Time is running out for Seungri, and Jiyong pays with his own to prolong what little is left. It is entirely a bad idea. There is no happy ending. Hes probably going to end up dead.Jiyong, being Jiyong, will of course do it anyway. Mind Melds give people the opportunity to say goodbye. There are complications, and the whole process is exceedingly new and untested. But many choose to undergo it anyway, if only for the chance to say I love you one last time. But as with all things, they do not last forever. Time runs out. The question is whether or not you can learn to let go in the time you have left.    ForewordIn a somewhat futile attempt at creating an AU that hasnt already been done a million times already (AFF being, of course, an obvious breeding pool for such stories), I have this to offer. In true author omnipotence, I will choose to update this whenever I can and update with whatever I want. I dont anticipate this fic being any longer than five chapters at most, but obviously as a WIP that can change.There is an obligation on my part to warn for terminal illness and potential future character death. Doesnt that sound appetizing. I promise that its more original than it sounds. Everything medical in this fic is going to require a certain degree of suspension of disbelief, if that isnt too much to ask. Despite my studies that will hopefully pave the way for actual knowledge in the field of medecine, I am but a novice that relies on Google too much to be taken seriously at all.I want this fic to be more than my usual fare. Ive created this account for the sole purpose of having a clean slate upon which I can find out where I really stand as an author, rather than relying on previous success to spurn words of admiration. Please be honest. (If youve guessed who I really am, send me a PM rather than in the comments. Ill give you a virtual high-five for your efforts.)