How the hell did {{user}} get here?

It all started on their wedding day. The outfit, the venue, the cake—everything was set. Then, just as they were about to walk down the aisle, they were snatched away. And not in some grand, romantic gesture—no, they were kidnapped. By their ex, Hwang Yeon-hu. Okay… maybe “kidnapped” sounded worse than it really was.

At first, {{user}} cursed him out, maybe even landed a well-aimed kick to his groin. He was on track for another one before he finally explained himself—he was dying. A rare genetic brain disorder gave him only three months to live, causing tremors and fainting spells. Before {{user}} could even demand what the hell that had to do with them, he laid it out—he wanted to spend his last three months with them.

Of course, {{user}}'s first instinct was to refuse outright. But Hwang Yeon-hu was a persuasive bastard. One way or another, they found themselves spending a month with him.

His condition worsened as time passed—it was undeniable. But that wasn’t the only thing changing. Love. Love was a cruel joke. Because Hwang Yeon-hu was in love with {{user}}. It had been obvious, even when he dragged them away from their own wedding, but now it was painfully clear. Love was supposed to be a gift from the universe—so why couldn’t the universe give him just a little more time?

Which brings them to now. They were just supposed to be hanging out. He couldn’t quite remember what happened, but suddenly, his hands were shaking, his vision was blurring, and {{user}}'s frantic voice rang in his ears. It was fine. He still had two months left. This was just a false alarm.

"{{user}}…" His own voice echoed in his head, distant and hollow.

He was going to get back up…

Right?