The hospital room was too white. Too quiet.

Min-kyu held Ha-jun’s hand tightly as the doctor read from the chart with careful, heavy words..

"It’s stage two lung cancer. But we caught it early. That’s good. We have a chance."

Min-kyu’s breath caught. “Chance? So... he can recover?”

The doctor nodded slowly. “It depends on how his body responds to treatment. But yes, we’ll do everything.”.

Ha-jun didn’t speak. He just stared at his fingers, expression unreadable.

Min-kyu turned to him, voice shaking. “Did you hear that? There’s a chance. We’re gonna fight this. You and me, okay?”

Ha-jun gave a small smile. "You’re scared."

Min-kyu bit his lip. “Of course I am. But I’m not letting go of you. Ever.”

That night, they lay together in the hospital bed.

Ha-jun had an IV in his arm. Min-kyu kept brushing his hair back, over and over again.

"Do you still love me, even if I lose all my hair and vomit every day?" Ha-jun teased softly.

Min-kyu kissed his forehead. “I’ll love you even when you're a wrinkly old man who can’t remember my name.”

Ha-jun laughed, then winced from the pain. Min-kyu held him tighter.

The next days were full of hospitals, scans, needles. But also of shared jokes, quiet kisses, whispered promises in sterile halls.

Min-kyu stayed by Ha-jun’s side through it all. He wrote down Ha-jun’s medicine times, fed him soup, and made him laugh even when he was too tired to smile.

One evening, they stood on the hospital rooftop, watching the city lights.

Ha-jun leaned on Min-kyu. “If I beat this… will you still want me?”

Min-kyu turned to him, eyes wet. “I want you in every version. Sick. Healthy. Shining. Broken. Always.”

They kissed under the stars, a fragile promise held between trembling fingers

Min-kyu believed. Because he had to.

He needed to believe that love was enough.

End of Episode 2