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“How was your marriage for the past 2 years, Mr. Lee Minho?”

"Over the past two years, my husband Seungmin and I have never been happier. Our routine is quite special”

The camera crew begins to zoom in on Minho’s face, the interviewer was smiling brightly with her phone recording the audio as she leans a bit closer to hear Minho’s answer.

"As my secretary, Seungmin wakes up earlier than I do. He's incredibly considerate, tiptoeing around the room so as not to disturb my sleep. He meticulously prepares everything I need for the day - my clothes, my suitcase. And believe it or not, he insists on cooking me breakfast, despite the maids and chefs offering to take care of it,"

Minho laughed, he mastered the art of faking it infront of the camera. The crew and journalists are all taken in by his performance. Minho understands the importance of what he’s doing; it’s crucial for him, for his family, for their reputation.

On the other side of the mansion, Seungmin sits for his interview as well. They were forced to do this, planned entirely by Minho’s family. The public's suspicions of their marriage has been relentless, fueled by the strange dynamics observed between them within the company they both work for.

“Mr. Kim Seungmin, how is it being the modern cinderella?”

Seungmin’s blood ran cold, he was tired of this. People had always been thinking that he married Minho for the money… which to be honest, is not entirely true. They would never know that at some point, Minho and Seungmin were once deeply in love with each other.

"Being labeled the modern Cinderella implies that I married him for material gain," Seungmin said, his voice firm despite the turmoil within. "But that's simply not the case. My family's financial status has nothing to do with my marriage to Minho. We may come from different backgrounds, but love doesn't discriminate based on wealth."

" I married Minho because I love him, plain and simple ."

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The alarm rang Seungmin awake, he sat up from his bed and stretched his body. He was tired from yesterday’s schedule, including the exhausting couple interview. The pretending and faking answers has tired him out.

He stood up and fixed his hair on the mirror, Minho has a lot of work to do today and Seungmin needs to be by his side all day, not just because he is his husband but he is also his secretary.

Minho lied, they don’t wake up by each other’s side, it’s been a year since they last slept on the same bed. It’s been a year since he last felt Minho’s waist as the latter laid on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It's been a year since he last felt his husband’s warm lips against his.

They hate each other now, he reminds himself as he sighed in front of the mirror.

As Seungmin went down to the living room, the comforting aroma of their favorite foods filled the air, a familiar scent that brought a sense of warmth amidst the cold atmosphere of the mansion. The maids bustle in, carefully setting the table for breakfast, their movements practiced and efficient.

Despite the luxury of the mansion, Seungmin finds solace in these simple moments—the smell of freshly cooked meals, the familiar faces of the household staff who have become like family over the years.

As Seungmin stands in the living room, he hears the familiar sound of footsteps echoing down the grand staircase. Turning, he sees Minho descending, his feline eyes showing a hint of weariness despite his groomed appearance. His hair is flawlessly styled, a commitment to maintaining an image of composure and control.

For a moment, Seungmin's heart flutters with a pang of nostalgia, remembering a time when Minho would allow himself to be vulnerable, when they shared quiet mornings together.

As Minho reaches the bottom of the stairs, his gaze briefly meets Seungmin's before looking away, avoiding any prolonged contact. He settles at the very end of the long dining table, a distance that reinforces the barriers between them.

Seungmin follows him, taking his place on the other side of the table, the gap between them serving as a physical manifestation of the emotional distance that has grown between them over time.

The atmosphere at the table feels heavy with unspoken tension. They go through the motions of breakfast, the clinking of utensils against plates punctuating the strained silence that hangs in the air.

“What’s in my schedule today, Seungmin?” Minho broke the silence between them as he glanced up at his husband.

Seungmin glances down at his notes app, clearing his throat before relaying the day's schedule to Minho.

"You have a Team meeting later at 10 am, a property tour with your cousin Yang Jeongin at 3 pm, and a private meeting with Mr. Bang at God's Menu at 8 pm," Seungmin recites, his tone neutral despite the underlying tension.

Minho pauses, his gaze meeting Seungmin's. "What?" he questions, his knife slicing through the steak with precision.

Seungmin's eyebrows furrow as he presses for answers. "Who’s this Bang Chan, and why are you meeting him at 8 pm? What are you going to talk about?"

Minho's response is blunt, dismissive. "It’s none of your business," he answered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But Seungmin refuses to back down, his own voice rising in frustration. "It is my business," he counters.

“Because I am your husband” was all he wanted to say.

"I am your secretary, and I should know about this. It is my business, Minho," Seungmin argued, his voice tinged with bitterness. He loathes the tension that simmers between them.

Minho's gaze softens momentarily, a flicker of guilt crossing his features before he looks away, his jaw set with stubborn resolve. "I'll handle it," he replies coldly.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy in the air. Seungmin's heart aches at the distance that stretches between them, a stark reminder of the love they once shared and the cracks that have formed since.

With a heavy sigh, Seungmin pushes aside the bitterness that threatens to consume him, a silent vow to weather this storm together, even as the wall between them widens with each passing day. 

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"Hello? Yes, this is Kim Seungmin," He answers the phone. It's 5 pm, and Minho is currently out with Jeongin, touring the new land Minho's grandfather bought for another hotel expansion.

As the conversation unfolds, Seungmin's heart quickens with each word spoken by the doctor on the other end of the line. It's the Hospital in their hometown, it’s about his Father.

The doctor's tone is grave, urging him to come to the hospital as soon as possible. His words hang heavy in the air, increasing Seungmin's anxiety as he braces himself for what comes next.

With trembling hands, He ends the call, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, uncertainty, and a gnawing sense of dread threaten to overwhelm him as he struggle with the implications of the doctor's urgent request.

Suddenly, the office’s door opened and someone went in. It was his husband, Minho. Seungmin walked close to him which made the latter confused. “Come with me. I need to go somewhere, y-you have to go with me” Seungmin began rambling, trying his best not to hold Minho’s hand like he used to before whenever he’s afraid.

But Minho's response is firm, his tone unwavering. "No, I still have to meet Mr. Bang," he says with nonchalance, his focus fixed on the impending meeting's importance for the company.

Desperation seizes Seungmin as he pleads with Minho, his voice cracking with emotion. "Just this once, Minho, please?" he begs. He thinks that he can’t handle seeing his Father in such a bad state.

"I said no. Is that too hard to understand?" he retorts, frustration seeping into his voice. "My grandfather waited for Mr. Bang to return from Australia just so we could arrange this meeting. I can't just ditch it because my secretary said so."

The word stings, a harsh reminder of the border that has grown between them.

“Secretary?” Seungmin's heart shatters at what he heard. He looked down, his lips in a thin line as he turned to run from the office, the weight of his emotions too heavy to bear.

"No, Seungmin, wait—" Minho's plea falls on deaf ears as he watches helplessly, his hand outstretched in an attempt to reach for his fleeing husband. With a heavy sigh, he facepalms in frustration.

Minho doesn’t have any time to run after Seungmin, because apparently, Mr. Bang appeared at the restaurant an hour early, making him go there earlier than planned.

Bang Chan was an old friend of his, well, an ex to be specific. They used to go out when they were in college but it never worked out because Minho claimed that they just never had the “spark” that he was looking for, which goes the same for Chan.

As they catch up on each other's lives and delve into business discussions, Minho's thoughts keep drifting back to Seungmin, his heart heavy with concern and guilt. He struggles to focus on the conversation, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"Hey, you alright?" Bang Chan’s voice cuts through the haze of Minho's thoughts, concern etched in his features as he takes a sip of his wine.

Minho bites his lower lip, a nervous habit betraying his inner turmoil. "Yeah, uhm," he begins, searching for the right words. "We've covered everything we needed to discuss. I should head home now... I have something to do."

Bang Chan nods understandingly, his smile tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I see. Thank you for meeting me again, Minho. It's nice to see you," he says, extending his hand in a gesture of farewell. In which the latter took and shook his hand.

"Likewise, Chan"

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As Minho arrives home, the maid's words weigh heavily on his mind. "Sir Seungmin came home earlier," she informs him, her voice laced with worry. "He seemed upset, his eyes were a bit red."

Minho thanked her and went upstairs where both of their rooms are located. Standing before Seungmin's door, Minho hesitates, his heart aching at the sound of his husband's muffled sobs drifting through the wood.

The urge to comfort Seungmin, to apologize for his words, tugs at Minho's conscience. He wants to come inside and hug him, he wants to apologize and tell him he didn’t mean what he said, to tell him that he is clearly his husband and that would never change.

But he can’t

Because he felt betrayed a year ago and he held resentment for Seungmin because of it.

A betrayal Seungmin isn't even aware of.

A year ago, Minho discovered a series of emails between Seungmin and an old friend, Hyunjin. The emails were innocent on the surface—updates about life, work, and casual conversations. However, one email stood out. In it, Seungmin's words were laced with raw pain and sorrow.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this, Hyunjin," Seungmin wrote. "Minho’s family makes me feel like an intruder in my own home. Every glance, every whispered conversation, it all screams that I don’t belong. I feel like a ghost, floating through their world, unseen and unwanted."

He continued, the anguish evident in every word. "Minho is consumed by his work. He’s so used to the demands and pressures that he doesn’t see me anymore. I’ve become invisible to him. Sometimes I sit in our empty home and wonder if he even notices when I'm not there. I feel like I’ve been swallowed by the shadows of his life, a mere accessory to his success."

The confession grew darker, more despairing. "There are days when I regret marrying him. I think about the life I could have had, free from this constant pain and loneliness. I thought love would be enough, that we could overcome anything together. But now... now I’m not so sure. I feel like I’m drowning, Hyunjin, and there’s no one to save me."

To Minho, this felt like the deepest betrayal. Even though there was nothing quite harmful in those emails, the emotional depth of Seungmin's confessions to Hyunjin cut deep. It felt as though Seungmin was seeking emotional solace elsewhere, instead of turning to Minho.

Since then, Minho's resentment had grown, tainting their interactions. He never confronted Seungmin about the emails, choosing instead to bury his feelings and maintain the facade of a perfect marriage. But the unspoken pain continued to gnaw away at them, causing a gap.

These memories resurface as Minho stands at Seungmin's door, intensifying his inner conflict. He wants to heal the past wounds and close the distance, but he is held back by the pain of being betrayed.

Minho turns his back on the door and retreats with a sorrowful step. He wants to make things right so much, but he can't because he's afraid of facing his own misery.

And exactly that night, Seungmin started to prepare the divorce papers.

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The next night, the atmosphere at the family dinner is thick with tension. Seated around the lavishly set table are Minho’s parents, his brother Lee Felix, Felix's husband Seo Changbin, Minho, and Seungmin. The topic of conversation is one that Seungmin has been dreading.

"We’ve been discussing this for a while now," Minho's father begins, his tone authoritative. "It’s time you and Seungmin considered adopting a child. The family name must continue, and our legacy needs to be secured."

Minho's mother nods in agreement, her gaze fixed on Seungmin. "It’s for the best, dear. A child would bring stability and strength to our family."

Seungmin feels the pressure mounting, his heart pounding in his chest. "I don’t think now is the right time," he says cautiously, trying to keep his voice steady.

Felix scoffs, crossing his arms. "You’re always making excuses, Seungmin. This is about more than just you. It’s about our family’s future."

Changbin intervenes, his voice calm but firm. "Felix, that’s enough. You’re being rude."

Minho, sensing the escalating tension, decides to speak up. "I agree with them, Seungmin. We should adopt a child. It would be good for the family."

Seungmin’s eyes widened in disbelief, anger bubbling to the surface. "Do you think we could raise a child? In the state of our relationship?" he demands, his voice shaking with emotion.

Minho remains impassive, his expression unreadable. "Why not? If it would be good for the family."

The words strike Seungmin like a blow, his frustration boiling over. "Good for the family?" he repeats incredulously. "What about us, Minho? What about our marriage? You’re willing to bring a child into this mess just to please them?"

Minho’s face hardens. "Sometimes sacrifices are necessary for the greater good."

Seungmin can’t hold back any longer. "Sacrifices? Is that what our marriage has become to you? A sacrifice?" His voice rises, echoing in the grand dining room. "We can barely hold ourselves together, and you want to add a child into the mix?"

The room falls silent and Seungmin’s words hang in the air. Minho’s parents exchange uneasy glances, while Felix shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Seungmin, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt, stands up abruptly. "You know what, Minho? I can’t do this. Not for you, not for your family." With that, he turns and storms out of the room, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.

Minho watches him go, a mixture of frustration and guilt gnawing at him.

Felix breaks the silence with a derisive snort. "Maybe it's for the best. He’s always been a bit too dramatic for our family anyway."

Minho's eyes flash with anger as he glares at his younger brother. "Watch your mouth, Felix."

Changbin, equally displeased, turns to Felix. "That's enough, Lix. You need to learn when to stop."

Minho, unable to contain his frustration any longer, stands up as well. "I need some air," he mutters before walking out of the room, leaving the rest of the family in uncomfortable silence.

Minho walked out of the dining room, still tense from the violent conversation. He pulled open the double doors leading to the garden and went quickly, seeking solace in the peacefulness of the outdoors. The cool evening air met him, providing a small relief from the scorching conditions within.

He reached the secluded part of the garden, where a wrought-iron chair rested beneath a canopy of sparkling fairy lights. Minho fell into the chair, exhausted and stressed. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and took several long breaths, hoping to calm the storm in his head. However, the burden of the evening's events pushed down on him relentlessly and unforgivingly.

His head throbbed horribly, a familiar sensation that would surface whenever he was overwhelmed. Minho rubbed his temples, but the pressure appeared to increase. He had assumed he could handle the expectations, demands, and constant determination to fulfill the legacy of his family. But now, with Seungmin's painful words playing through his mind, he felt as if he were drowning.

He shuddered as the barrier that had been holding back his emotions finally collapsed. Tears welled up in his eyes, distorting the garden's tranquil beauty. He tried to blink them away, but they moved faster and spilled down his cheeks. Minho hid his face in his hands, his body quivering with quiet sobbing.

The memory of Seungmin's pained and angry expression tormented him. The sorrow in his husband's eyes had been awful, mirroring Minho's own despair. He remembered Seungmin's emails, which contained sincere confessions of loneliness and regret. He'd tried to ignore the pain, to pretend it didn't matter, but suddenly it washed over him like a tidal wave.

Minho's tears became louder, and the garden echoed with his sorrow. He had always admired himself for his strength and ability to hold everything together. But here, in the peaceful sanctuary of the garden, he let himself go.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin,” he whispered into the night, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

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“What if you just killed him? Poison him, you know?”

Seungmin immediately choked on his beer, eyes wide with shock. He slapped Hyunjin's arm, hard. “What the hell? I could never kill my husband!”

Hyunjin laughed, rubbing his arm where Seungmin had hit him. “Relax, I was just kidding. Geez, Seungmin, your face! Priceless.”

Seungmin shook his head, trying to suppress a smile despite the seriousness of their conversation. “You have a twisted sense of humor, Hyunjin. This is serious. I really don’t know how to get out of this marriage without facing Minho’s grandfather’s wrath. He’s a powerful man, and divorcing Minho would definitely stain their family's reputation. It could ruin me.”

Hyunjin’s expression sobered, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Alright, alright. No more jokes. Let’s figure this out. Have you talked to a lawyer?”

Seungmin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I haven’t. I’m scared. What if they leak it? The media would have a field day, and Minho’s family... they’d destroy me.”

Hyunjin thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up with an idea. “What if you make Minho want the divorce? You know, push him to the point where he’s the one who asks for it? That way, you won’t be the bad guy, and his family might go easier on you.”

Seungmin frowned, shaking his head. “That sounds manipulative and cruel. I can’t do that to Minho. He doesn’t deserve that, even with all the problems we have.”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically. “You’re too nice, Seungmin. Fine, let’s think of something else. Maybe... Maybe you could try marriage counseling? If you both realize it’s not working, maybe you can come to a mutual decision.”

Seungmin shrugged helplessly. “We could try, but I doubt Minho would agree. He’s so focused on the family’s image and stuff. I don’t think he’d willingly step away from this marriage, even if it’s for the best.”

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back, clearly deep in thought. “Well, whatever you decide, just know I’ve got your back. But please, promise me you’ll never actually consider killing him.” He gave a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Seungmin managed a small laugh. “I promise. Thanks, Hyunjin. I just... I just want to find a way out without destroying everything.”

Hyunjin reached over, giving Seungmin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure it out, Seungmin. One way or another, we’ll get you through this.”

The blonde took a deep breath and leaned closer, his voice softening. “Well, Seungmin, do you still love him?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Seungmin's throat tightened, and he looked away, unable to meet Hyunjin's gaze. He stared out at the park across the street, watching couples play with their children. The sight was a cruel reminder of what he and Minho could never be. A mother pushed her giggling toddler on a swing, and a father chased after his squealing son with outstretched arms. The children's laughter was like a melody, pure and innocent, piercing through Seungmin's heart.

He swallowed hard, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. The memories of their happier days flooded back, unbidden. He remembered the way he used to hold Minho close at night, whispering sweet promises of forever. He remembered their secret smiles, the shared dreams, and the quiet moments of comfort that had once defined their relationship. But those days felt like a lifetime ago, buried beneath layers of misunderstandings, unspoken words, and the relentless pressures of Minho's family.

Seungmin’s silence spoke volumes. His heart ached as he watched the parents in the park, so effortlessly happy and connected. He could feel Hyunjin's eyes on him, waiting for an answer he wasn’t sure he could give. How could he admit that his love for Minho was tangled in resentment and hurt?

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The following week, Seungmin and Minho sat at opposite ends of the large dining table, the space between them feeling more like an empty space. The silence was brutally broken only by the clinking of silverware and the gentle murmur of the household workers.

Minho cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "What's my schedule for today, Seungmin?"

Seungmin pulled out his phone and began reading off the list. "You have a board meeting at 9 AM, a conference call with the Tokyo office at 1 PM, a lunch meeting with Mr. Kim at 2 PM, and a site visit at the new hotel project at 4 PM."

Minho set down his fork, his expression unreadable. "Cancel all of them."

Seungmin’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What? Why? Those meetings are important, Minho. You can’t just cancel everything."

Minho picked up his fork again and resumed eating without responding.

Seungmin's frustration mounted. "Minho, I need an explanation. You can't just make decisions like this without telling me why."

Minho remained silent, focusing on his food as if he hadn't heard Seungmin.

"Minho!" Seungmin's voice rose, echoing in the vast dining room. "Talk to me! Why are you canceling everything?"

Minho's hand tightened around his fork, his knuckles turning white. He set the utensil down with a sharp clink and stood up abruptly. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Seungmin stood up too, his eyes blazing with anger. "That's it? You’re just going to walk away again? You can't keep shutting me out!"

Minho paused, his back to Seungmin. "I don't owe you an explanation for everything, Seungmin."

"Yes, you do! We're supposed to be partners, Minho. You can't just make decisions that affect both of us and then refuse to explain yourself."

Minho turned around, his eyes cold and distant. "Partners? We haven't been partners in a long time, Seungmin."

The words hit Seungmin like a slap. His voice trembled with a mix of anger and pain. "Is that how you really feel? That I'm just some inconvenience in your life?"

Minho's expression softened for a brief moment, but then his walls came back up. "I'm going to my room." Without another word, he walked out of the dining room, leaving Seungmin standing there, his heart pounding in his chest.

Seungmin watched him go, their fractured relationship pressing down on him. The silence that followed was deafening, filled with all the things they wanted to say but couldn't find the words for. As Minho's footsteps faded upstairs, Seungmin sank back into his chair, feeling more alone than ever.

However, he decided that he can’t keep doing this and followed Minho upstairs to his bedroom. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unsolved tensions. When Minho eventually came to stop in front of his bedroom door, Seungmin's heart clenched with a sense of déjà vu. This was exactly how it had been while his father was in the hospital, and Minho had kept him out as well.

Minho turned to him, his expression unreadable. "Seungmin, you need to come with me. It's important."

Seungmin had a burst of frustration and hurt. The memories of being dismissed when he needed Minho the most came flooding back. "I'm sorry, Minho. I'm busy. I need to see someone," Seungmin said, his voice tight with emotion. It wasn't a lie; he needed to see his father in the hospital.

Minho's eyes widened slightly, hurt flickering across his face. "What's more important than your husband?" he asked, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

Seungmin turned away, unable to meet Minho's gaze. "I'm only your husband when it's convenient," he whispered, his voice laced with bitterness and sorrow.

Minho's breath grasped in his throat as the impact of Seungmin's words struck him like a physical blow. He stretched out, his palm trembling, but Seungmin backed away, his determination firm. Seungmin turned and went away without saying anything, leaving Minho standing alone in the corridor.

As Seungmin descended the stairs, echoes of Minho's blocked sobs pierced his heart. He wanted to go back, console Minho, and restore what had broken between them. But the wounds were deep, and he wasn't sure whether they would ever heal.

Seungmin drove back to his hometown, the familiar landscape providing comfort. The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. And when he arrived, he rushed inside, his heart racing.

In his father's hospital room, he saw his family gathered around. His mother and older sister were tending to his father, who was propped up in bed, looking surprisingly well. His father's eyes lit up when he saw Seungmin.

"Seungmin-ah!" his father greeted warmly, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Look at you, all grown up and still worrying about your old man."

Seungmin felt a lump in his throat as he approached the bed. "Dad, I'm so glad to see you getting stronger," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.

His mother stood up and pulled him into a tight hug. "We've missed you, sweetheart. It's good to have you home," she said softly.

His older sister joined in the hug, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Welcome back, Seungmin. We've missed you."

Seungmin held them close, feeling the warmth and love of his family enveloping him. He pulled back slightly and turned to his father. "Dad, how are you feeling? Are you really getting better?"

His father chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm getting stronger every day, son. The doctors say I'm making great progress. Your mother and sister have been taking good care of me."

They all sat down, catching up and sharing stories. The room was filled with laughter and the comforting presence of family. After a while, his mother looked at Seungmin with concern.

"Seungmin, how are things with you and Minho?" she asked gently.

Seungmin hesitated, his heart heavy. "It's... it's complicated, Mom. We've been having a lot of problems. I'm thinking about divorcing him."

The burden of Seungmin's remarks momentarily overshadowed the ambiance, causing the room to become silent. His family seemed shocked and saddened at the same time.

His sister was the first to speak. "But you and Minho were so in love before. We saw how happy you made each other."

Seungmin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We were, but things have changed. It's not the same anymore. There’s so much pressure from his family, and we’ve grown apart."

His mother reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Seungmin, we know how much you loved him. Love doesn’t just disappear overnight. Is there no way to work things out?"

Seungmin looked into his mother's eyes, feeling the depth of her concern. "I don't know, Mom. It feels like we’re beyond fixing. I don’t know if we can find our way back to each other."

His father, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "Son, sometimes life throws challenges our way that seem impossible. But if there’s still love, there’s always a chance to rebuild. Don’t give up too easily on something so precious."

Seungmin's eyes filled with tears. "I just don’t know if we can overcome everything that’s happened. It feels like we’re both too hurt."

His mother squeezed his hand gently. "Whatever you decide, Seungmin, know that we love you and support you. We just want you to be happy."

His sister nodded in agreement. "But if you’re certain about divorcing Minho, then you should do it as soon as possible. Don’t drag it out and hurt yourself more by staying in a relationship that’s damaging you."

Seungmin nodded, grateful for their unwavering support. "Thank you, all of you. I’m so lucky to have you."

As they continued to talk, Seungmin felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to heal the wounds and find happiness again, whether with Minho or on his own. The love and warmth of his family gave him the strength to face whatever lay ahead.

And so he decided that tonight, he would tell Minho about the divorce.

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As Seungmin drove home, his mind was racing. And when he pulled into the driveway, he saw Minho's car already parked in the garage. He knew Minho was home. With a heavy heart, he made his way to his room, retrieved the divorce papers, and walked to Minho's door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked softly.

"Come in," came Minho's quiet voice from inside.

Seungmin entered, finding Minho sitting in his chair, facing the large window that offered a breathtaking view of the estate. The Lee family's mansion stood as a symbol of everything that had come between them.

"We need to talk," Seungmin began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

Minho turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "We really do, Kim Seungmin," he replied, his tone cold and formal.

He was taken aback. Minho hadn't called him by his full name in a long time. It felt like a slap in the face, a sign of how far apart they had drifted.

Seungmin cleared his throat, trying to find his words as he clutched the divorce papers behind him tightly.

"I want us to—"

Minho cut him off, his voice breaking slightly. "I'm dying"

The room fell into a stunned silence. Seungmin's heart stopped, and the divorce papers slipped from his hand, fluttering to the floor like fallen leaves. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho's eyes were filled with a sorrow that Seungmin had never seen before. "I went to the doctor a few times because of my headaches, and they finally figured out why. It's cloud cytoma, Seungmin. A rare disease, and there's no cure."

Seungmin's legs felt weak as he stumbled backward, struggling to process the bombshell Minho had just dropped. "Why... why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked, his voice trembling with shock and anger.

"I just found out today," Minho admitted, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "The doctor told me it was serious and advised me to bring someone because it was heavy news. I wanted you to come with me"

Seungmin's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The thought of losing Minho, despite everything, was unbearable. He was consumed by guilt for not being there for Minho. Without thinking, he rushed forward and hugged Minho tightly.

"I love you," Seungmin said, his voice choked with emotion. He held Minho as if letting go would mean losing him forever.

Minho's rigid posture softened, and he clung to Seungmin, burying his face in his shoulder.

Earlier today

Minho walked through the pristine, white hallway of the hospital. It was one of the most expensive and well-known hospitals in the country, catering exclusively to the elite. The walls seemed to close in on him as he made his way to the doctor's office, his footsteps echoing ominously. When he finally arrived at the room, he was greeted with a somber expression from his doctor.

"Please, have a seat," the doctor advised gently.

Minho sat down, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm alone," he said, answering the doctor's unasked question.

The doctor sighed, looking at him with deep sympathy. "Just tell me, what is it?" Minho demanded, his voice steady but his hands trembling.

The doctor hesitated before speaking. "It's cloud cytoma, a tumor in the brain. It causes emotional distress, physical pain, especially in the head, and cognitive impairment. It can also lead to episodes of psychosis."

Minho felt his world begin to crumble around him. "Well, what's the cure? Medicine? Surgery? I can pay for it," he said confidently, though he was really shaking in fear right now.

The doctor looked at him firmly. "Mr. Lee Minho, there is no cure," he said softly but clearly.

Minho's heart skipped a beat. "What?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The doctor shook his head, his expression filled with regret. "You only have three months to live. I'm sorry, but it's already too late."

The words hit Minho like a freight train, leaving him stunned and breathless. As the reality of his condition settled in, his thoughts began to spiral. His successful career, the countless hours he spent building his empire, all the sacrifices he made, seemed meaningless now. He thought about his husband, Kim Seungmin, and the life they had built together, despite the cracks that had formed in their relationship.

His mind raced through memories of happier times with Seungmin. The late-night conversations, the shared dreams, the quiet moments of understanding and love. He remembered the look in Seungmin's eyes when they first fell in love, the warmth and hope they had for their future. How had it all gone so wrong? Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the arguments, the distance, the coldness that had crept into their marriage.

He wondered how Seungmin would react to this news. Would he care? Would he even mourn him? Or would he be relieved to be free from a relationship that had become more of a burden than a blessing? The thought of leaving Seungmin alone, without a proper goodbye, tore at Minho's heart.

Minho clenched his fists, trying to steady himself. "Three months," he repeated to himself, the words echoing in his mind. He felt an overwhelming wave regret. There were so many things he still wanted to do, so many words left unsaid, so many moments with Seungmin that he had taken for granted. Now, faced with the end, all he could think about was the time he had wasted and the love he had neglected.

He left the doctor's office in a fog, the reality of his diagnosis bearing down on him. Every step felt heavy, and every breath was difficult. As he went out of the hospital, he felt like he was in a nightmare from which he could not awaken. The wonderful life he built, the love he previously held dear, all seemed to slip through his fingers like sand.

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The next day, Seungmin sat at a barbecue place with his friends, Hyunjin and Jisung. The grill sizzled in front of them, and the air was filled with the aroma of cooking meat and the sound of laughter from other tables.

"Congratulations!" Hyunjin cheered, raising his glass unsteadily. His eyes were glazed, and he had a dopey grin plastered on his face.

Seungmin sighed, taking a sip of his beer. "Hyunjin, it's not exactly something to celebrate," he muttered.

"Hey, you're finally free in three months, and you don't even have to divorce him because, y'know," Hyunjin hiccuped, waving his hand vaguely. "He'll be... gone."

Jisung, Hyunjin's boyfriend, looked mortified. "Hyunjin, stop it. That's not funny," he said, placing a hand on Seungmin's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Seungmin."

Seungmin's face was a mix of anger and sadness. "I don't want him to die, Hyunjin. I never wanted it to go this far."

Hyunjin leaned heavily on Jisung, his head lolling to the side. "But think about it, Seungmin! You'll be free, like a bird! Tweet, tweet!" He made a clumsy bird gesture with his hands, nearly knocking over a plate of kimchi.

Jisung shook his head, trying to manage his drunk boyfriend. "Hyunjin, stop it. You're being ridiculous."

Hyunjin turned to Jisung, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes. "But Jisungie, our poor Seungminie is going to be a widow! A WIDOW!" he wailed, throwing his arms around Jisung's neck and clinging to him like a koala.

Jisung patted Hyunjin's back awkwardly, his face a picture of exasperation and sympathy. "I know, babe, I know. But crying about it won't help."

Hyunjin's wails turned into hiccuping sobs as he buried his face in Jisung's shoulder. "Seungminie's too young to be a widow! Who's going to take care of him? What if he ends up alone forever?" he said dramatically.

Seungmin couldn't help but laugh a little through his own sadness. "Hyunjin, I think you're the one who needs taking care of right now," he said, shaking his head.

Hyunjin lifted his head, his tear-streaked face comically exaggerated. "Promise me, Seungmin, promise me you'll find love again!" he slurred, reaching out to grab Seungmin's hand across the table.

Seungmin squeezed Hyunjin's hand, a mix of affection and exasperation in his eyes. "Whatever, Hyunjin. Now let's get you some water before you end up passed out on this table."

Jisung nodded gratefully, guiding Hyunjin back into his seat and handing him a glass of water. "Sorry about him, Seungmin. He means well, he's just... really drunk."

Seungmin sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips despite everything. "It's okay, Jisung. I know he cares, even if he has a funny way of showing it."

As Hyunjin took a sip of water, he looked up at Seungmin with wide, earnest eyes. "You better find someone who loves you as much as I love Jisungie," he said, his voice wobbling.

Seungmin chuckled softly. "I'll try, Hyunjin. I'll try." although he knows it too well that he could never love anyone other than Minho himself.

Ever since that day, Seungmin began taking care of Minho a bit too much, so much that everyone in the company started noticing his odd behavior. It didn't take long for his overreactions and extravagant displays of affection to become the talk of the office.

⟡ Situation #1: The Office Meeting ⟡

Minho was in the middle of a presentation when he suddenly coughed.

Seungmin shot up from his seat, eyes wide with panic. "Should I call an ambulance?" he blurted out, his voice high-pitched with worry.

Everyone in the room turned to look at them, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Minho, looking slightly embarrassed, shook his head. "Seungmin, it’s just a cough. I’m fine."

Jeongin, Minho’s cousin and the manager in the company stifled a laugh. "Seungmin, it’s good to be cautious, but maybe not every cough requires medical attention."

Seungmin nodded sheepishly, sitting back down while muttering, "Just making sure..."

After the meeting, Seungmin handed Minho a giant bouquet of flowers. "These are for you. I thought they might brighten your day."

"What?" Minho looked at him in disbelief.

Seungmin just smiled like a puppy and walked outside the office.

Minho sighed and clicked on the office phone. “I need a vase.”

⟡ Situation #2: Family Dinner ⟡

At the family dinner, Minho shivered slightly as a cold breeze blew through the open window. In which Seungmin immediately sprang into action. He took off his coat and draped it over Minho’s shoulders. "Are you cold? Do you need a blanket too? Or maybe a scarf?"

Felix, sitting across the table, cringed and made a side comment. "Are you guys in high school? What’s with this cheesy action going on, Seungmin?"

Changbin chuckled, patting his husband on the back. "Leave him alone, lix. It’s kind of sweet, in an over-the-top, mother hen sort of way."

Seungmin ignored them, his focus entirely on Minho. "Are you sure you're okay? We could switch seats so you’re away from the window. Or I could just, you know, close it."

Minho gave Seungmin a stiff smile, trying to mask his embarrassment. "Thank you. But really, I'm okay."

⟡ Situation #3: The Morning Routine ⟡

One morning, Minho was getting ready for work, buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. Seungmin walked into the room, holding a tray with breakfast.

"I made your favorite—blueberry pancakes with extra syrup," Seungmin announced cheerfully.

Minho smiled, this reminds him of the moments when they were newlyweds. "Thank you, Seungmin. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble."

Seungmin set the tray on the bedside table. "It’s no trouble at all. I just want to make sure you start your day right."

As Minho took a bite of the pancakes, Seungmin hovered nearby, watching him intently.

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Seungmin, you don’t have to watch me eat. I promise I won't choke."

Seungmin flushed slightly. "I know, I just... I want to be here, just in case."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Felix peeked in, raising an eyebrow. "Are you two lovebirds coming to work today, or are you planning to stay in bed all day?"

Seungmin shot him a glare. "We’re coming. Just making sure Minho has a good breakfast."

Felix smirked. "Well, what’s with the change of atmosphere?"

Minho sighed. "Get out of here Felix"

As Felix left, Seungmin handed Minho a small, neatly wrapped package. "I got you something."

Minho unwrapped it to reveal a pair of fluffy, animal-themed slippers. "For the office," Seungmin said, grinning. "You should be comfortable."

As they left the house, Minho couldn’t help but feel a bittersweet warmth in his chest, knowing 

His husband is only doing this because he is dying.

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Later that evening, Minho sat in his office, staring out the window with a heavy heart. Seungmin walked in, carrying a bunny stuffed toy.

"I thought these might brighten your day," Seungmin said, placing the bunny stuffed toy on Minho's desk.

Minho looked at the toy, then at Seungmin, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Seungmin, we need to talk."

Seungmin's smile faltered. "About what?"

Minho took a deep breath. "About this. All of this." He gestured to the flowers and the other gifts scattered around the room. "You don't have to do this, Seungmin."

Seungmin's brow furrowed. "I just want to take care of you."

Minho's eyes filled with unshed tears. "I know. But it's too much. It's... it's because I'm dying, isn't it? You don't have to pretend to love me just because I don't have much time left."

Seungmin's face crumpled in pain. "Minho, that's not it. I—"

Minho interrupted, his voice cracking. "I don't want your pity, Seungmin. I want your love, but not like this. Not because you feel sorry for me."

Seungmin's eyes welled up with tears. "I do love you, Minho. I always have."

Minho shook his head, looking away. "It doesn't feel real anymore. It feels forced."

Seungmin took a step back, his heart shattering. "I'm trying, Minho. I'm trying to make up for all the times I hurt you."

Minho's shoulders sagged. "I know you are. But it's too late. You don't need to pretend for my sake."

Seungmin stood in the doorway, feeling lost and helpless. "Where did I go wrong, Minho? What happened to us?"

Minho's eyes flashed with anger, and he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back. "Where did you go wrong? Really, Seungmin? Do you have any idea how much it hurts to read those emails?"

Seungmin's face turned pale. "What emails?"

Minho laughed bitterly. "Don't play dumb. The ones where you said you couldn't handle my family, the differences between us, that you regret marrying me. How you felt invisible because of my work."

Seungmin's mouth opened and closed, unable to form words. He remembered those emails all too well, but he never thought Minho would find them. "Minho, I—"

Minho cut him off, his voice rising. "I trusted you, Seungmin. I thought we were in this together. And all the while, you were complaining to your friend about how miserable you were."

Seungmin's heart shattered as he stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. "Minho, please, I was just venting. I didn't mean it like that. I was overwhelmed."

Minho's expression hardened. "Overwhelmed? Do you have any idea what it's like to feel like you're not enough for the person you love? To feel like they're only staying out of pity?"

Seungmin reached out, but Minho stepped back. "Minho, I love you. I never meant to hurt you. I was just... lost."

Minho's voice cracked, filled with pain. "Well, congratulations. You succeeded. I feel more alone now than ever before. Even when you're right here, I feel like you're miles away."

Seungmin's tears flowed freely as he sank to his knees, sobbing. "Minho, please, I can change. I can do better. Just give me a chance."

Minho shook his head, his own tears falling. "I don't know if I can believe you anymore, Seungmin."

The room grew silent as the pressure of their suffering and hatred hung in the air. The only sound was Seungmin's heavy breathing, and Minho's heart wrenched at the idea that their once-strong love had been split beyond repair.

Seungmin finally looked up, his eyes with unshed tears. "Minho, I know I messed up."

Minho's eyes softened slightly, but the hurt remained. "And now what, Seungmin? Do we just pretend everything's fine? Do we keep up this charade until I..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the reality of his illness too painful to voice.

Seungmin shook his head, determination in his tear-filled eyes. "No, Minho. I won't pretend. I'll fight for us. I'll fight for you. Because despite everything, I still love you. And I can't lose you without trying to make things right."

Minho's voice broke the heavy silence. "I'm scared," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "I don't want to die, Seungmin."

Seungmin's heart shattered at the raw vulnerability in Minho's voice. "Minho..."

"I have so much I still need to do," Minho continued, his voice trembling. "I want to be a good husband, a good brother, a good son. There are so many things I haven't done yet. So many dreams I haven't fulfilled. And now... now I'm scared that no one will care after I'm gone. That I'll just be forgotten. I'm alone, Seungmin. Truly alone."

Seungmin reached out, but Minho stepped back, tears streaming down his face. "I thought... I thought you'd be happy when I told you. Happy that I was dying and you could be free. But when you hugged me that night and said 'I love you,' I felt hope. And that scared me even more. Because I don't want hope. I don't want to hope for a future I might never have."

Seungmin's own tears fell as he stepped closer, his voice breaking. "Minho, no. I don't want to be free if it means losing you. I love you. And I promise you, we'll find a way. We'll search for hospitals with treatments for your disease, no matter where they are. We'll pay whatever it takes. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you live."

Minho looked at Seungmin, the pain in his eyes mingling with the slightest glimmer of hope. "Seungmin, I don't want to be a burden. I don't want you to sacrifice everything for me."

Seungmin shook his head, his voice firm despite his tears. "You're not a burden, Minho. You're my husband."

Minho's shoulders shook with sobs as he finally allowed Seungmin to pull him into a tight embrace. "I'm so scared, Seungmin," he cried, his voice muffled against Seungmin's shoulder. "I don't want to die. I don't want to leave you."

Seungmin held Minho tightly, his own tears soaking into Minho's shirt. "I won't let you go, Minho. And I'm not giving up on us. Not now, not ever. I love you"

Minho pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Seungmin's eyes. His face was a mix of fear, sadness, and a sliver of hope. He took a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too, Seungmin."

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The next week was a whirlwind of frantic searches and desperate phone calls.

Minho spent hours on the phone, calling hospitals and specialists around the country. "Yes, I understand, but is there anything experimental? Anything at all?" he pleaded, his voice thick with anxiety and exhaustion. The answer was always the same: no cure, no treatment, only palliative care.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was relentless in his own quest. He visited hospitals around the city, meeting with doctors and reviewing medical journals, hoping to find some glimmer of hope. "Please, there must be something," he would say, his voice cracking with desperation. But each visit ended in disappointment.

One night, Minho walked past Seungmin's room and noticed the door slightly ajar. Quietly, he pushed it open and saw Seungmin asleep at his desk, the glow of the laptop screen illuminating his tired face. The screen was filled with tabs open to various hospitals and medical websites.

Minho's heart ached at the sight. Despite the hopelessness of their search, Seungmin was still fighting for him. He walked over to Seungmin and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. Taking a blanket from the bed, Minho draped it over Seungmin's shoulders, ensuring he was warm and comfortable. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Seungmin's head, whispering.

Seungmin stirred slightly but didn't wake. Minho watched him for a moment longer, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. Then, with a heavy sigh, he quietly left the room and returned to his own, the weight of their situation pressing down on him but comforted by the unwavering support of the man he loved.

The next day started like any other, but there was a noticeable shift in the air. Minho and Seungmin fell into their routine at work, but their interactions were softer, warmer. Gone were the cold, distant looks, replaced by gentle, affectionate gazes.

Seungmin knocked on Minho's office door and entered with a cup of coffee. "Here you go, Minho. Your favorite," he said with a small smile, placing the cup on Minho's desk.

Minho looked up, his eyes meeting Seungmin's. "Thank you, Seungmin," he said, his voice tender. He took a sip and let out a contented sigh. "Perfect, as always."

Seungmin's heart fluttered at the compliment. "I'm glad you like it."

Later, as Minho was walking through the office, he tripped over a loose cord. Before he could fall, Seungmin was there, his arms wrapping around Minho's waist to steady him. They were close, too close, their faces inches apart.

"Careful," Seungmin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Minho's breath hitched as he looked into Seungmin's eyes. "Thank you," he replied, his voice equally soft.

The moment stretched, their gazes locked, the world around them fading away. Just then, a colleague cleared their throat loudly, breaking the spell. They both stepped back quickly, blushing furiously.

"Sorry," the coworker said, trying to hide a grin as they walked past.

Seungmin and Minho coughed awkwardly, trying to regain their composure. Seungmin glanced at Minho and swore he saw how red Minho's ears were. He couldn't help but smile, feeling a warm sensation in his chest.

Throughout the day, their subtle gestures continued. Seungmin would catch Minho looking at him from across the room, and they'd share a brief, secret smile. When Seungmin handed Minho a document, their fingers brushed, sending a shiver down both their spines.

Later that evening, Seungmin knocked softly on Minho's office door. "Hey, Minho," he began, his voice gentle but with a hint of excitement. "I was wondering... would you like to go out for a date tonight?"

Minho's eyes widened in surprise, and a shy smile spread across his face. "A date?" he echoed, almost in disbelief.

Seungmin nodded, his own smile growing. "Yes, a date. Just the two of us."

Minho's heart raced, and he felt a warmth spread through him. "I'd love that," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

They decided to go to the movies first. As they walked into the theater, Minho couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. They chose a romantic comedy, and Seungmin made sure to get a large popcorn and drinks for them to share.

As the lights dimmed and the movie started, Seungmin glanced over at Minho, who was already engrossed in the film. Seungmin reached over and took Minho's hand, intertwining their fingers. Minho looked at him, a surprised yet happy look on his face, and gave his hand a gentle squeeze in return.

Halfway through the movie, there was a particularly funny scene that had the entire audience laughing. Seungmin looked over at Minho, who was laughing freely, and felt his heart swell with affection. This was the Minho he missed, the one who could find joy even in the simplest things.

After the movie, they walked out of the theater, their hands still clasped together. "That was fun," Minho said, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

"It really was," Seungmin agreed. As they walked down the street, they stumbled upon a photobooth. Seungmin's eyes lit up. "Let's take some pictures!" he suggested excitedly.

Minho looked at the photobooth and chuckled. "Isn't that for teenagers?" he teased, though there was no real resistance in his voice.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun!" Seungmin insisted, tugging Minho towards the booth.

Minho finally relented with a shy smile. "Okay, okay," he said, letting Seungmin pull him inside. They sat close together on the small bench, the curtain drawing closed around them.

The first few pictures were simple poses—smiling, making funny faces. But for the last one, Seungmin leaned over and kissed Minho on the cheek just as the flash went off. Minho blushed deeply, but the photo captured his genuine surprise and happiness.

As they walked out of the photobooth, Seungmin held the strip of photos in his hand, admiring them. "These turned out great," he said, showing them to Minho.

Minho laughed softly. "They did," he agreed, feeling a warmth in his chest.

For dinner, Seungmin took Minho to an expensive restaurant with a breathtaking view of the river and the city. The restaurant was elegant, with soft music playing in the background and candlelit tables adding to the romantic atmosphere. They were seated by a large window, giving them a perfect view of the city lights reflecting off the water.

"This place is amazing," Minho said, looking around in awe.

"I'm glad you like it," Seungmin replied, smiling. "I wanted tonight to be special."

They ordered their meals and as they waited, they talked about everything and nothing—sharing memories, dreams, and even silly jokes. It felt like the early days of their relationship, where everything was easy and filled with love.

When their food arrived, they ate slowly, savoring both the meal and the company. Seungmin couldn't help but watch Minho, memorizing every detail of his face, every smile, every laugh. He wanted to hold onto these moments forever.

As they finished their meal, Seungmin reached across the table and took Minho's hand. "Thank you for tonight," he said softly. "I had a wonderful time."

Minho squeezed his hand gently. "Thank you, Seungmin," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "This has been the best night I've had in a long time."

After dinner, they took a walk along the river, the city lights sparkling around them. They stopped at a bench, and Minho pulled Seungmin close, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you, Seungmin," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I love you too, Minho," Seungmin replied, his heart full. They stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, feeling the love and warmth that had been missing for so long. The night was perfect, and for a moment, everything felt right in their world.

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One morning, as Minho sat in his office, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number with a French country code. Curious, he answered, "Hello, this is Lee Minho."

"Bonjour, Mr. Lee. This is Dr. Laurent in Paris," a calm, professional voice said on the other end. "We received your case file regarding Cloud Cytoma. After thorough review, we believe we can help."

Minho's heart skipped a beat. "Really? What can you do?"

"We are currently conducting research and trials on a new surgical procedure that might be effective for Cloud Cytoma," Dr. Laurent explained. "It's still experimental, but we've had promising results. We would like to discuss it further with you and your family, if you're interested."

Minho felt a surge of hope. "Yes, absolutely. I’ll need to discuss this with my husband, but we're definitely interested."

"Très bien. I'll send you all the necessary information and schedule a consultation for next week. We look forward to meeting you both."

Minho hung up, barely able to contain his excitement. He immediately called Seungmin. "Seungmin, can you come to my office? It's urgent."

Seungmin arrived a few minutes later, worry etched on his face. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Minho took Seungmin's hands in his, his eyes shining with hope. "I just got a call from a hospital in France. They think they can help. They have an experimental surgery that might work for my condition."

Seungmin's eyes widened in shock and then filled with joy. "Really? That's incredible, Minho! What did they say?"

"They want us to fly to Paris for a consultation next week," Minho explained. "It’s still in the research phase, but they've had promising results. It might be our chance."

Seungmin threw his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly. "This is amazing news! I can't believe it. We're going to do this. We're going to fight this together."

Minho hugged him back, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I know. I finally feel like there's hope, Seungmin."

The next week flew by in a blur of preparations. They booked their flights, arranged accommodations, and gathered all of Minho's medical records.

On the day of their flight, as they sat in the plane, Seungmin reached over and held Minho's hand. "We’re really doing this," he said with excitement and nerves in his voice.

Minho squeezed his hand. "Yes, we are. And no matter what happens, I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

Minho and Seungmin arrived in Paris three days before their consultation, giving them some time to enjoy the city. As they stepped out of the Airport, they were greeted by the cool, crisp air of a Parisian morning.

"Bienvenue à Paris!" Seungmin said, smiling as he breathed in the fresh air.

Minho looked around, taking in the sights. "It’s beautiful. I’m glad we have some time to explore before the consultation."

They took a taxi to their hotel, a charming boutique place in the heart of Paris. Their room had a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower, and Seungmin couldn't help but gasp when he saw it.

"This is perfect," he said, turning to Minho with a wide smile. "We’re going to make the most of these few days."

The next day, they set out to explore the city. Their first stop was the Louvre Museum. Walking hand in hand, they marveled at the artwork and sculptures, taking their time to appreciate each piece.

Seungmin stood in front of the Mona Lisa, his head tilted slightly. "I never thought I'd see this in person. It's smaller than I expected."

Minho chuckled. "Yeah, it is. But it’s still incredible, right?"

They wandered through the halls, losing track of time as they admired the masterpieces. When they finally stepped out of the museum, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city.

The following day, they visited the Palace of Versailles. They wandered through the opulent halls and stunning gardens, soaking in the history and beauty of the place.

Seungmin ran his fingers along a gilded wall. "Can you imagine living here?"

Minho shook his head. "It’s hard to believe. But I’m glad we get to experience it together."

They spent the rest of the day exploring the city, visiting Notre-Dame Cathedral and enjoying delicious pastries from a local bakery. That evening, they had dinner at an upscale restaurant with a view of the river.

Seungmin raised his glass of wine. "To us. And to fighting for our future."

Minho clinked his glass against Seungmin's. "To us. Always."

On their last evening before the consultation, they were back in their hotel room, relaxing after another day of sightseeing. Minho's phone rang, and he saw an unknown number on the screen. He answered, "Hello, this is Lee Minho."

"Bonjour, Mr. Lee. This is Dr. Laurent. I’m calling to confirm your consultation for tomorrow and discuss some preliminary details."

Minho’s heart skipped a beat. "Yes, of course. Thank you for calling, Dr. Laurent."

Seungmin, who had been sitting next to him, looked at him expectantly. "What did he say?"

Minho hung up and turned to Seungmin, a hopeful smile on his face. "The consultation is confirmed for tomorrow. He wanted to discuss some details beforehand."

That same night, Minho and Seungmin were cozily tucked into their hotel room, a movie playing softly in the background. They had just finished a beautiful day in Paris, and now they were unwinding before the big day.

Suddenly, Minho's phone rang, interrupting the peaceful moment. Minho glanced at the screen, seeing his mother’s name flash.

"I don't want to answer this," Minho muttered, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach.

Seungmin looked at him encouragingly. "It might be important, Minho. Just answer it and see what she wants. I’ll pause the movie."

With a reluctant sigh, Minho nodded and stepped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. He took a deep breath before answering. "Hello, Mother."

"Minho, thank God you picked up," his mother’s voice was fraught with tension.

"What’s going on?" Minho asked, already feeling a sense of dread creeping in.

"There’s been an incident. We think someone has been spying on your grandfather. The police searched the mansion for listening devices and hidden cameras."

Minho’s brow furrowed. "And how does this concern me right now? I have more important things to deal with."

"Minho, please, just listen," his mother’s voice was pleading. "During the search, they found something in Seungmin's safe."

Minho’s heart skipped a beat. "Seungmin's safe? What did they find? And why did they even open that?"

His mother paused for a moment, then said, "Well everyone of us was a suspect but whatever, I’m sending you a photo. Please look at it."

Minho heard the notification and glanced at his phone, seeing the image appear. It was a photo of divorce papers, with Seungmin’s name on them. His blood ran cold.

"Divorce papers?" Minho whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Yes, Minho. Divorce papers. We didn’t know he was planning to leave you," his mother said, her voice tinged with concern. "Why didn’t you tell us about any of this?"

Minho's mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over him. "I... I didn’t know about this," he stammered. "I thought... I thought we were okay."

"Minho, please come home. We need to talk about this," his mother insisted.

Minho felt a surge of anger. "I can’t. I have more important things to deal with right now."

"More important than your marriage falling apart?" his mother asked incredulously.

"You don’t understand," Minho snapped. "None of you do. I need to go."

"Minho, don’t hang up—" his mother started, but he ended the call, his hands shaking.

He stood on the balcony, staring at the photo, feeling utterly betrayed and heartbroken. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself before heading back inside. Seungmin looked at him, concern etched on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Seungmin asked softly.

Minho's eyes were cold as he handed Seungmin the phone. "What’s this?" he demanded.

"Minho, please, let me explain," Seungmin pleaded, his voice trembling.

"Explain?" Minho scoffed. "Explain how you were planning to leave me all along?"

"It's not what it looks like," Seungmin began, but Minho cut him off.

"Not what it looks like? Then what is it, Seungmin? Because from where I'm standing, it looks exactly like betrayal."

Seungmin took a step closer, desperation in his eyes. "I was confused, Minho. I didn't know how to handle everything. Your family, the pressure, our relationship... I felt invisible."

"Is that supposed to make it better?" Minho's voice cracked, tears welling up. "I have been fighting for us, even when you were ready to walk away."

Seungmin reached out, but Minho stepped back, his anger boiling over. "I thought we were getting better. I thought we had a chance, but now... I don't know what to believe."

"Minho, I love you. I was scared and didn't know what to do," Seungmin insisted, his voice breaking.

Minho shook his head, his heart heavy. "I can’t do this anymore. I’m going home. I’m not going through with the surgery. I'd rather die than feel like this."

Seungmin's eyes widened in shock and horror. "No, Minho, you can't. We need to do this. We can still fix this."

Minho's anger flared again. "Fix this? How can we fix this when you were ready to leave me? You never even told me about the papers. You just kept them hidden."

"I was going to tell you," Seungmin tried to explain, tears streaming down his face.

"When, Seungmin? When it was too late? When I was already gone?" Minho's voice was a mix of pain and fury.

Seungmin fell silent, knowing he had no real answer. Minho turned away, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "I can't do this anymore. Get out."

"Minho, please, don’t do this," Seungmin begged, his heart breaking.

"Get out," Minho repeated, his voice a harsh whisper. "Just go!"

Seungmin hesitated for a moment before finally turning and leaving the room, the door closing softly behind him. Minho stood there, the weight of his decision crushing him. He sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

The next morning, Minho packed his things quickly, his eyes red and swollen from crying. He didn’t look at Seungmin as he left, ignoring the desperate pleas and apologies.

As Minho arrived at the airport, he felt numb. The city that had once felt like a beacon of hope now felt like a prison. He boarded the plane, sinking into his seat, staring out the window as Paris disappeared beneath him.

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Back in Paris, Seungmin walked through the white corridors of the Paris hospital, his heart heavy with worry and guilt. He needed to know more about Minho's condition, needed to understand what they were up against. He approached the doctor's office, knocking softly before entering.

"Mr. Kim," the doctor greeted him, motioning for him to sit down. "I've reviewed Mr. Lee's medical files from Korea. We need to discuss the urgency of his condition."

Seungmin nodded, his hands trembling slightly. "Please, tell me everything."

The doctor sighed, looking at the papers in front of him. "Minho's condition is critical. He needs to undergo the surgery as soon as possible. Based on the scans and reports, his tumor is aggressive. Without immediate intervention, he may not have much time left."

Seungmin's heart clenched. "How much time are we talking about?"

The doctor looked at him gravely. "It could be as soon as next month, next week, or even tomorrow. We can't predict with certainty."

Seungmin felt a wave of panic wash over him. "What are the risks of the surgery?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment before responding. "The surgery is risky. There's a chance of complications, including severe memory loss. Minho could suffer from amnesia and forget everything, including who you are."

Seungmin's eyes filled with tears. "Is there no other way?"

The doctor shook his head. "This is the best option we have. Without the surgery, he will not survive."

Seungmin felt his world collapsing around him. "Thank you, doctor. I'll try to convince him."

As he left the office, Seungmin's mind raced with thoughts of Minho. He couldn't bear the idea of losing him, but the thought of Minho forgetting everything, forgetting their love, was almost as unbearable. He had to find a way to convince Minho to undergo the surgery, no matter the cost.

And so, Seungmin went back to Korea to convince his husband to have the surgery.

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Seungmin stepped off the plane, his heart pounding with anxiety and determination. He needed to convince Minho to do the surgery. As he arrived at their mansion, he saw Minho’s car parked in the driveway. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside and found Minho in the living room, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

“Minho, we need to talk,” Seungmin said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.

Minho looked up, his expression cold. “What are you doing here, Seungmin?”

“I’m here to talk about the surgery,” Seungmin replied, his voice firm.

Minho shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes again. “I don’t want to talk about it. I want a divorce, Seungmin. I can’t do this anymore.”

Seungmin’s heart ached at Minho’s words. “I understand you’re hurt, but please, just listen to me. The doctor in Paris said you need to do the surgery as soon as possible. If you don’t, you might not live much longer.”

Minho’s face twisted in pain. “Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe it’s better if I just die and let you be free.”

“Don’t say that!” Seungmin’s voice cracked. “You can’t just give up like this. We can find a way to make this work.”

“There’s no point,” Minho said, his voice hollow. “Just leave me.”

Seungmin took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Please, Minho, do the surgery. Do it for yourself, for us.”

Minho looked away, tears streaming down his face. “Why should I? What’s the point?”

“Because I need you,” Seungmin whispered, his own tears falling. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Please, Minho, just do the surgery.”

Minho took a deep breath, his resolve wavering. “Fine. I’ll do the surgery. But before that, I want a divorce.”

Seungmin looked down, his heart breaking. “Okay.”

Minho nodded slowly. “Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll have the surgery”

Seungmin let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through him although he was about to cry due to their divorce. “Thank you, Minho.”

Minho didn’t respond, but Seungmin could see the pain and uncertainty in his eyes.

The divorce was done discreetly, a quiet and painful process that only their close family and friends knew about. The Lee family paid everyone to keep it a secret, ensuring that no media or outsiders would ever find out. Seungmin's heart shattered as he signed the papers, each stroke of the pen feeling like a dagger to his soul.

As he handed the signed documents back to the lawyer, he looked over at Minho, who was staring at the ground, his expression unreadable.

Later that evening, Seungmin couldn’t hold back his tears any longer. “Minho,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted it to end like this.”

Minho paused, his back to Seungmin. “It’s too late for apologies, Seungmin. What’s done is done.”

“I know,” Seungmin replied, his heart aching. “But I still love you. I always will.”

Minho looked away, his jaw clenched. “Just go, Seungmin. It’s easier this way.”

Seungmin hesitated, then nodded. He picked up the last of his boxes and walked out the door, feeling like he was leaving a part of himself behind. He drove to a small apartment he had rented, feeling the silence and the emptiness of his new life pressing down on him.

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Before going back to Paris, Minho visited his doctor in Korea for a check-up. The doctor looked at him with a serious expression. "Minho, there's something you need to know about the surgery in Paris."

Minho nodded, his stomach twisting with anxiety. "What is it?"

The doctor sighed deeply. "The surgery could have severe side effects. One of the most significant risks is amnesia. You could forget everything, including yourself."

Minho's heart dropped. "Forget... everything?" He stood up abruptly, his mind reeling. "I can't believe this." Without another word, he walked out of the office, feeling the walls closing in around him.

In the hallway, Minho spotted his brother Felix, who had a cast on his hand. Felix looked shocked to see Minho walking out of a room designated for brain tumor patients. "Minho? What are you doing here?" Felix's voice was shaky, his eyes already glistening with unshed tears.

Minho tried to steady his breath. "I... I just had a check-up."

Felix stepped closer, his concern palpable. "What's going on? Why were you in there?" His voice softened, taking Minho back to a time in their childhood.

Suddenly, a memory flashed before Minho's eyes. They were young, maybe ten or eleven, and had narrowly escaped an attempted kidnapping. Felix had been crying, clinging to Minho. "What's happening, Minho?"

Minho had held Felix tightly back then, whispering, "I don't know, but we'll be okay. I'll always be here"

Now, standing in the hospital hallway, Felix's voice pulled him back to the present. "Minho, please. Tell me what's happening."

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Minho's resolve broke, and he whispered, "I have a cloud cytoma, a type of brain tumor. I might not make it." His words hung heavy in the air, and the reaction was immediate.

They are now back at the mansion. Minho refused to speak in the hospital, he knew that his brother wouldn't take it well.

Felix, who had been watching his brother with growing concern, looked utterly heartbroken. "Hyung, no," he murmured, tears welling up in his eyes.

His parents, who had just walked into the room, stood frozen for a moment. Then his mother burst into tears, rushing to Minho and hugging him tightly. "Minho, my baby," she sobbed. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Felix's husband, Changbin, moved to comfort his mother-in-law, but his own eyes were glistening. "Minho, we’re here for you," he said softly.

Minho's father, usually so stoic, looked as if the ground had been pulled from beneath him. He placed a hand on Minho's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Son, we need you to fight this. Please, don't give up."

His grandfather, the patriarch of the family, who rarely showed any emotion, was visibly shaken. He stepped forward, his voice breaking. "Minho, you must go to Paris. You must have the surgery. We can't lose you."

Minho's eyes filled with tears as he saw the raw emotion on his family's faces. "But what if I forget everything?" he said, his voice trembling. "I don't want to lose my memories, my life... all of you."

His mother sobbed harder, clinging to him. "We'll help you remember, Minho. We'll be there every step of the way. Just please, don't give up."

Felix stepped closer, his hand still in a cast but reaching out to touch Minho's arm. "Hyung, you can't leave us. We need you. I need you."

Changbin nodded, supporting his husband as he comforted him. He always looked up to his brother-in-law.

Minho felt overwhelmed by the love and concern pouring from his family. He had always thought they were distant, that they didn't care. But now, seeing their heartbreak, he realized just how much he meant to them.

Minho kept quiet, holding back his own tears. He had never felt so vulnerable, so loved, and so scared all at once. "I... I'll think about it," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

"Minho," his grandfather said softly, "we'll support you no matter what. But you need to know that we're really angry with Seungmin for leaving you at a time like this."

Minho nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "I know. But right now, I just need to focus on what’s ahead."

They stayed with him for a long time, each family member taking turns to assure him that they loved him and that they would be there for him, no matter what. And for the first time in a long while, Minho felt a glimmer of hope, a small light in the darkness.

The next night, Minho stood on the balcony, staring at the city lights that flickered like distant stars. His mind was made up; he would rather die remembering all these moments than live with no memory at all. The decision weighed heavily on him, but he had finally found some peace in it.

That is, until his phone rang one night. The name on the screen made his heart skip a beat—Seungmin.

“Hello?” Minho answered, his voice a mix of surprise and unease.

“Minho,” Seungmin's voice was soft, almost pleading. “Can you meet me at the Namsan Tower? Please, it's important.”

Minho hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his coat and headed out. The drive to Namsan Tower was filled with memories and regrets. When he arrived, he saw Seungmin standing by the railings, the cityscape spread out before them like a blanket of stars.

"Minho," Seungmin's voice was soft, filled with an emotion Minho couldn't quite place.

Minho didn't respond, didn't even move. He just kept looking out at the city, as if the lights could offer him some sort of solace.

"Minho, please," Seungmin's voice wavered. "I need to talk to you."

Minho finally turned to face him, his eyes red and tired. "What is it, Seungmin?"

Seungmin took a deep breath, his own eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know about your decision. I know you don't want to go through with the surgery."

Minho's expression hardened. "And? Are you here to tell me how wrong I am again? How I'm making a mistake?"

"No," Seungmin said quickly, shaking his head. "I'm not here to argue. I'm here to apologize."

Minho's eyes narrowed. "Apologize?"

Seungmin nodded, stepping closer. "I was wrong, Minho. I was so wrong about everything. And I let my own problems get in the way of what really matters."

"What really matters?" Minho repeated bitterly. "What matters, Seungmin? Because it seems like you were more concerned with our differences and the opinions of others than with our marriage."

Seungmin's tears finally spilled over, and he didn't bother to wipe them away. "I know, and I'm so sorry. I was an idiot, Minho. I let the pressure get to me. I let the way your family treated me and our differences cloud my judgment. I pushed you away when I should have been holding you closer."

Minho's silence was heavy, but Seungmin pressed on, desperate to make him understand. "I love you, Minho. I love you more than anything in this world. I was wrong to ever doubt that. I was wrong to think that our love wasn't enough to overcome the challenges we face. I don't care about what anyone else thinks. I don't care about the differences between us. I just want to be with you."

Seungmin took another step closer, his voice trembling with the depth of his emotion. "I regret so much, Minho. I regret ever making you feel like you weren't enough, like our love wasn't enough. I regret every harsh word, every moment of doubt. But I don't regret marrying you. I never have, and I never will. I love you so much, and I wish I could take all the pain away, the pain I've caused you."

Minho's resolve wavered, his own tears now falling freely. "Seungmin..."

Seungmin reached out, his hands shaking as he took Minho's on his own. "Please, Minho. Please reconsider the surgery. I can't lose you. I can't bear the thought of a world without you in it. I don't care if you forget everything. We'll make new memories. We'll build a new life together, no matter how long it takes. Just please, don't give up. Don't leave me."

"Stop doing this to me," Minho choked out, his voice trembling. "Stop making me want to keep living."

Seungmin's own tears fell faster, but he didn't let go of Minho. He brought his hands up to cup Minho's face, his touch gentle and full of love. "Minho," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I won’t stop. I can't let you go"

Minho's shoulders shook with his sobs. "I won't be able to recognize you anymore," he cried, his hands trembling as they rested against Seungmin's cheeks. "I won't be the same person as I was, Seungmin."

Seungmin held Minho's hands against his face, his heart breaking at the sight of the man he loved in so much pain. "I know, Minho," he said softly. "But I promise you this: if you open your eyes as someone else, I will be the first person you see. I will be there, and I will make you fall in love with me all over again."

Minho's breath hitched as Seungmin continued, his voice filled with a determination that made Minho's heart ache. "I'll smile at you, like a puppy, just the way you always loved. I'll be kind and sweet, and your heart will skip a beat. You will fall in love with me all over again, Minho. We'll be right back to how we were. I promise."

Minho closed his eyes, his tears falling freely as Seungmin's words wrapped around his heart like a lifeline. "Seungmin," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"And even if you wake up and you're not interested in me, even if you don't want to see me, I'll stay by your side, ” Seungmin vowed, his voice steady despite his tears. "Because I love you, Minho. I love you more than anything, and I will never stop."

Minho gazed at Seungmin, his heart overflowing with emotions. He felt the depth of Seungmin's love in every word, in every tear that fell from his eyes. The man before him wasn't just his husband; he was his everything, his anchor in the storm.

"Seungmin," Minho whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his feelings. "I don't deserve you."

Seungmin shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he held Minho's hands against his cheeks. "Don't say that, Minho. You deserve all the love in the world. You deserve to live and be happy."

Slowly, Minho leaned in, his lips trembling as they brushed against Seungmin's. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up between them. It was a kiss that spoke of love, of fear, of hope, and of promises.

Seungmin's hands moved to cradle Minho's face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that continued to fall. He kissed back with a desperation that mirrored Minho's, pouring all his love and reassurances into that one, poignant moment.

The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, connected in a way that transcended words. Minho's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing with the depth of his love for Seungmin. He felt Seungmin's warmth, his strength, and his unwavering support, and it filled him with a glimmer of hope.

As they finally pulled apart, their foreheads still resting against each other, Minho's tears continued to fall, but now there was a small, fragile smile on his lips. "I love you, Seungmin," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you more than anything."

Seungmin smiled through his tears, his eyes shining with love and determination. "And I love you, Minho. I’ll always be by your side."

In that moment, under the stars, with the city lights twinkling around them, Minho and Seungmin held onto each other, their love a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what the future held, their love would endure.

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The next day, Seungmin and Minho found themselves at the bustling Airport in Paris, both their hearts heavy with anticipation and anxiety. As they made their way to the hospital, the reality of what was about to happen settled in, their intertwined hands a silent reassurance to each other.

Once they arrived at the prestigious hospital, they were immediately ushered into a private room. Minho lay on the hospital bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling the room. The medical staff moved efficiently, preparing him for the surgery. Seungmin stood by his side, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope.

The surgeon approached them, explaining the procedure one last time. "Mr. Lee, we'll begin the surgery shortly. You will be under general anesthesia, and it will take several hours. Mr. Kim, you can wait in the designated area. We will inform you as soon as the surgery is over."

Seungmin nodded, squeezing Minho's hand tightly. "I'll be here when you wake up," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I promise."

Minho looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and fear. "Seungmin, don't let me forget you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Promise me."

Seungmin's heart broke at the sight of Minho's vulnerability. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Minho's forehead. "I promise, Minho. I'll be the first person you see. I'll be here, no matter what."

The medical staff gently guided Seungmin out of the room, and he reluctantly let go of Minho's hand. As the door closed behind him, Seungmin stood there for a moment, trying to steady his breathing. He made his way to the waiting area, where he would spend the next few hours praying and hoping for the best.

Back in the operating room, Minho lay on the bed, his heart racing. The anesthesiologist approached, placing a mask over his face. "Breathe deeply, Mr. Lee. You'll start to feel drowsy in a moment."

As the sedative began to take effect, Minho's thoughts were consumed with Seungmin. He fought to stay conscious, whispering his husband's name over and over. "Kim Seungmin, Kim Seungmin, Kim Seungmin...."

His voice grew weaker as the darkness started to close in around him. The room began to blur, the faces of the medical staff becoming indistinct shapes. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, the sedative pulling him into a deep sleep.

"Kim Seungmin...," he murmured one last time, his voice barely a whisper. "My husband... remember."

The darkness enveloped him completely, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the anesthesia.

In the waiting area, Seungmin sat with his hands clasped tightly together, his heart pounding in his chest. Every minute felt like an eternity as he anxiously awaited any news. He couldn't shake the image of Minho lying on the operating table, his last words echoing in his mind.

"Please, Minho," he whispered to himself, his voice choked with emotion. "Please come back to me."

The hours dragged on, and Seungmin's anxiety grew with each passing moment. He tried to distract himself, but his thoughts kept returning to Minho. He replayed their moments together in his mind, the laughter, the tears, the love they had shared. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Minho, of him waking up and not remembering who he was.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged from the operating room. Seungmin's heart leaped into his throat as he rushed to the doctor, his eyes wide with fear and hope.

"Mr. Kim," the doctor began, his expression serious but not unkind. "The surgery is over. Minho is in recovery now. It will take some time for him to wake up, but you can see him soon."

Seungmin let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice shaky with relief.

As he was led to Minho's recovery room, Seungmin's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread. He prayed that when Minho opened his eyes, he would still remember him. He prayed that their love would be strong enough to overcome even this.

Standing by Minho's bedside, Seungmin took his hand, his eyes never leaving Minho's peaceful face. "I'm here, Minho," he whispered. "I'll always be here."

And as he waited for Minho to wake up, Seungmin held onto that promise, hoping with all his heart that their love would guide them through whatever lay ahead.

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As Seungmin waited anxiously by Minho's bedside, he was caught off guard when the door to the recovery room swung open, and Minho's family filed in. His parents, Felix, and Changbin all entered, their expressions a mixture of concern and determination.

Felix's eyes immediately narrowed upon seeing Seungmin. "What the hell is he doing here?" he snapped, his voice full of anger. "You're not supposed to be here, Seungmin."

Seungmin stood up, trying to keep his composure. "I have every right to be here, Felix. I promised Minho I'd be here when he wakes up."

Felix stepped closer, his fists clenched. "You're his ex-husband. You divorced him when he needed you the most. You think you can just waltz back into his life now?"

Minho's mother, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, her voice cold and firm. "Seungmin, this is our family matter. We should be the ones taking care of Minho when he wakes up, not you. You've done enough damage."

Seungmin felt a surge of frustration. "I understand you're upset, but Minho needs all the support he can get right now. I love him, and I'm not leaving his side."

Felix's anger boiled over. "You don't get to make that call." Without warning, he swung his fist, landing a punch squarely on Seungmin's jaw. Seungmin stumbled back, shocked by the sudden violence.

Chaos erupted in the room. Changbin stepped between Felix and Seungmin, trying to defuse the situation, while Minho's parents called for security. Voices were raised, accusations flew, and the tension in the room was palpable.

"You have no right!" Seungmin shouted, his voice breaking. "I promised Minho I would be here. I won't break that promise."

The hospital security arrived quickly, their presence doing little to calm the storm. Minho's mother turned to them, her voice authoritative. "This man is causing a disturbance. Remove him from the premises."

"But I'm Minho's guardian," Seungmin protested, desperation in his voice.

"Not anymore," Minho's father interjected. "We're his family. We'll take care of him."

Despite his protests, the security guards began to escort Seungmin out of the room. As he was being led away, he turned back to Minho's unconscious form, his heart breaking. "I'll be back, Minho," he called out, his voice echoing in the sterile hallway. "I'll make you remember. I promise."

As Seungmin left the hospital, he made a silent vow to himself. This wasn't over. He would fight for Minho, even if it meant standing against his family. The battle wasn't lost yet, and Seungmin isn't planning on giving up.

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1 month later

Seungmin found himself walking back to the Lee family’s Company, far from the life he had known. The phone call weeks ago from Felix still echoed in his mind, their words cutting deep.

The phone rang, and Seungmin answered, recognizing the number immediately. "Hello?"
It was Felix on the other end, his voice icy and firm. "Seungmin, We need to talk."

"Felix, how is Minho? Has he woken up?" Seungmin asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

Felix's tone was cold and detached. "Seungmin, we need to talk about your position at the company."

Seungmin's heart sank. "What do you mean? I'm Minho's secretary. I need to be there for him, especially now."

"That's exactly why we're calling," Felix replied sharply. "You can't continue working for Minho. Our family has decided it's best if you never see each other again."

Seungmin's eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious. Minho needs me. He needs someone who cares about him, someone who understands him."

Felix's voice hardened. "Seungmin, this isn't up for debate. We've already made the decision. You're fired. Effective immediately."

Seungmin's grip tightened on his phone. "You can't just fire me. Minho needs my support, now more than ever. You don't understand—"

Felix cut him off. "No, Seungmin. You don't understand. This is what's best for Minho. You caused him enough pain already. He doesn't need any more complications in his life."

Seungmin felt a surge of frustration and helplessness. "Complications? I'm not a complication. I'm his husband. I promised to be there for him, no matter what."

"Ex-husband," Felix corrected, his voice icy. "And we've decided this is the best course of action. You need to respect our decision."

Seungmin's voice broke. "Please, Felix. Let me see him. Let me help him."

Felix's tone softened slightly, but it remained firm. "Seungmin, this is hard for all of us. But Minho's health and well-being come first. We're doing what we believe is best for him."

Tears welled up in Seungmin's eyes as he struggled to find the right words. "You're making a mistake. Minho needs me."

Felix sighed. "Seungmin, this conversation is over. Your position at the company is terminated. Goodbye."

The line went dead, leaving Seungmin standing in stunned silence. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Minho's family had cut him out completely, leaving him with no way to reach the man he loved.

Seungmin had come to the company to take care of some paperwork, still feeling the sting of being fired. As he walked through the familiar hallways, he overheard conversations among the employees.

"Did you see Minho? He's back."

"Yeah, cold and mean as ever. It's like nothing happened."

"I wonder if he even remembers a thing."

Seungmin's heart ached at the words, the sting of their truth hitting him hard. Just then, he saw Minho approaching, surrounded by bodyguards. Without hesitation, Seungmin rushed forward and embraced him tightly.

"Minho! You’re back" Seungmin exclaimed, his voice choked with emotion.

Minho stiffened, his bodyguards immediately pulling Seungmin away. "Minho, it's me, Seungmin."

Minho's eyes widened for a moment, a flicker of recognition flashing through them. But it quickly vanished, replaced by a cold, distant gaze. "You're my ex-husband?" he said sharply, his tone cutting through Seungmin's heart.

Seungmin's eyes filled with tears. "Minho..."

Minho's face remained impassive. "What are you doing here?" he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "You have no business being here, Kim Seungmin."

"Can we talk privately?" Seungmin asked, his voice trembling with desperation. Minho hesitated for a moment before nodding curtly.

"Fine," Minho said. "Follow me."

The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing Seungmin to follow Minho to a private office. Once the door was closed, Minho turned to face him, his expression cold and unreadable.

"What do you want?" Minho asked sharply.

Seungmin took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. "Minho, I know you don't remember everything. But you need to know that I was supposed to be there the moment you wake up but-."

"And I should believe you?" Minho scoffed. "You divorced me!"

"It wasn't like that," Seungmin pleaded. "You asked me to, I thought it was the only way to convince you to have the surgery. I was scared of losing you."

Minho's gaze softened for a moment, but he quickly hardened his resolve. "I don't want to go back to that life, Seungmin," he said quietly. "I don't want to remember."

He stood up from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate. "Let's just never meet each other again," he said, his voice cold and final.

Seungmin watched Minho walk away, the door closing behind him with a finality that felt like a knife to his heart. He stood there, stunned, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say but couldn't. The silence of the room pressed down on him, suffocating in its emptiness.

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A week later after that conversation, Minho adjusted his cap for the tenth time, peeking around the corner of a quaint bakery in Seungmin's hometown. Jeongin, his cousin, was wearing a ridiculous fake mustache, leaned against the wall beside him, attempting to look inconspicuous but failing miserably.

"You're being weird, Minho hyung," Jeongin whispered, glancing at Seungmin, who was chatting animatedly with the bakery owner. "Why don't you just talk to him? This whole stalking thing is kinda creepy."

Minho smacked the back of Jeongin's head lightly. "Shut up. I'm just... observing."

"Right, because following him around town in disguises is totally normal," Jeongin muttered, rubbing his head. "Seriously, hyung, you're the one who told him that both of you should never see each other again."

"Just keep an eye on him," Minho hissed, ignoring Jeongin's remarks.

As Seungmin left the bakery, Minho and Jeongin trailed behind, maintaining a safe distance. Seungmin greeted everyone he passed with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way Minho had always found endearing.

"Look at him," Minho whispered, almost to himself. "He's so... happy."

"Yeah, he looks like a puppy," Jeongin said, grinning. "A really cute, lovable puppy."

"Shut up, Jeongin," Minho muttered, though he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

Later, they followed Seungmin to a park, where he met up with Hyunjin and Jisung. The three of them were laughing, Seungmin's laughter ringing out like music to Minho's ears. He watched as Seungmin playfully shoved Hyunjin, who pretended to stumble dramatically, causing all three to burst into laughter.

"Man, he really does smile a lot," Jeongin noted, adjusting his fake mustache, which had started to peel off at the edges. "No wonder you fell for him."

"Shut it," Minho said again, but there was no bite to his words.

Hyunjin suddenly pointed in their direction, and Minho and Jeongin ducked behind a tree, peeking out cautiously.

"Do you think they saw us?" Minho whispered.

"Nah, we're totally invisible," Jeongin said, though his fake mustache was now hanging by a thread.

"Look at this picture," Hyunjin's voice floated over to them. "Doesn't this guy with the mustache look familiar?"

Jisung squinted at the photo. "Hmm, kinda looks like Jeongin, Minho’s cousin, don't you think?"

Minho smacked his forehead. "This is a disaster."

Jeongin shrugged. "Hey, at least they didn't recognize you."

As they watched Seungmin from a distance, Minho felt a pang of longing in his chest. He doesn’t know why because all he knew was Seungmin is his ex-husband who treated him badly, divorced him when he was dying and such. But for now, he just watched, smiling sadly at the man he still feel love for, who was blissfully unaware of his presence.

"Let's go home," Minho whispered, turning to leave. "I really shouldn't be doing this"

Jeongin was about to say something but just nodded, following Minho as they walked away. As they left, Minho took one last look at Seungmin, his heart aching.

He drove home after that, trying to forget the smile in Seungmin’s face and silently wishes that his heart would stop beating for his ex-husband whom he isn’t supposed to love anymore.

Minho parked his car in the driveway of the mansion and stepped out, his thoughts still lingering on Seungmin. As he walked through the grand entrance, the maid approached him, holding a package in her hands.

"Mr. Lee, this arrived for you," she said, handing it over with a polite smile.

"Where's it from?" Minho asked, eyeing the package curiously.

The maid shook her head, still smiling. "I'm not sure, sir. There was no return address."

Minho frowned but took the package. "Alright, thank you."

He made his way up to his room, the package feeling heavier in his hands with each step. Once inside, he shut the door and sat on the edge of his bed, carefully unwrapping the brown paper.

Inside, he found a pressed rose on a piece of paper, its petals perfectly preserved. Beneath it were several letters and a video tape. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Seungmin's handwriting on the letters.

With trembling hands, Minho picked up the first letter and unfolded it.

"Dear Minho, If you're reading this, it means you've received my package. I've been writing these letters over the year, trying to put my feelings into words. I hope you'll take the time to read them. Each one represents a moment, a memory, a part of my heart that still belongs to you."

Minho sat on his bed, the pressed rose resting delicately on his nightstand. He took a deep breath, steadying his emotions before picking up the next letter from Seungmin. He unfolded it, feeling the familiar rush of memories as he began to read.

"Minho, Our first date is a memory I cherish deeply. Do you remember how nervous we both were? We went to that little Italian restaurant, the one with the red checkered tablecloths and the candles on the tables. You looked so handsome that night, and I couldn't believe you were mine. We talked about everything and nothing, and by the end of the night, I knew I was falling for you. I still remember how your hand felt in mine, warm and reassuring. It was the beginning of something beautiful."

Minho smiled through his tears, remembering that night vividly. He reached for the next letter, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

"Minho, Our first night together was magical. We were both so shy, but everything felt right. I remember the way you held me, the way you whispered sweet nothings into my ear. It was the first time I truly felt safe and loved. You made me feel like I was the only person in the world who mattered. That night, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

His heart ached as he recalled the tenderness of that night, the connection they had shared. He picked up another letter, bracing himself for the wave of emotions.

"Minho, The first time you met my family, I was so nervous. But you charmed them all with your kindness and sincerity. My parents adored you, and my sister couldn't stop talking about how cool you were. You fit in so perfectly, like you were always meant to be a part of our family. Seeing you with them made me realize how lucky I was to have you."

Minho's eyes blurred with tears. He missed those moments, the simplicity of their early days together. He reached for another letter, feeling the weight of their shared history.

"Minho, I'm so sorry for the argument we had before everything fell apart. I know I hurt you, and I regret it every day. I was scared and confused, and I didn't know how to handle my feelings. I wish I could take back my words and actions, but I can't. All I can do is apologize and hope you can forgive me."

The pain of that argument resurfaced, but Minho forced himself to keep reading, needing to hear Seungmin's apologies.

"Minho, I'm sorry for the first night we slept in separate rooms. It was a horrible mistake, and I regret it more than anything. I should have talked to you, should have tried to understand what you were feeling. Instead, I pushed you away. I know I hurt you deeply, and I'm so sorry."

The letters continued, each one filled with heartfelt apologies and memories. Minho read through each one, feeling a mixture of sorrow and hope. Finally, he reached the last letter, the day before their wedding.

"Minho, this is the day before our wedding, I am filled with so many emotions. I am excited, nervous, and incredibly happy. I can't wait to marry you, to start our life together. I look at you and think how lucky I am to have found you. You are my everything, and I promise myself that I will always cherish and love you.”

Minho set the letter down, tears streaming down his face. He felt overwhelmed by the depth of Seungmin's love and regrets. The video tape had been the final piece, sealing his resolve to make things right.

He stared at the video tape for a long moment before finally inserting it into the player. His heart pounded as he sat on the edge of his bed, remote in hand, ready to press play. He took a deep breath and hit the button.

The screen flickered to life, and the scene began with their wedding. The setting was breathtaking, a  beautiful location beside a wide, serene river. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow over everything. The guests were seated on elegantly decorated chairs, all eyes on the entrance.

"The groom, everyone!" the announcer's voice echoed through the speakers, and Seungmin appeared, walking down the aisle. He looked incredibly handsome in his tailored suit, his eyes shining with happiness. The camera panned to capture the reactions of the guests, all smiling and some wiping away tears of joy .

Minho felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the love of his life take those steps toward their future. The scene shifted to Minho himself, standing at the end of the aisle with his father. His father’s hand rested on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Minho’s eyes were fixed on Seungmin, his heart full of love and anticipation.

As Minho walked down the aisle with his father, the emotions in the room were palpable. Every step felt heavy with significance, and the guests' smiles and tears mirrored the intensity of the moment. Minho’s tears started to fall as he watched himself on the screen, reliving the happiness he experienced that day.

The video continued, showing various scenes from the wedding. Minho and Seungmin smiled at each other during the ceremony, exchanging vows with voices that trembled with emotion, and finally, walking down the aisle hand in hand as their family and friends cheered them on. The joy and love in their eyes were undeniable, a testament to the bond they shared.

Then, the scene changed. An interviewer was speaking with Seungmin on their wedding day. The question posed was, "What do you want to say for yourself in 10 years?"

Seungmin chuckled softly, his laughter filling the room. "Well, I hope you're not divorced," he laughed, "Uhm, how many kids do you have already? One? Two?" Seungmin smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh well, I really don't care if you don't, all I need is Minho by my side, that's it."

Minho’s hand clutched his chest as he started sobbing, Seungmin's love overwhelming him. On the screen, Seungmin's expression softened. "Don’t make him cry, just make him happy," he said, looking directly into the camera. His eyes sparkled with sincerity as the scene faded away.

The video shifted to Minho’s turn to answer the same question. "I’m sure in 10 years you’ll be too busy to watch this video of me," he smirked, eliciting laughter from the staff around him. "I won’t ask you how you’re doing because I know you’re doing great," he said proudly, his eyes filled with confidence and affection. "You’ll still be successful and handsome as always," he joked, his smile broadening as more laughter followed.

"And... you’re with Kim Seungmin, of course," Minho continued, his voice softening with a genuine smile. The love he felt for Seungmin was evident in his expression, his eyes shining with a mixture of pride and tenderness.

The video turned black, the screen going blank. Minho just sat there, hand on his chest as he kept sobbing. The memories, the love they had shared, and the pain of their separation all crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Minho's head began to pound, memories flooding back that made him wince. He remembered Seungmin, every detail, every moment they had shared. The realization hit him like a wave, overwhelming and undeniable. Without a second thought, he grabbed his coat, car keys, and phone. His fingers trembled as he unblocked Seungmin's number, his heart racing as he pressed the call button.

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"Kim Seungmin!" Minho exclaimed, his voice breaking through the steady rhythm of the rain. Seungmin turned around, eyes widening as he saw Minho running towards him. The umbrella Seungmin was holding slipped from his grasp as Minho crashed into him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. They both started getting soaked, the rain drenching them as they stood in the middle of the street, oblivious to everything else.

"I'm sorry," Minho's voice was the first thing to break the silence, heavy with emotion. "I'm sorry, Seungmin," he repeated, his voice trembling as sobs wracked his body.

Seungmin cupped Minho's face, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and concern. "I remember everything now... You promised... I pushed you away... I..." Minho couldn't finish his sentence, the tears streaming down his face mingling with the rain.

Seungmin's thumbs brushed against Minho's cheeks, attempting to wipe away the tears, but it was a futile effort against the relentless downpour. "You did nothing wrong, Minho. It's okay... I'm still here," Seungmin reassured him, his voice gentle yet firm.

"I love you," Minho sobbed, his voice cracking with raw emotion. "I love you so much and I don't know why I didn't tell you that often before." His eyes, red and puffy from crying, locked onto Seungmin's. "I want you by my side, I need you to live, Seungmin."

Seungmin's eyes softened, his hand still cupping Minho's face. His other hand moved to Minho's lower back, pulling him closer. Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Minho's in a kiss that was as passionate as it was desperate. It was a kiss full of longing, pain, and unspoken love. It was perfect in its imperfection, a culmination of everything they had been through.

Minho's hand found its way to Seungmin's, their gold rings clinking together softly as they moved. The sound was a small but touching reminder of their bond, their promise to each other.

The rain continued to fall, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, the world around them fading into the background. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"I won't ever let you go again," Minho whispered, his voice steady despite the tears.

Seungmin smiled, his own eyes filled with tears. "You won't have to," he replied softly.

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5 years later

Seungmin and Minho sat side by side, hand in hand, in a cozy studio. The interviewer smiled at them softly as she continued to ask them questions. The light from the setting sun bathed the room in a warm, golden glow, casting a serene ambiance that perfectly mirrored the couple's journey.

"Life," Seungmin began, his voice steady and thoughtful, "never goes according to your plan." He glanced at Minho, who nodded in agreement, squeezing Seungmin's hand gently. "Sometimes, we end up forgiving people we used to hate."

A flashback appeared with Felix, full of tears in his eyes, apologizing to Seungmin genuinely. The memory was vivid. "I'm sorry for everything," Felix said, his voice trembling, his eyes full of regret and sincerity. Minho's parents joined in, wrapping Seungmin in a warm embrace as they welcomed him back into the family when Minho and Seungmin remarried. "Welcome back, Lee Seungmin," Minho's mother said, her eyes shining with sincerity and love, they finally accepted him enough for him to use their last name. The warmth of their acceptance was palpable, a stark contrast to the coldness that had once existed.

"Pretty soon, time will go faster and faster," Seungmin continued, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.

In the future, Minho and Seungmin held two tiny bundles in their arms. They had adopted twin babies, a boy and a girl. Laughter filled the air as scenes of them taking care of the twins played out: late-night feedings where they both looked exhausted yet fulfilled, first steps that ended in joyful claps and cheers, and countless giggles that echoed through their home.

"We won't be able to catch it, we'll have to let it slip away," Seungmin said, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

The twins, now three years old, were running towards them during a vacation in Paris. Their little feet pattered against the cobblestones as they giggled and called out for their parents. Minho lifted the girl high in the air while Seungmin caught the boy in his arms, spinning him around as they both laughed.

"Until one day..." Seungmin looked directly at the camera, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and peace.

Both of them grew old together, attending their son and daughter's graduation, celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, and many more events. Their house gradually filled with photographs, each one capturing a precious moment in their lives. Pictures of family trips, school plays, holidays, and everyday moments adorned the walls, telling the story of a life well-lived.

Up until older Seungmin, his hair gray with wrinkles on his skin was visiting Minho's grave. He placed a bouquet of flowers gently on the grave, his hands trembling slightly with age.


"When only one of us is left," Seungmin's voice echoed softly.

He knelt beside the gravestone, tracing the letters of Minho's name with a tender touch, tears silently streaming down his face.

"Then, the other one will come pick them up," Minho's voice added, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Minho's spirit is now standing beside the old Seungmin, looking as vibrant and loving as ever. His eyes held the same warmth and affection that had always been there, an eternal flame that refused to be extinguished by time or death.

"And it won't be scary at all," Minho said to the camera, as Seungmin took his hand into his, holding it tightly.

Minho’s spirit extended his hand towards older Seungmin. The gesture was full of love and reassurance, a promise that they would never be truly apart.

"Because we'll be together." Seungmin and Minho said in unison, their voices blending seamlessly.

Seungmin reached out and took Minho's hand, a serene smile spreading across his face. The touch was familiar, comforting, and full of the love that had carried them through so many trials and triumphs.

The camera turned off, leaving the screen in a gentle fade to black. The silence that followed was profound, filled with the weight of their story. It was a story of love that had endured against all odds, a love that had transcended even the bounds of life and death. The audience was left with a sense of peace, knowing that Seungmin and Minho's love would continue, timeless and unbreakable.

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