Marinettean90
Joong had never believed in fate.
Until the accident.
When he opened his eyes in the hospital, dazed and dizzy, he saw a glowing number floating above the nurse's head.
3247
It pulsed, like a heartbeat.
Days.
The number dropped by one as the clock struck midnight.
He tried to ignore it. Pretend it was trauma, stress, anything logical.
But then he saw zero above a stranger in the hallway.
And the stranger died.
Joong's world cracked.
He stopped looking at the numbers.
Stopped caring.
Until the boy with the countdown of 30 days spilled iced coffee on him and smiled like sunlight.
Dunk.
He lived like time didn't scare him. Joong watched his number burn lower and lower, powerless.
And somewhere between midnight drives, raindrop kisses, and rooftop sunrises - joong forgot that dunk was a countdown.
He started treating him like a future.
But fate doesn't negotiate.
When love arrives with an expiration date,
What hurts more --
Knowing the end is coming or loving anyway?