Yunho’s coughing bouts finally mellowed down and Jaejoong frowned at the blood streaks he found on his shirt from the other’s sputter. Yunho tried to say sorry and struggled to wipe the now crimsoned blot on his shirt. Jaejoong tried to assure him that everything is fine and that it was not his fault. Jaejoong helped him on the bed. Jaejoong frowned, lifting Yunho’s shirt and peering at the flat skin, the bony edges a prominent fixture in the man’s abdomen. There were no muscles anymore, just lines from cuts that were previously there. Faded, but still there, a lingering memory of the perfect healthy body he once had.

After he pressed his lips on Yunho’s temple, he ran to the bathroom and showered, toweling dry and walking out, finding Yunho asleep. He dressed up as quickly as he could and tiptoed to the bed, making sure Yunho wouldn’t be disturbed if he slumbered, but Yunho stirred the moment he hoisted himself up on their small bed. Jaejoong whispered him to sleep, lying on his side and laying a hand on Yunho’s arm. Yunho with a new found energy moved on top of Jaejoong and straddled him. Jaejoong was surprised, he felt Yunho’s lips probe within him, delving deeper than how he’d ever imagined the other could. But it pained him to see so much effort from the other man at such a simple kiss. He was panting since kissing deeply was still too much of a waste of energy for him.

Jaejoong would be content when Yunho would hold him in his sleep, pull him in a tight embrace. He would be content if Yunho kissed him, though it took a great effort on his part. He would be content if Yunho thanked him for all he’s done, but never anticipated hearing that Yunho loved him, that Yunho still loved him. Yu