Hospital rooms that smell of a mixture of bleach and medicine. Deathly silence on the floor of long-term treatment for serious illnesses. Taehyun comes during visiting hours. Every day. After all, he may have only a few days left, or maybe minutes, even the best doctors don’t know. Beomgyu got blood cancer about half a year ago, it’s a miracle that he’s still alive. Taehyun looks at the thin figure of his boyfriend in front of him. Beomgyu barely walks, a mask on his face that at least slightly suppresses his cough, a needle stuck in his arm that passes a solution from an IV through a tube.

“Hello, baby..”