Our Yesterdays and Tomorrows

To Be Continued...

Summary:

Death greeted Mathan like an old friend. They had danced around each other one too many times, and the ball was coming to an end. Mathan knew this. No one else did. Especially not the only person he had ever loved, Kim Seokjin.

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**A spinoff of what could happen if our boys had not already sacrificed so much to that evil goddess of chaos and fate...**

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***IN HONOR OF HAPPY SATANSOO DAY #HappyDODay #HappyKyungsooDay***

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Translators Notes:

-hyung: (형) meaning 'big brother', is only used by males, referring to older males who are too close to their own age to be an 'uncle' or 'grandpa' type.

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"You're dying," the doctor said as he looked over the report in his hands, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"I'm...what?" Mathan breathed in disbelief, his eyes trained on the man in front of him.

"You're dying," the doctor said. "The cancer in your lungs has spread and...even with aggressive treatment...I would say six months. But no longer than a year. I would suggest you get your things in order and...return to go over a treatment plan."

Mathan looked at the desk and nodded.

"Treatment?" he asked softly.

"We will do our best to keep you comfortable for as long as possible but..." the doctor trailed off.

"I see," Mathan said, his brow furrowing as he rationalized that this painful kind of death was no more than he had deserved all along.

"Does your family know?" the doctor asked.

Mathan could only shake his head, thank the doctor and walk numbly from the office.

He was dying, and all his dreams were over. He had been given the tease of a second chance and now...now it was so cruelly being torn away. There would be no happily ever after. Not anymore. Now all there would be were memories made for others to hold dear. Fleeting moments of someone else's time he would need to be selfish enough to steal to make the pain in his chest seem less.

As he walked home he passed people in every stage of life, and for a moment the pain in his chest was worse.

He chickened out that night, opting to hold his angel close, relishing in this first stolen moment of someone else's time, not knowing how he would break it to the man that come Christmas, he may no longer be around.

Walking out of Jin's life without a word wasn't something he could do but, he knew he would not survive the tears streaming down his lovers face when he broke the news that he was leaving him again and that this time it would be for good.

Mathan stayed awake 'til morning, watching his lover sleep, counting the breaths he took and trying to match them with his own but finding it already so difficult to do. The monster in his chest had decreased his lung capacity and he knew a day would come when the air would simply not have room to expand his lungs at all.

For the next several days Mathan convinced his angel to stay in and spend time with him just the two of them alone. It was yet another thousand moments he would steal so when the darkness came, maybe he would not be so scared to walk into the light. He only hoped this time they had together would be enough to ease the sorrow in his lovers' heart when he was no longer there to hold him close at night.