Spring Petals
A/N: I’ve been really wanting to write ff’s for a while science I personally read so much xD. This is my first attempt on it so I’m sorry if it’s sloppy and has mistakes I’ll do my best to proof it of any mistakes.
Genre: Angst(?), Fluff.
Warning!: Mentions of death. If you are sensitive to this stuff i advise you don’t read it.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Y/N)
Summary: You’ve been very, really sick for a while and have been avoiding it, after all hospital bill’s just weren’t something you could’ve afforded. With all the pressure from work and stress that has been building up to pay the bills you have been ignoring for what should be about 3 months now ,and not having your boyfriend Yoongi by you has just added to the amount of stress you already had in hand , and only to find out you don’t have much time left, it feels like life just really doesn’t like you.
It’s been rough, very rough, especially when you go home, only to be greeted by the cold emptiness of your house that once greeted you with warmth when Yoongi was there, the flickering light bulb that swings like it’s almost about to fall, empty bottles of pain killers on top of the wooden coffee table in front of the large TV that lights up the room more than the cheap light bulb. You wouldn’t have been moving here if it wasn’t for the last ass hole of a landlord that couldn’t wait one more week for your pay day.
You missed him more than anything, from his lazy warm cuddles to his pouty lips when you teased him. His embrace was all you wanted but that was more than impossible at the moment. He was on tour and has been busy. There was no way you could’ve went with him. Not when the fans were even following them to the restaurant they were going to, to the point where their manager had to ask the fans to back off so that the boys could eat in peace. You were’t the only one under stress ,Yoongi was too. He just couldn’t wait to come home. But what he didn’t know was... your illness. You didn’t tell him. You didn’t want to. He was under enough stress with the tour and they already were working on the new album. Yoongi had enough on his shoulders already, you knew he didn’t need more, so you just decided to deal with it yourself thinking that the growing pain around your stomach wouldn’t be such a big deal, until you went to the hospital the next day...
You got up early around 6:30 and smashed a messy bun on your head. Threw on a short sleeve top and light blue genes as it was spring, you favourite season. (It was just that all the trees around the city turned into cherry blossoms and petals of the flowers falling from the trees with the soft breeze that came and went every now and then made it seem like it was raining pink flowers everywhere. It was one on the small things you would enjoy in life.) You didn’t have anything fancy for breakfast(just a chocolate croissant that you got from the bakery that was conveniently on your way) as you were getting ready to go to the hospital in your not-so-fancy car, but you didn’t really care, as long as it took you to our destination with out problems, you didn’t mind.
It was around 6:55 when you parked your car on the parking lot. Just in perfect time for your appointment that was supposedly around 7:00. You slowly made your way through the antiseptic smelling hallways that had metal seats fixated to the side of the wall for people that were in line to wait for their own appointment, although there were only one or two people lingering around at the time.
Slowly you knocked on the door that was numbered ‘204′. You were sure it was this room, it was what was writing on your small piece of paper that was given to you when you came to reserve your appointment. As you opened the door you were greeted by a good looking man, brightly smiling as you enter the room.
“Hi. I came here for the reserved appointment.
“Oh! You must be miss Y/N!” he says with a bright smile on his face lifting up from the list in front of him.
Your heart broke into pieces as the words coming out of Dr.Chanyeol’s mouth pierced through your heart like bullets.
“I don’t think you have more than a month to live Miss Y/N..” says the man standing in front of you, looking at the results of the tests you just have taken trying to find a mistake, but utterly failing to.
“Dr.Chanyeol are you sure the results are accurate?” you say hoping for another answer almost in a pleading way. Only to be rejected and hit by the grim reality of life.
“Unfortunately, I’m positive the outcome is not wrong. The machine has never failed in 4 years.” he repeats, you can almost hear the pity in his voice as even he doesn't know what to do.
“Thank you.” is all you can blurt out in a low tone, your eyes all wet,feeling the heat behind your eye balls rising up as you try to hold the stream of tears back. Turning your back and closing the door as you make a run for your car, not even caring about all the stares you get from the few people around, because what did it matter now anyway...
Yoongi’s tour was finally over. He was coming back tomorrow and things seemed to get better, as well as they could get at least. It has been three weeks science you went to the hospital After the day at your doctor you really didn’t do much, came home and crying yourself to sleep, waking up 2 hours later only to regret what you just did, as now all you could think was about the limited time you had in your hands. ‘What do people do when the have a few days left to live?’ you thought to yourself, you didn’t really have any family apart from Yoongi and Bangtan. You were adopted only to be left alone into the cruel world to live alone as soon as you were legal by the law and could work for your own. Life was never easy for you. You didn’t live. It always was a hassle for surviving, never have you ever realised how hard you were on your self. Stressing up on every small interaction you had with someone. never once enjoying yourself to the fullest, until Yoongi came into your life. You always had things you wanted to do like try out new food. You never wanted anything fancy so just like that, you quit your job, (which gave big rush of re-leaf because your boss wasn't the nicest person on earth)and went out to admire the city and eat every piece of food you saw and buy every single thing you felt like buying with the money you have been saving up, at least what has remained of it, which was pretty much just enough.
You’ve done your best to enjoy yourself these three past weeks but there was pretty much nothing left to do. You fulfilled everything in your bucket list but the ones left to do with Yoongi. Thought it seemed like you weren't... gonna make it another week. Heck. You'd be grateful for a week, the growing pain made it feel like you'd be gone in a few days. All that going around only worsened the cramps you were getting. They only seemed to come and go but they were only signs... of....
At this point you didn't care much about anything and you were fine with the end approaching, but the your biggest worry was... Yoongi. You were scared, no, mortified, even at the thought of not being able to see Yoongi ever again. All you wanted was.. one .last . hug.. His embrace, was what felt like the only medicine you ever need and the only cure for the seemingly never ending pain of missing him. It felt like tomorrow wasn't coming, as if time stopped but was still continuing, so slow, almost teasing.
That morning... It was clear.. You weren't gonna make it. The cramps were now so bad that you couldn't ignore them, to the state where you couldn't stand up.Tears starting to blur your already not so clear vision, small sobs filling in the room, suddenly bursting into larger ones as you cant hold it in anymore. Was it too much to ask? Life has always treated you like shit and once in your life you finally have something to cherish. Was it a punishment? You ask yourself; What have I done? What was it that i did to receive such harsh treatment from life. The more you thought about it the more anger it built up inside you, to hate anyone or any thing that brought you to this world. The tears streaming down your cheek from your closed eyes as you scream in pain, in the middle of the bed, crying all of your senses out of your mind as if there was no tomorrow.. cause there wasn't....
“Why?!... Just... j-Just.. One... last--”
You were startled by the unexpected cotton soft sensation on your cheeks that have become red from crying.
As you turned your back you saw... Yoongi.
You didn't believe it. It really was him. It just felt so... unreal.
‘Why is my cutie pie crying?’ he says in the most innocent tone he can make. Every word coming out of his mouth giving you all the comfort you could ever ask for, suddenly forgetting all the misery you are in.
‘Y-Yoongi..’ you utter out, shaking under his touch as he pulls you in for a warm cuddle.
‘Shh... babe.. It’s fine you don’t have to explain... I-I know.... h-how hard...’he hesitates as he tries to speak through his tears.
‘It’s been for you...’ he blurts out as more tears roll down his sugar white, silk smooth skin you oh so long to touch.
‘Yoongi, I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.. I-I didn’t want t-to~’
‘Stop. I know. And let’s not spend the last moments like this. I don’t want them withered away like this.’ he cuts you off before you could explain further more.
‘I love you.. Yoongi..’ you whisper, not having any energy to do anything else as you close your eyes to never open them ever again...
‘I love you too... Y/N.. I love you too...’ he responds, only to recieve nothing more than silence.
His sobs getting bigger and bigger as he can’t hold them back anymore. He knew you weren't coming back, the realisation only making him feel worse for how much he has neglected you. He never understood why you stood by him, non the less he was still grateful for every moment you stood by him no matter how hard it was for you.
Thanks for reading (✿◠‿◠) Your comments/notes are always appreciated.
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