him away, telling myself that I was too busy, too preoccupied with work and other obligations to give him the attention he deserved.

It was not like only he was trying, I also tried and did made many plans for us but something always happened. Once Hye-joon broke her arm, once it was Eunwoo's birthday and Jungkook had to go to him, once my patient died and I had to go to his funeral and many more.

And then there were the times when I would purposely ignore Jungkook, pretending not to hear his calls or see his texts, burying myself in work to avoid facing him. I told myself that I was doing what was best for both of us, that I was sparing us both the pain of acknowledging the truth.

But deep down, I knew the truth all along. I knew that I was hurting him, that my actions were driving a wedge between us that seemed impossible to bridge. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop, couldn't find the courage to admit that I was wrong.

Suddenly Tears escape my eyes, tracing silent paths down my cheeks as I bury my face in my hands, trying to stifle the sobs that threaten to escape from my chest.

I remember the look of disappointment on his face every time I brushed him off, the way his smile would falter ever so slightly before he masked it with forced cheerfulness, pretending that my indifference didn't affect him.

And as the tears continue to fall, I can't help but wonder if there's any way to make things right. But deep down, I know that it may be too late, that I may have already lost the most precious thing in my life.

End of Taehyung's pov...

The next day........

As the morning sun cast its warm glow through the hospital window, Taehyung and Hye-joon arrived early at the hospital for Jungkook's chemotherapy session.

They found Jungkook awake, with Mrs. Jeon by his side, feeding him some juice. Taemin was still asleep on the nearby sofa,

"Good morning, Jungkook," Taehyung greeted softly, trying to mask the guilt in his voice.

Jungkook glanced briefly at Taehyung and Hye-joon before averting his gaze, his expression unreadable. He didn't respond to their greetings.

Hye-joon stepped forward, "Eomma how are you fee-eling?" She asked, her voice cracking a little at end.

Jungkook remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared blankly ahead.

Just then, a nurse entered the room,  "Excuse me, it's time for Mrs. Kim to come for his chemotherapy session," she announced, her voice breaking the tense silence.

Mrs. Jeon nodded her tears in her eyes, " It will be all fine," she said pressing a long kiss on Jungkook's forehead before he went with the nurse.

In the chemotherapy ward,

As Jungkook settled into the reclining chair, the nurse prepared him for the chemotherapy session, explaining each step of the process. "Good morning, Mrs. Kim," she said with a warm smile.

" Are you ready for the treatment?"

Jungkook nodded, his expression a mix of nerves and determination. "Okay, I'm ready," he replied,

The nurse began by swabbing Jungkook's arm with antiseptic, preparing the site for the IV insertion. "This might feel a bit cold," she warned, gently pressing the alcohol pad against his skin.

As she inserted the IV needle, Jungkook winced slightly, his jaw tightening with discomfort. "Ahh," he muttered under his breath, his fingers curling into fists.

"I know it stings a bit, but you're doing great," the nurse reassured him, her voice calm and soothing. "Just try to relax."

Once the IV was in place, the nurse carefully connected it to the drip bag containing the chemotherapy drugs. "These medications are designed to target and destroy cancer cells," she explained, adjusting the flow rate of the IV drip.

Jungkook listened intently, his gaze fixed on the clear liquid dripping steadily into his vein. "How long will the session take?" he asked,

"It varies depending on the specific drugs and dosage, but you can expect to be here for a few hours," the nurse replied, checking the IV lines for any signs of leakage or blockage.

As the chemotherapy drugs began to infuse into Jungkook's bloodstream, the nurse monitored his vital signs closely, noting any changes in his blood pressure, heart rate, or oxygen levels. "How are you feeling, Mrs. Kim?" she asked, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.

Jungkook shifted uneasily in the chair, his muscles tense with anxiety. "I'm okay, just a bit tired," he admitted,

The nurse nodded, adjusting Jungkook's position in the chair to make him more comfortable. "That's perfectly normal," she reassured him, offering him a warm blanket to ward off the chill of the treatment room.

As the chemotherapy session continued, Jungkook felt a wave of fatigue wash over him, his eyelids growing heavy with drowsiness. "I think I might doze off," he said in a low and weak tone.

The nurse smiled, tucking the blanket around Jungkook's shoulders. "Go ahead and rest," she said to him, patting his arm reassuringly. "I'll be here if you need anything."

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So that was all for today's chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

What are your views on it ?

What do you think about Taehyung's pov ?

I mostly write in third person's pov so writing in Taehyung's pov was a bit difficult for me but I hope it was good.

So Jungkook has finally started his treatment!

Let me know your thoughts about the chapter!

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