♡ We tend to cherish the fleeting things... because we know that, someday, they'll all be gone. ♡
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 1x
[EXTENDED SUMMARY]:
Nineteen-year-old, cancer-stricken Lee Minho knows is well aware of the presence of his impending death. Exhaus...
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The sun rises above the horizon, casting long shadows along the ground from the trees lining the lake as Minho wakes up. His head is foggy and hazy with sleep, and to be honest, he wants nothing more than to doze off again. To curl back into the warm embrace of unconsciousness that threatens to consume him with every passing second.
Jisung is asleep against his chest, his hair tickling against Minho's cheek as he rouses from his slumber.
Minho groans and cracks his neck to rid himself of the crick in his neck, yawning loudly as he sits up and stretches his arms out in front of him.
Jisung's headphones fly off his head and clatter to the ground. The song had stopped playing a while ago, anyway. Jisung's phone probably died overnight.
"Rise 'n shine, sleeping beauty," Minho jokes as he turns to face Jisung. "You—"
The sight that greets him makes Minho freeze in place.
Jisung lays beside him on the grass; mouth slackened open, skin pale and sallow, eyes clouded and staring off into nothingness.
No, this can't be happening.
No.
No.
Nonononononono.
"Jisung? Hey, Jisung," Minho murmurs, nudging his shoulder gently.
He gets no response from Jisung, only the sound of heavy, labored breathing filling his ears as he nudges the boy once again with more urgency this time.
"Jisung, come on," Minho pleads, shaking him harder this time as tears begin welling up behind his eyes. "D–Don't— fuck— Don't do this to me!"
Minho cups Jisung's face in his hands and strokes his thumb along the boy's cheek, brushing away some of the stray tears that have begun trickling down his face in rivulets and pattering onto Jisung's face. He presses his fingers against the boy's neck to search for a pulse, but all he feels is an unnatural chill under his touch and an unnerving stillness that settles within his bones.
