Jaejoong slowly entered the ward room, with weak legs and slow small steps. He closed the door behind him so quietly while his eyes were fixed at the helpless and hopeless Yunho who was lying on the bed, sleeping with the oxygen mask on his face, helping him to breathe for air. Jaejoong slowly approached Yunho's bed and sat on the chair next to it. Jaejoong had a very sorrow-looking expression on his face as he placed his hand on top of Yunho's cold hand. Jaejoong watched as Yunho's chest heaved in rhythm and Jaejoong sighed a small one.

"You will leave me sooner, Yunho." Jaejoong muttered.

Yunho slowly and unexpectedly opened his eyes, "I am tired of saying sorry, Jae. I just want to make you happy, very happy." he said in a hoarse voice, managed to surprise the sad Jaejoong.

"You know you can't." Jaejoong remarked.

"Give me one more chance, Jae. For the last time." Yunho pleaded, holding Jaejoong's hand with his cold one so tight as he could, hoping for Jaejoong to just nod and agree.

"Stop saying for the last time! Just say what you want to tell me! I, I don't know anymore, I am done !" and Jaejoong cried as he clenched his fist very hard and his body trembled.

Yunho smiled as he took off the mask from his face, "Don't you say that you are giving up on me. Don't you love me, Jae?" he asked with a small smile as he managed to sit up slowly and faced his dearest Jaejoong.

"I do love you."

"Then let me make you happy, alright Jae?"

Jaejoong just nodded.

In the noon Yunho had another plan. He told Jaejoong that he wanted to bring him somewhere again. However, Yunho kept on pleading Jaejoong to allow him get out from this ward room. He said he was too worst for being jailed and after several attempts, Jaejoong at last gave up and allowed Yunho to walk out from the ward room but,

"Just in the hospital's compound and on the wheelchair. No more nor less." Jaejoong warned. Yunho happily nodded and watched as Jaejoong pulled a folded wheelchair and opened it.

"But I can walk." Yunho protested. His body was still hating the sensation of a wheelchair.

"No but." Jaejoong refused to hear Yunho's whining and prepared the wheelchair for his only and weak Yunho. Yunho chuckled as he slowly stood up with the help from Jaejoong and finally found himself sitting once again on the wheelchair that he hated, as if it was his one and only rival. It was not that he disliked a wheelchair but he never fancied the image of him sitting on a wheelchair, making he looked worser than he already was. And he felt way too guilty toward Jaejoong who had to push the wheelchair all by himself. Only if Yunho could change everything, it would be so perfect.

"It feels lighter." Jaejoong said once he pushed the wheelchair out of the ward room.

"Should I eat more?" Yunho questioned and chuckled.

"If you can. I will cook." Jaejoong answered and smiled.

"I miss your cooking so much."

"Just say it."

"I miss food, you cook food. That means I miss you."

"Wow."

Jaejoong brought Yunho to the garden out of the hospital building but still inside its compund. Not many people could be seen but the scenery was so majestic. The wind blew so smooth, causing the grass to dance without music but in harmony. Birds sang their best song to welcome the arrival of these men while trees beautifully arched their branches to cover the path from the proud bright sunlight. Felt like inside a hidden forest with buried treasures, and the men totally forgot about their pain and wound. As if they were spending time together inside a national forest inside a city. So beautiful. But, Jaejoong suddenly looked down at Yunho who was smiling watching birds flying on top of them and butterflies tried to race each other. Jaejoong thought, if the clock was moving second by second, he wondered, how many seconds were left for him to share with Yunho. They both knew the answer already but they tried to pretend like they knew nothing, like newborn babies. Jaejoong once again felt the burning pain inside his heart. And it was totally aching. Due to this silence occurred, Yunho's smile faded and he frowned. He knew it way too well, Ja