Dying was supposed to be simple. Y/N had already accepted it — the cancer, the pain, the inevitability of it all. After months of failed treatments and worsening symptoms, he stopped his chemotherapy and decided to spend whatever time he had left waiting for the end. Then Sean entered his life. Sean, the annoyingly persistent doctor with tired gray eyes, crooked smiles, and a habit of treating Y/N like a person instead of a tragedy. No pity. No careful sympathy. Just warm tea, stupid jokes, late-night conversations, and a kind of hope Y/N stopped believing in a long time ago. Falling for Sean was never part of the plan. And that’s exactly why Y/N refuses to let him get too close. Because no matter how badly he wants to stay, Y/N knows one thing for certain: He’s dying.