SEVEN DAYS

epilogue

sunshine streamed through the sheer curtains that covered the tall window in the bedroom, bathing jimin's bare legs in warmth and light.

his legs were intertwined with the legs of his boyfriend, who was sleeping soundly beside him. jimin turned his head to look at jungkook, whose parted lips let out soft snores.

he'd had the strangest dream last night. usually when jimin dreamt–which wasn't often–he would dream about happy times spent with jungkook and his friends, or just plain odd dreams that everyone had, like when he'd dreamt that he was best friends with a turtle named joseph.

but this time his dream had been a bit more like a nightmare: he'd gotten a call from his doctor that he was sick with lung cancer and only had a week to live. and right as he was dying, he found out jungkook had given him his lungs. it had been a terrible dream, and jimin could feel a wet stain on his pillow that was likely from tears.

releasing a quiet sigh, jimin stretched his tired body as much as he could without disturbing jungkook. however his plan was quickly defeated when his phone began ringing loudly from the nightstand where it was plugged in.

jimin reached his hand to grab the device and quickly answered so as to silence the annoying ring.

"hello?"

"ah, hello, mr. park! it's doctor lee. i hope i didn't wake you?" the friendly doctor said.

jimin smiled. "oh, please, sir, call me jimin. and no, i've been up for a bit," he said, "can i ask why you're calling?"

the doctor sighed. "mr. par–jimin, it's er, about those tests we ran a few weeks ago."

"oh, yes! what about them? did you find anything?" jimin asked hopefully. he'd gone to the doctor a while ago about some pains he'd been experiencing.

again the doctor exhaled. "um, jimin, are you sitting down?"

"y-yes, why?" jimin bit his lip, chewing on it anxiously. this was sounding a lot like his dream, and it was giving him a headache.

"i'm very sorry, but i don't have good news to give you," began the doctor carefully.

beside him, jungkook stirred in his sleep. jimin swallowed thickly, tightening his grasp on his phone.

"jimin, i'm afraid you have terminal lung cancer."