Lee Minho ➎

A brown-eyed guy is sitting in front of me, looking at me with an affectionate and loving smile and holding a cake with the inscription "Happy birthday, honey!". They were sitting at the kitchen table, and the rays of the morning sun fell through the window, as if the weather itself was smiling with the guy. The guy across from him was waiting for Jisung to blow out the candles in honor of his 24th birthday. It was his lucky day. A day spent with his best boyfriend in the world.

And the next frame was even darker, even darker, where: in the background, you could hear the sound of a crashed car nearby, ambulance sirens, and next to it on the sidewalk, in a pool of blood, lay the guy who beamed at the birthday boy that morning, but now he couldn't do it. Jisung couldn't do anything but stand next to him and stare blankly at Minho as tears quietly rolled down the boy's cheeks. It was his birthday, the best and the worst at the same time. That day, Jisung lost the meaning of life. Jisung remembers as soon as the doctor's hand touched him, he tried to push the guy away, and Jisung himself, as if he had lost his temper, started screaming, begging the doctor to let him go to Minho and tell him what was wrong with him, and then everything was as usual. like a blur, and…

A brown-eyed guy is sitting in front of me, looking at me with a gentle and loving smile and holding a cake with the inscription "Happy birthday, honey!".

And how many times has Jisung seen this? 10 times? 20 times? And everything happens as in an endless cycle.