Seokjin woke up very early when it was still dark. Looking outside from the window, there were still street lights and shop signs lighting. He had not slept well for a long time, especially recently, when he suffered from habitual insomnia. So he often woke up after falling asleep. It was even rare for him to sleep for three or four hours continuously.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom and looking at the pale and morbid person reflected on it, he asked lightly, “Have you ever lived a happy life in your life?”

No one answered him. Then Seokjin smiled and spat a sink of blood.

He knew that his disease began to worsen. When he first saw the internal bleeding under his eyelids through the mirror, he even felt sick of looking in the mirror. But even though he did not look at himself, there were more and more bruise marks on his body, most of which were on his ribs under the armpit. At first glance, he really seemed to have suffered domestic violence.

Sometimes, Seokjin didn't want to think too much, but he couldn’t control himself. He always told himself that it was normal for Jungkook to play outside. So it was good enough for him to be willing to go home. ‘What else do I want?’ But self-consolation had no use now. He became more and more sensitive and out of control. The physical and mental torture let him gradually lose himself who was ever gentle and cultured.

As things had developed to this point, Seokjin told himself that it was time to give up. After fourteen years, the two men lost the good side of themselves after seeing too much of the reality. And the last bit of romance between them were going to disappear in the completely shattering life. At last, someone finally woke up and it was time to be over.

Giving up didn’t mean that he didn’t love Jungkook anymore. It's just that he was too tired to love the person, so he should spare some respect for himself. That's it. Whether it was a secret crush or mutual gratification, if there was still a glimmer of hope for them at last, he would never be willing to give up.

The gauze on the finger was already soaked in blood. Luckily, the blood had been stopped after the night. He changed a piece of clean gauze for himself while thinking that he shouldn’t get himself injured again otherwise it would be inconvenient to do anything like now.

He had no appetite, but his cats needed to be fed. These cats had been spoiled so badly by Seokjin that they didn’t eat the packaged cat food. As soon as they were hungry, they would pester Seokjin like brats to ask for freshly made food.

So he just had to make some food for these cats after taking the medicine. Seokjin was stunned and doubted whether he had been a wrong place when he heard the doorbell. After a few more knocks at the door, he realized that it was his home indeed.

He turned off the heat and opened the door, thinking it was the day that the clerk of the property company came to check the water meter again. But he didn't expect that it was a strange boy standing outside the door.

This boy was really good-looking. He had delicate features, with white skin, a pointed chin, and sentimental eyes. But his eyes were still red and swollen. There was a thought flashing across his mind, but he didn’t catch it.

“…Who are you looking for?”

“Excuse me, are you Kim Seokjin? My name is Jimin. I would like to have a chat with you.” The vague shadow in the mind of Seokjin finally appeared clearly. And the idea he just had was that the appearance type of this boy was Jeon Jungkook’s favorite.

He never thought Jungkook’s lover would take the initiative to come to him. He didn't know how to solve this kind of issue that happened between two men. Normally, a hostess could kick up a row to catch adultery aboveboard. While such a thing was difficult for him to deal with when Jungkook’s lover came to himself, whether it was humiliating or not. The dull pain in his heart made him rather slower in reaction. He was truly afraid of losing face, even though he had been laughed at by the other now.

“Let me in and have a seat, will you?” It was a melodious voice, which was full of pure and young vigor, even the last sound.

Seokjin leaned to one side slightly, unable to raise his head, because he had been suppressed by the this boy’s young radiance that he had already lost long ago. “Well, come in.” He said.

In fact, Jimin had been sizing up Seokjin too. He knew that this man was irreplaceable for Jungkook. And he had also been curious about him. But he was warned by a few of Jungkook's friends who had known him for seven years or so that he must not mess with Kim Seokjin if he wanted to stay a long time with Jungkook.

Later on, Jimin heard that he looked like young Seokjin, which he remembered all the time. So he always thought that this man must be good-looking. But today he was surprised when he saw Seokjin.

This was a pale and haggard man, who couldn’t even be regarded to be good-looking.

Seokjin went to pour a cup of hot water for the guest, “The weather's cold, drink some water to warm yourself up.”

Jimin looked at Seokjin with amazement. Seokjin must know his identity according to his reaction just now. It was quite rare for normal people not to be acrimonious toward a lover. However, he did not expect that the latter would let him enter the house for a cup of hot water.

Jimin was not a bad boy. He just wanted to stay with the man he loved. But who didn’t?

“I've been with Jungkook hyung for a long time,” Jimin looked at Seokjin with a trace of unexplainable imploration in his eyes. “Can you leave him?”

Sitting aside, after a while Seokjin realized that this boy was hoping he could give up on Jeon Jungkook. But the key was what he could do to help this boy. He was not the man dominating this matter.

“You must tell this to that person yourself. That kind of man can't be kept.”  Seokjin said as if he was soothing himself, as well as persuading the younger.

Jimin kept silent. He seemed not at all to stir up trouble here as a lover usually did. Instead, he was like a child falling in love with his father. So Seokjin was helpless while feeling hatred and angry.

He could not stand such a silent situation. But he couldn’t kick this boy out by his nature. Then he asked by touching his own sore spot, “How long have you been with him?”

“Before I graduated from University, it has been three years.” He answered, his tone full of self-satisfaction and pride, as if it was a great thing that he could stay with Jungkook as long as for three years.

In the other hand, Seokjin did not feel more sorrow. He had prepared for this day. So he only responded softly, “Three years,huh? Three years...”

“Let me recall back.... when we were together for our third year...” Seokjin pressed his lips slightly. He really hated this masochistic behavior to recall the memory.

“The third year we were together is 2003, when SARS broke out.” Seokjin smiled, “Maybe you were just over ten years old, right? At that time, it was lucky to be young. At least, the less you knew, the less panic you would be in.

That year, Jeon Jungkook wasn't the president Jeon yet. He was only at a medium sized electronic-tech company as a staff. When the SARS outbreak happened, a lot of areas in Seoul was quarantined, when people realized that hospitals were absolutely the last place on the earth to enter.

During that period of time, there were people dying everyday. The place was filled with patients and medical staff. The hospital completely restricted anyone outside from entering. Even the Minister of Public Health was infected and died after he made a visit.

And that time, I was at the hospital,” Seokjin said gently and calmly.

“My boss, his wife and his child were all get infected. He very kind and the one who looked after me was the first to go. I had to take care of his wife and daughter, so I accompanied them being cooped up in the hospital. In that moment, I've already thought of the content of my will in case someday I also got infected. I just hoped that Jungkook would not be sad, and forget about me. However, what I didn't expect that one night Jungkook secretly crossed the isolation belt and dragged me home.”

Seokjin said off and on, being afraid that he would be crushed by the memory that had been forcedly sealed, “That moment was very memorable as it was one the times when Jungkook got really angry, and the most scary. He raised his hand to hit me, but in the end he harshly slapped himself on the face. He just cried without speaking a word. I ask him, 'What's wrong with you. I didn't bully you'.

He said, 'what if something were to happen to you, how will I be able to continue living....'

In the end, that family still died. Yet I was fine. Afterwards, a lawyer came over and that's when I found out that the boss left his small company to me.” he smiled, “It is right the one Jeon Jungkook is running now.”

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