The diary fell on the ground, and stayed there, stationary.

His hands shook vigorously, so did he knees, as, very soon, he crashed on the ground along with the diary. He felt the world around him spinning, and becoming darker and darker. His chest tightened, his heart beats fastened, he was sweating profusely. He didn't know what to do, how to react. He couldn't breathe...he wanted to die.

Is this all true? Is this? It can't be...it can't be. No! Woo...its...its not true...not true...

San pulled himself together and managed to get up from the floor. He picked up the diary, and, swinging his bag on his shoulders and rubbing the tears off his face, he bolted out of the classroom and sprinted down the corridor. The rains had slackened and the gorgeous twilight sky had spread it's last ray of golden hue across the city. San ran out of the school and sped down the street, straight towards Wooyoung's house.

Memories flooded his brain, as he ran, tears streaming down his face. Memories of him and his Woo, the good times they created together, the break up, the attitude he made Woo put up with, his ruthlessness towards the boy. The more he thought, the more he cried, the more weaker he felt, the more his hatred grew towards himself. All those scribbles painfully blotted on that diary, those tear stained pages, those heart breaking incident the poor boy had to put up with made him go crazy. Still, he ran down the ran, without stopping for a second.

It's not true...It's not true at all...everything will be fine...Woo's fine...he's fine...it's not true...if it is...I'll...I'll kill myself....

San stopped in front of Wooyoung's mansion. He bolted indoors and knocked on the door. He waited for several minutes, his heart throbbing against his sunken ribs, until a maid opened it.

"I need to see Woo-"

"I'm sorry sir," the maid replied, politely, "Mr and Mrs Jung are at the hospital. Master Wooyoung is very ill. They-"

Before the maid could complete her sentence, San dashed away from that place. Luckily the hospital was near. He ran indoors and straight away to the Oncology department where cancer patients were admitted.

After looking around a bit, he quickly spotted Wooyoung's parents. He walked up to them and nervously stood a little away from them. It was until Wooyoung's father noticed him.

"San?"

San gulped and came forward. He was still in his school uniform, tightly clutching Wooyoung's diary in his arms, sweating, panting and groping for air.

"P-Please sir...I-I want t-to see W-Woo..."

Just then, the doctor and a nurse walked out of the ward. Wooyoung's parents stood up, looking too anxious. The doctor's face was unreadable, grim and serious. Before his parents could ask anything, he slowly shook his head.

"It's time, Mr and Mrs Jung. He fought a brave fight. I hope you understand."

Wooyoung's mother broke into tears, as Wooyoung's father wiped his own tears away, wrapping his wife in his arms. San was still clueless, as he was standing far away from the couple. Seeing them cry out of nowhere made his heart skip beats.

"Please doctor," requested San, coming closer to the doctor, "C-Can I please meet him once, please?" San was already fearing the worst.

No sooner did the doctor nod his head than he sprinted into the room.

San couldn't believe what he saw. Something that he perhaps never wanted to see. Lying on a white bed, wrapped in a snow white sheet, was the boy he once loved. His head was covered with a cap to hide His baldness. His eyes were shut. His face looked pale and tired, yet his lips looked so red and still so kissable. He looked like an angel, peacefully asleep. His hands were attached with so many wires connecting to various machines around him. Wooyoung looked so peaceful that San could hardly believe that he had gone through so much.

San slowly put his diary on the table beside his bed and knelt down on the ground. He gently took Wooyoung's cold hand in his own and looked at it. Tears filled his eyes as he remembered whatever that boy had written in his diary. What a selfish monster I was! He could just stare at his hand and cry. He couldn't kiss his hand. He couldn't. He didn't deserve to do it. He didn't deserve Wooyoung.

"W-Woo..." he whispered, "Wooyoung...I-I'm s-sorry...I am s-so s-so s-sorry...I-I don't deserve your f-forgiveness....I-I won't ask for it...B-But please Woo...p-please come back...atleast for your parents...f-for your friends...f-for....me...W-Woo....I can't l-loose you...I k-know I've wronged you...b-but please Woo...don't l-leave me...i-if you go away...I c-can never live on with this g-guilt...pl-please Woo I'm sorry...c-come back...please...."

San wept on and on, holding Wooyoung's hand. He couldn't believe he could hurt this angel so much. Being the fragile type himself, he was too broken to go back to Wooyoung after the breakup. Wooyoung was so good at portraying the entire stuff and was so adamant that San had finally given up after trying for too many times and had believed the fact that Wooyoung was cheating on him. If...If he hadn't left him then, nothing would have happened.

"S-San...?"

San jolted up quickly on hearing the voice and got up from the ground. And there was his Wooyoung, looking at him with teary eyes and a tear stained face.

"W-Woo..."

There was silence, a silence too powerful for both of them to break. Wooyoung couldn't believe that his last wish was coming true, to see his beloved San before he finally closed his eyes forever. On the other hand, San couldn't believe the fact that Wooyoung, the boy for whom he was ready to fight the entire world was lying on his deathbed. He never wanted to believe it...but what could he do.

The two boys stared at each other, tears streaming down their cheeks. Slowly, Wooyoung raised his hands, even though they had wires and channels connected with needles, and directed them towards San, asking for a silent hug. A part of his mind still sayed that San wouldn't hug him, he still hates him. What he didn't know was that San had already known the truth.

San was quick. He let himself fall and get engulfed in that warm, longing hug. As he rested his head upon Wooyoung's chest, he broke down, crying hysterically. Wooyoung couldn't believe whatever was going on, abd it was then San bursted out.

"W-Why W-Woo...w-why did y-you do this t-to m-me...w-why...w-why?"

"S-San h-how did you-"

"Y-Your Diary!"

Wooyoung's eyes widened. How did San find it?

"Y-You l-left it at school...I f-found it and r-read it...why W-Woo...w-why did you..."

San slowly lifted his head and looked into Wooyoung's eyes. So soft. Even then, they were sparkling like glitters. As if to join their sparkle, Wooyoung smiled, which shone even more. He gently cupped San's face and said,

"S-San...I've never stopped loving you...y-you have a life San....a life to live...I-I didn't want your life to get ruined because of my untimely disappearance knowing how fragile you are...so i did this San...I had no-"

"Worst idea!" San said, as he cried even harder, "Y-You made me hate you so much that I-I did so many bad stuff to you. I-I can n-never f-forgive-"

"Sshhh baby," Wooyoung spoke, slowly rubbing of San's tears with his cold, weak hands, "It wasn't your fault sweetheart... You don't ask for forgiveness-"

"B-But..."

"Sshh! Seeing you here while I take my last breath is enough for me..."

"Wooyoung! No!" San screamed, "Y-You c-cant leave me...I...I'll m-make up for everything Woo...b-but p-please d-do'nt..."

San started crying again, as Wooyoung's eyes got moist. Finally he had San by his side, but this wasn't his plan. First of all he didn't want him to know anything, abd secondly he never wanted to see him cry.

"S-San..." he whispered, pulling him closer to his face, "M-My t-time has come...I-I have to leave..."

"L-Love n-no..." San cried, burying his face in Wooyoung's chest.

"San," Wooyoung continued, fighting his tears choking his voice, as he ran his fingers through his lover's dark hair for that one last time, "Promise me you'll be happy in your life. Promise me you'll find someone to love you and be very very happy. Just keep a little space for me in your heart love and I'll be satisfied. Live your life Sannie. It's too short to enjoy. Promise me-"

"You broke all our promises Woo!" San cried, looking a bit angry and way too sad.

"I'm sorry love...I'm so so sorry...." Wooyoung whispered as he gently kissed San on his nose. He then looked up at his beloved boy and smiled. He looked at hos face, his dark eyes, his handsome features, which he would never ever see again. Never would he able to see those mischievous eyes again, those plush lips, his smiles, his face. Never would he be able to run his fingers through his hair, to listen to his laugh, to dance to his music, to kiss his lips. Never would he be able...to see him again.

"Wooyoung," San whispered, edging closer to the boy, wrapping him up in his arms as he was getting colder every minute, "I love you. I love you Wooyoung and this is true. Never had I had those feelings I held for you for all the people I dated after we broke up. I was so hurt by you that I didn't want to shame myself to see you with your boyfriend again. So I gave up. I tried to embarrass you in class just to get revenge. I was a beast Woo...a fucking monster. But Woo...know this till my last, you'll be my first and...my last love. Till the end of everything, you're mine Woo. I'm so so sorry for whatever I've done to you love. But...I...I love you...a lot...a lot..."

No sooner did San finish his sentence, then Wooyoung pulled him and crashed his lips on his own. They kissed, slowly and passionately, feeling each other's love once again, after so long, as if it was their first, their last. It was soft and gentle, yet so passionate and true. Their lips fit like two pieces of a puzzle, completing each other. Slowly, San pulled away from the kiss and looked at his beloved and smile. For a moment, he got up from his chest and put his hand around his neck. Wooyoung looked a bit confused but soon realised.

"Woo, my love," San spoke as he opened his necklace, "Take this with you. Wherever you go, this necklace will show that you're mine. I don't have rings with me, so take this as a- No! Wait..."

"What happened Sannie?" Wooyoung asked confused. San, just like the oblivious idiot he was, got off from the bed, and got down beside Wooyoung's bed on one knee, facing a now completely red Wooyoung. He held the necklace in his hand and looked at Wooyoung, smiling mischievously.

"Will you marry me, Jung Wooyoung?" he asked, trying to hold back his laughter at his own stupidity.

"San you're crazy..." Wooyoung said softly, as if he was slowly loosing his voice.

"Screw it! I said I don't have rings. So...Mr Jung Wooyoung, will you marry me?"

Wooyoung couldn't stop smiling. Tears formed in his eyes as he let out a small 'yes'. He knew well, his time was drawing nearer.

"So...ahem...do you, Mr Jung Wooyoung, take this idiot Choi San as your lawfully wedded husband?"

Wooyoung couldn't stop laughing at his stupidity.

"I do! I do!"

San slowly got up from the ground and put the necklace around his neck. He leaned forward to peck his lips and quickly embraced him. Wooyoung cried harder, feeling so sad that he would never get moments like this again.

"C-Can you stay b-back here for the n-night? I d-do'nt force-"

San, without replying anything, quickly laid down on the spot beside Wooyoung and wrapped him up in his arms. With his arm as Wooyoung's pillow and his hand wrapped around that cold, little frame, he couldn't feel more comfortable, even though he was still in his school uniform. Unknown to them, the nurse had seen them through the glass panels on the door. She chose it would be best to leave them alone for the night, and had walked away, telling the other staffs and Wooyoung's parents not to interfere them.

"Sannie, thank you for everything..." Wooyoung spoke, edging closer to him, "I love you so much Sannie...so so much. Now, can I rest?"

San knew very well what he meant. He chose not to reply, as he continued looking into Wooyoung's beautiful dark eyes, his own tears threatning to fall anytime.

"Sannie, I gotta rest now...please...."

"Y-Yes...sure...but only if you promise to wake me up with your typical weird morning songs, okay?"

"Haha! Sure."

"Sweet dreams Wooyoung!"

And that's how they fell asleep in each other's arms for that night, for that one last time.

***

3:55 a.m
Wooyoung opened his eyes, feeling weird. He couldn't move an inch. His body felt numb. He couldn't even shift himself to the other side. He knew what would happen next.

3:56 a.m
Fearing that he won't be able to see it again, he slowly looked up at San's sleeping face. Oh! How gorgeous my boy is. Wooyoung stared at his face as long as his eyes felt too heavy, storing every detail he could. He smiled.

His eyes, that shone brighter that the Sun up in the Summer skies, even if they were closed in a peaceful sleep at that moment.

His face, so much more handsome than the young Adonis himself, like a Greek God straight out of the mythological books.

His laugh, just like the melodies from a sweet instrument, which he could listen forever yet never get tired.

His touch, so warm and comfortable, putting his tormented heart at ease, like a warm blanket on a winter midnight.

His scent, so unique yet affective, filling his nose with his intoxication.

His kiss, so passionate, just like the pouring rains upon his lips, or like the warm coffee on a rainy day.

And him...his love, his world, his everything. His Choi San.

3:58 a.m
"Thank you Sannie, for everything," Wooyoung whispered softly with a little smile tugging at his lips, for the last time, looking at San's sleeping face in that partly illuminated room, "I must leave now. Live your life beloved. Be happy always. It's just a matter of time sweet. We'll meet again. Till then take care, sweetheart. I love you so so much."

3:59 a.m
Wooyoung slowly kissed San's lips and smiled at him, feeling too numb to move anymore.

"G-Goodbye love!"

And then, he finally closed his eyes, his hands still intertwined with his lover's, lips still curved into a sweet smile, as he slowly let himself drown in that eternal sleep, once and forever.

4:00 a.m

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