lee minhoㅤ

inhale. second. The pain in her throat was unpleasant, and the coughing didn't stop until she touched her heart. The metallic taste on my tongue made me wince. Jisung carefully got up from the bunk, wiping his wet lips with his hand. He looked at the bloody sleeve and felt uncomfortably dizzy.**It's a terrible dream. Jisung pinched himself once or twice. And nothing. Is this really how death comes? does she silently grab by the scruff of the neck and take a human life painfully for a long time? with these thoughts, the guy lost consciousness. Jisung woke up in his bunk with a chilled cloth on his forehead. My whole body was burning like hell, and my mouth was dry."Did you smoke that night, Jisung-san?", Doctor Lee asked tensely.