Jeon Jungkook was really busy person, but he planned to stay at home to take care of Seokjin. Every minute, Jungkook will answered the phone that been ringing caused of work.

When Jungkook hung up the secretary's phone, he reached out and buttons up the collar of Seokjin's downy pajamas. Then he fed him a spoonful of porridge, "Warm your stomach, and then lie down. I'll accompany you to have a good rest."

"You've already answered over ten calls today, if it's really busy just go back to the office." Seokjin said, having the porridge.

Before Jungkook said something, his phone rang again.

He put down the bowl to pick up his cell phone, but his face turned extremely gloomy when he saw the caller display. He hung up the phone directly and shut it down. Then he looked up at Seokjin with a smile, "I've turned it off. I already said that I would accompany you, it wouldn't be good to let you listen to all this work talk. Eat the porridge. After eating, you can lie down and rest again."

Seokjin pretended that he didn't see the caller's name Jimin, which was short but annoying.

Jungkook was absolutely not in a good mood now. In fact, he was so angry that he wanted to kill his affair. He preferred Jimin's tactful character except his pretty face at the beginning. Jimin looked happy every time Jungkook called him and never play tricks or lost his temper because of feeling left out. Jimin's smile was little silly but warm. The older really had an affection for him so he could stay with him for more than two years.

But now, Jungkook felt bored with his affair. In France, Jimin interrupted Jungkook's call even he knew that was from Seokjin. This time, Jungkook had shut down the special number for Jimin; he should have known that Jungkook didn't want to contact him, but Jimin still dialed this number. Did he want to track Jungkook? It was crazy to do that. Jimin might as well consider his weight in the heart of Jungkook. He thought Jungkook cared about him and wanted to be the formal spouse of him after years of company. But Jungkook couldn't allow things like that happen cause Jimin is not like Seokjin.

"Would you like some?" The voice of Seokjin made Jungkook suddenly earth to himself. His soft tone was somewhat weak and husky.

Jungkook shook his head and fed the remaining half bowl of porridge to Seokjin, "Is there somewhere you want to go? I have clear my schedule on your birthday and New Year's Day."

Seokjin wrinkled his delicate brow, looking sideways at him, like a kitten trying to rub itself against owner's leg in a spoiled manner, "Travel is tiring."

Jungkook's heart was heavily touched and melted. He threw the spoon, pressed Seokjin at the back of the chair and gave him a long French kiss till his mouth was full of sweet smell of porridge. "Seokjin… Jinnie…" Jungkook muttered his name several times, and suddenly realized that the lovers outside were meaningless and the most desirable one was still Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin's body was softened by this kiss. He was somewhat confused by the older's behavior. Seokjin thought that Jungkook was like an emperor who suddenly realized he should dote on all his wives in the palace, and now it was his turn.

"Jungkook..." Seokjin escaped a kiss on his lips. His eyes were a little dull, "Your mother once told me that our relationship couldn't survive when reach thirty years old."

Jungkook was stunned. These things were too harsh to both of them. He did not know why Seokjin suddenly mentioned this. But he comforted Seokjin casually, "You're thirty and I'm thirty-one years old this year. We did survive it, didn't we?"

Seokjin burst into tears. He grasped Jungkook's shirt and his thin shoulders trembled sharply. He said, "Yes, we survived it. In order to prove that your mother is wrong, I will try my best to survive 30 years old…"

Seokjin seldom cried in front of Jungkook. He was tender, but he bore much in these years. In fact, he was often bullied to cry in bed by Jungkook. Seokjin knew that there was a streak of  sadism in Jungkook's nature, and he could not satisfy him. When he cried, Jungkook wouldn't go on. Later, Jungkook became more and more gentle in bed and finally chose to be wild in other people's beds.

Jungkook didn't know what Seokjin was crying about, and his heart was almost broken upon his tears. He did not know that Seokjin was crying for them. One with deep love was short-lived while the other was promiscuous.

He was weeping for their love of fourteen years turned sour.

When they were in high school, after classes were over, Jungkook gave a note to Seokjin. He asked, "Do you know how it feels to like someone?"

When Jungkook was young, he did not use the word "love" easily, but he loved Seokjin much more than any time.

That night, Seokjin held the note in his hand and thought about the question all night. Finally, he thought of the sentence that love made people tolerant and silent without complaint and sadness.

This answer had been weighed and considered in his mind for thousands of times for more than ten years, but it had not been given to Jungkook. As if in Seokjin's heart, love would fade away with words. The more he cared about, the faster he lost.

But eventually love would be lost.

Seokjin cried hard and got sleepy in the end. When he finally slept in Jungkook's arms, he seemed to smell the fragrance of jasmine fourteen years ago.