The most uncontrollable thing in the world was human heart, since it changed imperceptibly.

Jeon Jungkook was seized with remorse for his own behavior. He calmed down and blamed himself for hitting his spouse, who was the man he wished to protect with his life. He also blamed himself for having lovers outside even though he knew that no one would be better than Seokjin.

When it came to the problem, it doomed to become a deep scar in their hearts.

Jungkook knew that he needed to explain something, but at this point, he lost his ability to talk sweet words to Seokjin and also couldn’t show his fierce character in business. He could only hold him tightly in his arms, pretending Seokjin was not hurt and would never leave him.

The younger consumed too much physical energy. Now he was in a light sleep. He seemed to still feel cold, nestling against Jungkook's chest quietly.

Jungkook stretched out his finger and gently outlined the soft of Seokjin face. His eyes were deep. He knew Seokjin gave deep love and much tolerance to him. This time Seokjin must feel very wronged, which made him so resolute in the idea of leaving him.

"Don't be angry. I'll change myself. I can give up everything except you,” Jungkook's tone was very gentle. He was afraid of waking his spouse, "You can do whatever you want when waking up, but just don't leave me..."

Jungkook thought much with Seokjin in his arms. He was so worried and panicked. It seemed that the last thing he wanted to face was about to happen. The subconscious anxiety tortured him. A sense of oppression hit his heart and he was like a herbivore which faced unknown hunters and apprehended danger in every sound.

Finally, the doorbell rang.

Jungkook gently put Seokjin on the bed and tucked the sheet around him before opening the door.

"What took you so late?" Jungkook opened the door.

Min Yoongi, sweating on his forehead, entered the house with a medicine box, "Today's saturday, even a private doctor isn't working. I'll say this first, the consultation fee is doubled."

Yoongi and Jungkook were very familiar with each other, and they had friendship for seven or eight years. Otherwise, nobody was able to invite Yoongi with a bad temper.

"Stop fooling around, this is urgent." Jungkook didn’t want to chat with him at this moment.

Yoongi took off his coat slowly and asked carelessly, "Alright, so what's wrong with you? I don't treat the common flu, I won't be able to tell if it's some sort of complicated illness, if it's a superficial wound then maybe..." Yoongi's clinic usually served gangsters, so he had managed a lot of bloody traumas.

Jungkook's face was even more gloomy, "It's not me. Go into the bedroom and take a look at Seokjin."

Yoongi withdraw the casual manner and asked, "What happened to your little spouse?"

He pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. The room was messy and there was almost nowhere for Yoongi to stand. Seokjin was lying on the bed.

Jungkook went straight over, held Seokjin in his arms, and then said to Yoongi, "Come here."

"What have you done, Jungkook?" Yoongi hurried over and touched the Seokjin forehead, "He’s having a fever."

Yoongi hissed softly after turning and seeing the face of Seokjin. He looked up at Jungkook abruptly with shock in his eyes, "What did you do?"

Jungkook only concentrated his attention on Seokjin, and he saw  wrinkle his eyebrows because of Yoongi’s touch. Although his eyelids trembled badly because of uneasiness, he was too tired to open them. Jungkook exhorted, "Be gentle."

Yoongi didn’t want to wake Seokjin up either, so he stopped questioning.

"He coughed a lot of blood, " Jungkook told Yoongi in a flat tone, and concealed the pain in his eyes perfectly.

The latter gently pinched open Seokjin Mouth. Through the oral lamp, he found many tiny wounds caused by bites. The most serious one was on the bleeding tongue. Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief  because it was not an internal injury, but these wounds would affect Seokjin’s recent eating and speaking. Suddenly he thought of something. He put on a long face, looked up at Jungkook and asked, "Did you beat him?"

Jungkook did not deny it. Though all he did was slapped, but Seokjin’s wounds had something to do with him after all.

Yoongi met resistance when he tried to undress Seokjin, who was sleeping but struggling unconsciously with a tearful voice, "Don't do that..."

Jungkook quickly hugged Seokjin and coaxed, "Babe, let Yoongi hyung have a look." He feared that he had left bruises on Seokjkn’s body.

"I’m cold... don't do that..." Seokjin shook his head and unconsciously grasped on the elder's sleeve.

Jungkook's heart softened directly. He pressed his lips and looked at Yoongi, "His upper body is all right."

Yoongi immediately got the implied meaning of the other’s words.

When dealing with the wounds below, Yoongi was shocked although he was accustomed to such scenes, "How did so much blood come out?"

Seokjin woke up when Yoongi handled the wound. Jungkook covered Seokjin’s eyes and murmured in his ear, "Don't be afraid. It's Yoongi hyung. You can sleep in my arms for a while. Take it easy. My dear…”

Yoongi dealt with the torn wound below for a long time. Seokjin was too painful to lift his eyelids. Then Jungkook gently took him to the big bed in the guest room to let him have a good rest and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"We need to talk," Yoongi stood coldly at the bedroom door.

Jungkook tucked the quilt around his spouse before he went out.

"Why didn't I know you are a sadist person before?" Yoongi finally couldn't help shouting, "He has multiple injuries in his oral cavity, his lower body is even more. Don't you know that Seokjin has blood coagulation disorder? What the hell have you done? Do you want to kill him? Has he offended you, so you tortured him like this? "

"I didn't mean it." It was very difficult for Jungkook to bow his head to others except Seokjin when he was accused by his friends.

Yoongi sighed, "I'm fully aware of what you have been doing for the past two years, and I think you just want a little excitement occasionally. But after today, I really can't tell if you still care about Seokjin anymore. The last time I saw him was two years ago, but seeing him so thin and pale, you should really reflect on yourself for a bit....”

Jungkook pressed his temples and said hoarsely, "I don't want to let him go. I will cut it off with everyone else."

After all, household affairs were always too difficult for others to meddle in. Yoongi could only expect Jungkook to be serious in his words. Then he changed the topic, "Do you have antipyretics in your house? I didn't bring any over."

"In the study room, it's at the same location." Jungkook reply and thought of boiling the water for it.

As soon as Yoongi entered the study, he shivered inexplicably. After he found the medicine, he looked around, trying to find what was wrong.

When he came here before, there were many books in this room. Seokjin loved reading poetry collections and books. There were books in the bookcase and the latest magazines on the desk. But now, there was nothing but bottles and cans.

No matter how Yoongi ignored his duty, he was still a doctor. His first intuition told him that harmless wishing bottles were absolutely filled with medicines.

However, his major was not related to medicine. One wouldn’t recall someone’s name when they were apart for a long time. Yoongi only felt that the medicines were familiar, but he didn’t remember what they were.

"The water has boiled, have you found the medicine?" Hearing Jungkook’s words, Yoongi came out of the study.

Those might be new calcium tablets or something similar. Yoongi thought about this because he had recently seen a lot of bosses who kept fit by eating all kinds of strange health care products every day.

He just needed some time to remember the names of these medicines.