"I love you." Jungkook whispered, kissing your temple before quietly grabbing his coat and leaving, just before you could wake up.
Jungkook was due back at the hospital, to fill out some paperwork as he had posed as your guardian the night you fainted.
Just being back at the hospital gave him a bad feeling and he just wanted to sign the papers and get out as fast as possible.
He didn't want to be in the hospital any longer than he had to be.
He approached the receptionist's desk, and she immediately dropped the clipboard she'd been furiously scribbling on.
"H-how, can I help you?" She stuttered out, internally groaning at how nervous she sounded.
"I'm here to sign the guardian papers for Lee Y/N. She was admitted on November 24." Jungkook said, smiling gently at the flustered girl as she rummaged through a folder.
"Lee Y/N. She's right here." She said, handing Jungkook the file.
"You just need to sign the portions that say Guardian's Signature, to confirm that you know about the diagnosis."
Jungkook wasn't listening as he quickly signed on the lines, his mind too distracted about how warm you felt against him this morning. His eyes skimmed over your professional diagnosis, not bothering to read it as he wanted to get back to you as quickly as possible so he could set up breakfast before you woke up.
"Is that all?" He asked, handing the girl back the file.
She glanced down at the papers, flipping through them and searching for the signatures on the appropriate pages.
"Yes, but before you go." She paused, unsure if she should forward with her question.
Jungkook lifted an eyebrow.
"Can I have your autograph?"
-
"I'm home! Wake up, sleeping beauty!" Taehyung screamed, and you jolted awake at the sound of his unbelievably loud voice, nearly rolling off the couch.
"Where's your lover?" He teased as he entered the living room, only to find you alone.
"I don't know." You mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily.
"My little baby." Taehyung cooed, sitting beside you and pressing your face to his chest.
He was still cold from the winter weather outside.
"You're cold." You whined, pushing yourself off him and limping to the bathroom.
Your foot felt even worse than yesterday.
"Good morning to you too." Taehyung's voice grumbled after you as you turned on the sink, brushing your teeth to get rid of your morning breath.
You remained quiet as you moved the brush over your teeth, walking into the kitchen to see if Jungkook left a note of any kind.
No luck.
"What are you looking for?" Taehyung continued to pester you, and you lifted your hand to smack him across the head, but the doorbell rang, and Taehyung took the chance to run away to open the door.
"Jungkook!" His voice called out, and your eyes widened.
You quickly spit out the toothpaste that was in your mouth into the kitchen sink, and rinsed your mouth out at the speed of light.
Just as you dried your mouth off with a paper towel, Jungkook entered the kitchen, a brown paper bag in his hands.
He grinned at you, before putting the bag down and approaching you, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Good morning, princess." He whispered into your hair, making you hide your face into his neck to conceal the blush that was beginning to creep up your cheeks.
Taahyung mimicked vomiting motions behind you, making Jungkook roll his eyes at his older member.
"I hope you brought enough food for the three of us." Taehyung called out snobbishly, before opening the paper bag.
Taehyung begin to open up a platter, but Jungkook snatched it away from him.
"These are for Y/N, peaches are her favorite." Jungkook hissed, before helping you sit down and bringing you the platter along with a fork and a glass of milk.
"Ungrateful ass." Taehyung muttered under his breath before shoving a blueberry pancake in his mouth.
-
"And if she doesn't get treatment?" Your dad asked, remembering your refusal to medication and treatment.
"At the most, 6 months before her body fails her." The doctor said, a grim expression plastered on his face.
Your mom let out a sob, before covering her mouth as your dad placed a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Thank you, doctor."
-
"Where were you last night?" Jungkook's manager asked, almost shaking with anger.
"Y/N's house." Jungkook said, pushing past him and entering the practice room.
"You know you're not permitted to meet her anymore." His manager pressed, following after him.
"And why not?" Jungkook asked, slinging his duffel bag to the floor, waking up Yoongi who'd been peacefully asleep on the massage chair.
He was about to go on a rampage, but he remained quiet to listen in on their conversation.
"You know the rules, Jungkook. Don't make me reinforce them." His manager continued, pausing the music Jungkook had started to dance to.
"Rules won't stop me. Come on, you should know that by now." Jungkook said, smiling to conceal how angry he truly was.
"Rules are they to protect-"
Jungkook cut him off.
"Then I'll just quit." He said, making his manager fall silent.
Yoongi nearly choked on his own spit.
Quit Bangtan?
"If you don't let me do what I want, I'll quit." He repeated.
"You and I both know you wouldn't do that." His manager said, calling his bluff.
"No, I wouldn't." Jungkook admitted, making both his manager and Yoongi sigh in relief.
Jungkook picked up his duffel bag and grabbed his things.
"But I can." He said, and left.
-
"I will not continue to have this conversation with you, Lee Y/N. And I mean it." Your dad commanded, making you shake your head, biting you lip to hold your tongue.
Your intention wasn't to hurt your parents, but if they continued to force you into going to treatment, you wouldn't stand for it.
"I'm an adult now. You guys can't control me." You said, making your dad shake his head in frustration.
"But you clearly aren't thinking like one. What do you have to lose? Why won't you go to treatment?" He yelled, making your mom flinch backwards.
Your dad never yelled. Ever.
But you were unrelenting.
"Because it won't work. I can feel it. It won't work. When I'm gone, what are the two of you going to do if you spent all your money for treatment for your hopeless daughter?" You argued back, your voice rising to a shout.
"Lee Y/N. If you don't get treatment, you are not my daughter anymore." He finalized.
That hurt. It hurt like hell, and you could feel yourself getting choked up and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
Your next words shocked even you.
"So be it, then." You said, and you walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you.
Your mom fell to the floor, sobbing her eyes out.
"What are we going to do?" She wailed, and your father walked away, tears running down his face.