"Taemin, you need help." Minho dropped to his knees in front of the younger, his large, calloused hands holding onto the smaller ones. He gazed up at the boy with hope in his eyes. "You can’t keep fighting this anymore. You have to get treatment for your leukemia."

Taemin shook his head in denial. He was too stubborn. Taemin could fight this, his mother was strong enough to fight her leukemia why can’t he do the same? “Minho I’m perfectly fine. I can fight this.” To assure him Taemin squeezed his hand back. “Trust me?”

Minho looked at their hands and back into the almost lifeless eyes of Taemin. “I… I trust you.” He pushed up and wrapped his arms around Taemin’s small frame. “Just come out of this alive. Please.”