After getting diagnosed with a rare, terminal illness and being forced right out of his perfectly normal life, Jeon Jeongguk lost all his faith in living. Just six more months and he'll be dead. Gone. Forgotten. However, when a new hospital friendsh...
"I know it sucks, and I'm trying to make it a little better because I can't do anything else," Sae whispered weakly, staring down at her plate. "You know I'm trying to look for a cure Gguk but it doesn't look too good."
"I know you are," Jeongguk whispered, shoulders slumping downward, and this time, a knot was tangling itself in his throat. "I know it doesn't."
Ever since he was diagnosed with the rare illness, Sae made it her life mission to figure out a cure. It was the reason their time together was less than the time they spent while he was on chemo rounds. She was busy, working hard, fighting the time the same way he was to find something that'd save him: all kinds of books, conferences, and clinical tests.
Nothing worked, and he knew how hard it must have been for her. Jeongguk was a dick, but he wasn't a fucking asshole. His time was too short on this planet to hurt people— to hurt his own Aunt more than he already was, but at least he could apologize for this one.
"You know, when you first came into my home when your parents were unable to care for you, you were unhappy," Sae murmured, the edges of her lips cramming into a trembling smile. Jeongguk stiffened, his fingers curling into fists beneath the table.
"It was so obvious, and all I wanted was to make you happy. I still do, Jeongguk. It's all I want for you."
"Sae," He didn't like where this was going, but he forced down the snarky comeback, digging his nails into his palm. Unable to see her sad, he settled with, "Fine. I'll go."
"Jeongguk, I didn't mean to guilt trip you," She raised her head, her eyes wide. "Oh god, no. If you don't want to do this, I can try to cut down on my surgery hours and—,"
"—Listen, you do a lot for me," Jeongguk cut her off, "It's only fair I do something you want back."
"Are you sure?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded, chest easing as her frown faded away. "Well, okay. But what I said earlier still stands. If you don't like it—,"
"— I'll leave if I don't think it's right for me," He finished for her. "I'll do it for you. I'll actually try this time." At that, he tried to crack a grin to save the mood, and luckily she smiled back.
"I love you, kid," She reached over and squeezed his arm. "I loved you ever since that social worker ambushed medical student me in my shitty apartment."
"I was a fucking blessing," Jeongguk bit into his pizza, guessing all of this would be worth it when his aunt smiled a brighter smile. That was what he should tell himself— this was for her, not for him.
"Yes," Sae pulled back to help herself to some pizza. "You were all I ever needed Jeon Jeongguk."
"Maybe someone will make you realize that too."
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The support group room was spacious for a small area, with big windows touching the ceiling, a beige-creme color palette, carpet, and an expanse of walls filled with fancy art pieces. There was a foldable table with refreshments and food pushed by a wall, and in the center were the god forsaken chairs. Other than that, this room wasn't special.
