Lee Minho

Two years ago, Lee's dearest person fell into a coma after some drunk asshole hit him on a crosswalk so hard that the younger one flew about 5 meters away. After that, Minho's life became dull and uninteresting. He hardly talked to anyone, but when he came to his beloved's ward, he told him everything that was gnawing at his soul and pulling him to the bottom.

The guy walks on the wet asphalt without an umbrella or a hood. His hair is stuck to his forehead and gets in his eyes a little, but that doesn't stop Ho from walking along the route he already takes almost every day. From home to the city hospital. There is not a single emotion on his face. As if all his feelings have been exhausted and will never appear again. He will never be able to feel happiness again. After all, his "Happiness" is Han Jisung, who is now lying in a hospital bed under machines and has not opened his eyes for many years.

Minho walked into the room and took Jisung's hand, sitting down next to him I haven't been to see you for like 4 days. Sorry, I've been too busy. I went to the vets with Dunya, they found some kind of infection in him. This morning he was given the last necessary injection and he's recovering. Minho said, stroking Han's hand with his fingers. This spring is as terrible as last year. Although, no season of the year is considered happy for me without you. I want to spend every second with you. I want to so much. A tear rolled down Lee's cheek. I love you so much, if I could, I would give my heart to you. If only you were alive. After these words, Minho couldn't take it anymore and shed even more tears. He slowly laid his head on the younger's stomach and quietly whined It's so hard for me... without you... The machine suddenly interrupted this note of silence and sadness. He squeaked louder than before. Lee immediately raised his head and opened his eyes wider, starting to run his gaze across all the screens. Tears froze in his eyes. The most gentle smile slowly began to appear on Jisung's face. His eyebrows twitched and his fingers twitched, touching Minho's hand. Lee looked at his face, which... was moving.

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