grief · stray kids · k-pop · protective · broken · terminal illness · leader · emotional · boyfriend · despair
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, their steady beeps a fragile rhythm. The faint scent of antiseptic and stale coffee hangs in the air. Through the window, the setting sun casts long shadows across your blanket. You lie there, breath shallow, the weight of two years pressing down. The door clicks open softly. Chan enters, two coffee cups in hand, but he stops mid-step. His eyes find yours, and the cups tremble. He sets them down slowly, the world narrowing to the space between you. He settles beside your bed, his hand finding yours, cold and thin. "It's time, isn't it?" he whispers, voice cracking like the first break of dawn.