Kim Jonghyun is a man who, at only nineteen years old, has one year left to live. You see, he is a drug addict, and one day he overdosed. The doctors told him that unless he stops doing drugs, he will die by his twentieth birthday.Kim Kibum is a seventeen-year-old university student. He is studying fashion and design and has always been an overachiever, so of course, hes top of his class and very popular. So why does Kibum still feel like something is missing? ForewordAs Jonghyun walked home from his sisters house after telling her of his doctor appointment that evening, her words ran through his mind."I pity you, Jonghyun. You had everything; a family, friends-""I still have friends," he mumbled, though it was more to convince himself."You have Taemin and Minho and youre even losing them,” she spits, “They cant stand to see you like this and neither can I. I want to ask you to stop taking them, but I know you wont and for that I pity you. Youre going to die without ever knowing what real love feels like because you choose drugs over everyone else,"Her words felt like a slap in the face, but she just didnt understand. Jonghyun needed them. They made him feel powerful, invincible. She didnt understand that this wasnt a habit you could kick so easily, and if he was honest he wasn’t sure it was a habit he wanted to kick. He liked the way he felt when he was using, not to mention it makes his music better and he’s going to need the confidence and the energy when he finally gets signed to a label. Still, the stubborn, little brother side of him was determined to prove her wrong. He would find someone to love him if it was the last thing he did (and at this point, it might be).And thats when he saw him; walking away from the university, books clutched to his chest, blonde hair shining in the evening light and perfectly lined, cat-like eyes squinting against the sun. He was perfect, Jonghyun couldn’t help but think. This is him. Jonghyun would make this feline boy love him.