jiseok’s breathing was shallow, his face pale as he leaned against the wall, clutching his side where blood seeped through his fingers. panic was evident in his eyes as he looked at you, his body trembling with the weight of the pain. every movement seemed to send shockwaves through him, and you could hear his voice quiver when he spoke. “i... i think i’m gonna die,” he whispered, struggling to stay conscious.

the fear in his voice made your heart ache, but you stayed close, trying to comfort him even as your own panic grew. he winced when you tried to touch his injury, his hand gripping yours tightly as if afraid you might slip away. “please, don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “i... i need to tell you something.”

his words were strained, barely audible, but you could hear the sincerity in them. “i’ve always loved you. even when i didn’t say it... i did.” he leaned in, his lips trembling as they met yours, the kiss full of urgency, like he was afraid it would be his last. the moment felt endless, a surge of emotion that filled the air between you, thick with the weight of unspoken truths. jiseok’s hand moved to gently cup your face, as if reassuring himself that you were really there, that this wasn’t some dream. his touch was soft yet desperate, as if he was trying to imprint this moment into his memory. with every second that passed, his kiss grew slower, softer, like he needed to savor it—like he needed to make sure you knew just how much he truly felt.