From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 735 June Is Anti-Fragile

"Oops," June muttered.

He didn't realize that he had stashed it away so carelessly in his drawer.

Meanwhile, the contents of the briefcase were hidden in the depths of his closet.

"Oops?" Jay exclaimed. "Is that the only thing you could say?"

June sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "How did you know how to interpret the results, though?" he asked. "Those are just laboratory values."

"I told you!" Jay exclaimed. "I finished university with honors."

"Besides," he continued. "It's literally written right here—Be careful. June could die in June, LOLZ."

June let out a deep breath and massaged his temples.

"How can someone like him have a license, much less own a hospital?" June muttered.

Anyway, the cat was out of the bag, so June believed there was no use hiding it.

It was actually pretty tough keeping it to himself, so this was a good opportunity to have a confidant.

"Surprise? I'm sick," June said in an unsure tone.

Jay's lips quivered as June said those words.

Then, not even a second later, he started crying hysterically—almost as if he was the one who was dying.

June's eyebrows raised in surprise, and he didn't know what to say or how to comfort him.

With that, he patted Jay's shoulder.

"Hey, it's alright," he chuckled. "I'm still here. I'm still alive. If it makes you feel better, I can live up to three months."

June's statement didn't comfort Jay in the slightest.

"Umm, if I get treatment, I could die faster. So, technically, this is much better," June awkwardly smiled.

That made Jay cry even harder, making June scratch the back of his head.

"So, this was why you asked the question back then?" Jay asked, sniffing.

"Sort of," June said. "However, it's not set in stone. I feel like I can live a few years more with how I feel, but then again, I'm no doctor."

Jay placed the results back in the drawer and held June's hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to get treatment? My aunt's great grandfather's friend's pet jellyfish sitter's niece had some kind of blood cancer, too, and she got better with spiritual healing and soursop leaves," he said.

June smiled. "I appreciate that. However, Dr. Oh said that it's too late for natural remedies. I'd rather live the rest of my short life without any worries than to have something to blame if some kind of treatment doesn't work."

Jay wanted to cry once more, but seeing June's courage made him hold back his tears.

"Gosh," Jay muttered. "What am I going to do now?"

"Nothing," June said. "There's nothing you can do except to act normally."

Jay looked at him incredulously. "How could I even act normally after what you've just revealed? I feel like I can't live my life from now on! Should I go with you when the time comes?"

June shook his head. "Don't say that," he said. "Let's just go," he casually said while placing his bag over his shoulder.

"I bet the other boys are waiting."

June didn't allow Jay to respond and went ahead to the car.

Jay quickly followed after him, staring at him for a few seconds, causing June to sigh.

He narrowed his eyes at Jay and pointed at him with his index finger.

"Remember what I said—act normally," he warned.

Jay pursed his lips, and with that, he drove the car to Azure's practice room.

The two of them were silent as they got out, and June hoped that Jay would actually listen to his instruction so the other boys wouldn't be suspicious.

As much as he wanted to give the boys a heads up, he couldn't help but think that the preparation for the concert would be ruined if they found out he was seriously ill.

He opened the door to the practice room and was met with the sight of the boys resting on the floor.

They were filled with sweat as they had been practicing since the morning.

However, with the sight of June, it seemed like they were all energized.

"Bro!" Jisung exclaimed and bounced over to where June was, giving him a bro hug.

"Did you have a good day?" he asked.

"Hmm," June hummed.

"Us too!" Jisung said. "We went over the parts of the concert that looked iffy, and we made sure to keep up with your pace so we wouldn't make any mistakes."

June shook his head. "You guys are already at my pace," he said.

"That's right," Akira boasted with his hands on his waist, showing off his confidence.

"But can you teach me this high part? I can't seem to get it while dancing so hard," Akira added.

The other members shook their heads while June gave him some advice.

Jay, on the other hand, stood at the corner of the room, his face looking as dark as the Point Nemo in the middle of the night.

He looked at the scene before him and covered the bottom half of his face with his hands, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

Then, he brought out his phone and started snapping photos of the boys.

However, he didn't realize that he had his flash on, so the boys all turned to him.

Jaeyong frowned in confusion. "What...was that?"

"For my memory," Jay said in one breath, making them unable to decipher him.

"What is he on?" Jisung muttered.

June glared at him, causing Jay to swallow the lump in his throat.

"It's for BTS stuff," he said in a fake cheery voice.

"Oh," Jisung said. "Make sure we look good in it, then."

Jay nodded before turning to face the mirror and seeing his red eyes.

"This is for the better," he dramatically said as snot filled his nose.

"I shall live with the burden."

June watched him through his peripheral vision and shook his head.

Jay was being dramatic again—just as usual.

Jay turned around once more, and at that moment, June slipped on the wet floor, causing him to fall to the ground.

Akira and Ren turned to each other before bursting into laughter.

The other members also watched him in amusement.

Meanwhile, Jay ran to where he was, almost as if he was in a warzone, and cradled his head like a mom to her child.

"Are you alright?" he frantically asked. "Please! Please! Be alright. I'm not ready to let you go yet."

The boys watched the scene before them with raised eyebrows, weirded out by Jay's actions.

June, on the other hand, sighed in defeat.

Maybe it wasn't better for Jay to know about this.