You fall in love with the doctor that treated your paralysis after a crash. But what you don't know, is that he carries a secret with him that might take him away from you forever.
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A medical, complicated love story to move every single reader
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EVERY GOOD HAS IT'S BAD
"I love you so much," you whisper to him, almost falling asleep again if he didn't tug at the waistband of your panties, and letting them go.
"I love you more," he whispers against your lips before connecting them in a smooth, savouring kiss.
He slowly crawls on top of you, carefully rolling you onto your back while keeping your lips pressed together. You part your legs for him to settle in between.
"Jin..."
He looks down at you, seeing your teary eyes and trembling lip.
"Hey..." Jin places his hand on your cheek, holding it in his hand and kissing your forehead.
"I love you so much, Jin. I really do," you pull him close to you, kissing him gently. He can taste the saltiness of your tears on your lips.
He settles his knees in between your thighs, slowly and carefully deepening the moment with you.
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After emotional, slow sex in wich a couple of tears spilled and spending a morning in bed, just being comfortable with eachother, you found yourself in the hospital with Jin.
He was about to have his first chemo treatment. He was nervous, maybe even a little scared.
"Hey, Jin," Namjoon greets him. "Hi, Cloe," Namjoon gives you a reassuring smile. "I assume that you know...?"
"I do," you say, giving Jin's hand a squeeze. "If I didn't know I wouldn't be here."
"Right. Our colleagues just told me that they're ready for your treatment. Shall we?" Namjoon asks.
Jin gets up from his seat next to you, giving you a quick kiss and following Namjoon into a room.
You sigh and wait for Namjoon to return. He wasn't allowed to be there during the chemo. He wasn't specialised in cancer, so he couldn't help his best friend any more than he already did.
He flops down next to you with a sigh. "I can't believe this is happening to him," he says.
"Me neither..." A long silence follows. "Is he going to be okay?" You feel your throat tightening.
"I... I wish I knew. Stage four is the worst out of them all. All I know, is that it won't be easy."
