The days passed like petals drifting in spring wind—light, soft, full of laughter.Min-kyu and Ha-jun started planning again. Little trips. Quiet moments. A future.Min-kyu almost forgot to be scared. Almost.One rainy morning, Ha-jun didn’t wake up on time.Min-kyu stood by the window, watching the gray sky, and when he turned, something felt wrong.Ha-jun’s breath was shallow. His skin pale. There was blood on the pillow.“Ha-jun?” his voice cracked. “Hey… wake up. Please.”Ha-jun stirred, groaned, then smiled weakly. “Sorry… I guess… I pushed too hard yesterday.”Min-kyu called the nurse, heart racing, hands shaking.That night, Min-kyu cried in the bathroom.He stuffed a towel in his mouth to keep the sound in.He hated himself for feeling afraid again. Hated himself for believing it was over.But mostly, he hated the way Ha-jun had smiled.That tired, fading smile—like he was already saying goodbye.The next morning, the doctor spoke slower than usual. More careful. More quiet.Min-kyu heard the words, but they didn’t register.“There’s… a chance it’s spreading again.”His legs went numb. His heart turned to glass.That night, Ha-jun looked at Min-kyu’s tear-filled eyes and whispered, “You’re crying again.”“Because I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you.”Ha-jun touched his cheek. “Then don’t lose me yet.”“I’ll fight harder.”Min-kyu kissed him like he could kiss the sickness away.Like love could be a cure.But that night, the rain didn’t stop.And Min-kyu didn’t sleep.End of Episode 5
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