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*3rd persons pov*

"the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

"Hey.. I have something to tell you" The younger nodded facing him, "hyuck I-I'm sick"

He nodded, "I know"

*flashback*

"MOM I DONT WANT THIS" he whined pushing the pills away from him

"sure if you don't get well don't take it"

He pouted quickly shoving the pills and drink it, "see that's easy"

"I feel like it's stuck"

"Don't be dramatic, I'll be back stay here"

He boredly looked at his side seeing a groggeues man crying in bed, "I'm dying right hyung"

"you're silly Ofc not"

"Then why I'm not getting better? It's been a year hyung, I'm sick staying here I'm tired I-I'm so tired" he cried as his brother comforted him

*end flashback*

He smiled wiping the other tears, "We must have the little time, but it's was the best. I get to met you and love you. Being with you is enough for me."

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