Minseok is fully prepared to die, but when the moment arrives, he regrets.

“I’m Chen,” The male Chen said softly, sending Minseok another sweet smile before turning back and focusing on the location of the fireworks sprinkling the sky like rain drops. Minseok felt his throat tighten, the air around suddenly humming with warmth, his face filling with blood ‘til the point where Minseok knew he was blushing. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, the new sensation  of warmth unsettling. There was something wrong with him, besides being terminally ill, there had to be.

He thought Chen was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.