A violent pain ripped through Seokjin's whole body when he was climbing the stairs of the apartment, as if numerous thorns were growing in his bone and waves of pain penetrated every pore. Although he had the very strong tolerance, he could not stand this pain so that he almost wanted to kill himself to get rid of it.

Seokjin struggled to reach his house with the orchid in his arms. After he walked in the door, he immediately leant against the wall, feeling dizzy. He gasped for air and his body was awash with a cold sweat.

He had liked to collect various beautiful glass bottles for appreciation since he was still a student, but now all the bottles were used to hold his medicines. There were different pills in different bottles. Misfortune was hidden in beauty and no one could see it.

He was too tired to heat up the water. He poured himself a cup of cold water and took the medicines. He huddled in bed and put his chin on the knees. The pain didn't relieve as if it had rooted deeply in his abdominal cavity. He was thin and his cheeks were hollow.

Jungkook hadn't been home for 19 days. This was the first time he stayed out for so long. He missed him all the time.

Seokjin got a splitting headache, with his fingers curling and brows knitted. At this point, he was just like a drowning man who was so desperate because he failed to catch the driftwood anyway. He couldn't sleep, so he got out of the bed and unlocked the desk drawer. There was a book lying in it.

He carefully took it out, went to the living room, and then sat down on the sofa. It was an old book of Na Tae-Joo poetry. He gently opened the book while a faint gentle smile appeared on his face.

The pages had yellowed with age. But on the first page, the sentence transcribed by Jungkook was still clear and firm. His handwriting was flowing and graceful--

"Where you are, where my heart is."

Fourteen years ago, a tall young boy gave Seokjin this book, flushing up to the ears, and said in a stiff tone, "I have heard that you like Na Tae-Jo poetry, so I bought this book for you. I hope you will like it... and like me too!" Until now, Seokjin still remembered Jungkook's shy face and loving eyes.

Everything changed now, including the boy. He bit his lips and held the book tightly in his arms. Then he curled up on the sofa, staring at the door with vacant eyes. He didn't cry but his heart was like dead ashes.

In the evening, Jungkook finally went home.

Hearing the sound of the key turning, He woke up immediately and sat up slowly.

The room was dark. Jungkook reached out to turn on the light and thought that Seokjin must have slept in the bedroom. But he didn't expect to see the man sitting on the sofa with a pale face, just like a ghost.

Jungkook was taken aback and snarled, "Oh, fuck! You scared me! Why didn't you turn on the light?"

He couldn't help feeling a bit irritated when he looked at his spouse. These days much of his time was spent with his new lover, an art student whose name was Park Jimin. After receiving the call from Seokjin last night, for some unknown reasons, Jungkook got a guilty conscience and lost his interest in his new lover. So he decided to come home and see if something really happened to his Seokjin.

"I just woke up, when you came in. I didn't have time to turn on the light. Have you finished all the work yet?" Seokjin asked tenderly and put the book on the tea table.

Jungkook took off his overcoat and threw it on the sofa without casting a glance at that book. He raised his hand to loosen his tie and lied with a straight face, "No, I still have much work to do. But I miss you very much, so I come home to see you. You barely call me for days."

Jungkook let his eyes settle upon Seokjin's face and slowly frowned. "You seem thinner than before. Have you taken good care of yourself? You look like a drug addict and it make me sick," he said coldly before he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Those merciless remarks cut Seokjin to the quick and he felt as if a knife pierced through his heart. He knew clearly that Jungkook didn't cared about his health at all but felt disgusted at his haggard face and emaciated body. His new lover must be a beauty.

Seokjin curled his lips into a sarcastic smile. He wanted to live a happy life, but fate played a trick on him. He suffered from the illness and was wasting away. Now Jungkook scolded him for his weary-looking. Did he need to apologize for getting ugly? How ridiculous! Even the vendor of the dumpling stall had noticed his ill health, even the doctor who had been accustomed to life and death advised him not to give up his life, but this man, who had been with him for more than ten years, was completely unaware of his sickness.

He knew Jungkook very well. He was such a cruel man that he would not show any tender and patience to someone whom he was not interested in. He used to love Seokjin, but now he had a change of heart. All his love for him had gone with wind. Now he was even unwilling to spare a glance for Seokjin.

Seokjin could do nothing about it.