From darkness, rise
Description
He aches to hold him one last time, to kiss his glossed lips with the after-taste of sedatives and painkillers and the sweet flavour of flowers beneath it (a taste that belongs to him only and that Minho hasn't had the time to get used to it). He can only stretch to hold hands though, the stretcher too far away to allow other commodities. He is accustomed with it, has done more in them on better days, not today.
- OR Song Minho has cancer and Jinwoo is willing to give him his kidney as he needs it.
Foreword
Hello, dears!
Yes, I know, I should be working on "Any Song" (and, believe me, I am, somehow) but, as usual, this idea came to me and I haven't felt the urge to write something in weeks, so I gave in.
I also know this little story is nothing much, but I hope that you all can enjoy it. It is very short and nothing out of ordinary, but I wrote it with lots of love, so if you could leave a comment, I would be very thankful.
As usual, English is not my native tongue, so sorry in advance for all the mistakes you will find out.
Thanks for your time reading this silly story.
Lots of love.
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