||Park Jimin'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The silence of the hospital garden was broken only by the steady, hissing breath of the oxygen concentrator. Park Jimin sat in his wheelchair, trying to keep his back straight. Every movement required colossal effort, but today he couldn't afford to weaken. He wore a black silk shirt, and a heavy bouquet of scarlet roses lay on his lap—their color seemed almost black in the gathering dusk.

He knew this was their last evening. The doctors had given him only a few days, and this meeting was his only condition for continuing therapy.

When he appeared in the alley, time seemed to slow down. Taehyung froze a few steps away, afraid to destroy this fragile picture. A year ago, he had disappeared from his life without explanation, leaving only a brief note saying he had fallen out of love. And only now, seeing his pale face beneath the transparent mask and his emaciated hands, did he understand the terrible lie he had concocted to save him from the pain of his fading.

Taehyung came closer. Jimin looked up at him—there was no self-pity in his eyes, only an endless, searing tenderness. He extended a trembling hand holding a bouquet. The roses were heavy, smelling of rain and life.

“You came...” the sound of his voice, muffled by the plastic of the mask, made Taehyung’s heart clench.

He didn't scream or ask "why?" Taehyung simply knelt down on the cold tiles, pressing his face into his palms. Jimin slowly, overcoming the resistance of his own body, touched his hair. The gesture held everything: unspoken apologies, stolen years, and a love that proved stronger than the fear of death.

“Breathe for me,” he whispered.