14.12.2021

"Taehyung, I think you should go to a therapist."

"But-but I don't want to". he wispred in tears, leaning against the muscules body. "We can have Sex, it's not a problem. You don't have to avoid sleeping with me. It's okay. I can stand it, I swear I will. And you don't have to hold my hands, I know they are icy."

"I don't fucking care about sex, Taehyung. Listen to me, if you don't go your going to die", Jungkook said honestly looking him in the eyes. 

"I'm so afraid Jeong-gug", Taehyung couldn't hold his feelings back anymore. "I know honey, I know", Jungkook tried to calm the boy down, "Your gonna be fine, okay? Please trust me."

He took the cold hands, he trembled, but didn't let go of them. "I'm always here for you."
"Why? I don't give you anything..." "Yes you do, you give me love. I just want you to feel yourself great. I think you should visit a clinic." He tried to warm up the 19-year old, but Taehyung's body was and remained ice cold.

Taehyung started whimpering. He didn't want to gain weight, that was his biggest fear.

"We will see", Taehyung said, "I will try it."

"Why don't your hands getting warmer honey?"

"I don't know.", he though about the question again, " Mabey it's because I'm already dead inside."