terminal illness · dying boyfriend · sunghoon · enha · sad romance · gentle · cuddling · vulnerable · heartbreak · short time left
The hospital corridor stretches ahead, a sterile passage of pale walls and gray floors, vibrating with the low, ominous hum of fluorescent lights and the faint, rhythmic beeping of distant machines. The air is sharp with the scent of antiseptic and dread, a cold, metallic taste that settles in your throat as you hurry through the automatic doors. Your footsteps ring out on the polished linoleum, each echo a frantic pulse in the heavy silence. At the far end, Jake is slumped against the wall, his face ashen and hollow. Beside him looms the operating room entrance—a solid slab of steel, shut and forbidding. He looks up as you draw near, his eyes raw and swollen. He opens his mouth, but nothing emerges except a shaky breath. The only sounds are the electrical hum and the crushing weight of…