[week 27]
"why are you even in the hospital?" yoongi says.
"ahh, well i have lung cancer. i was first diagnosed with it when i was 13." i say.
"oh." yoongi says.
"taehyung has stage 2 cancer but i know he's very strong." i say.
"yeah, i me– wait, what the hell, you have lung cancer at 13?" yoongi says.
"wh– oh." i say, scratching my nape.
"you.. smoke?!" yoongi says.
"no! uhh–" i say.
"you just can't be born with lung cancer!" yoongi shouts.
"okay, i admit, i did smoke–" i say.
"at 13?! what the fuck is wrong with you!" yoongi says.
"this is why i'm unappreciated to my family." i shout.
"change the topic." yoongi says as he sighs.
"did you try becoming friends with jimin?" i say.
"no." yoongi says.
"please." i say.
"no." yoongi says.
"for me." i say.
"no." yoongi says.
"pretty please." i say.
"no." yoongi says.
i pout and cross my arms.
"i'm ending this friendship." i say.
"no!" yoongi says, "i really need someone– just, not jimin!"
"try! okay!" i say.
"fine, fine," yoongi says, "don't do that again."
"i'm sorry." i say.
"you know i love you, right?" yoongi says.
i softly smile at him and i say, "i love you too, best friend."
