“I heard you cried, Soobin-ssi?” Man with cold voice spoke, breaking the silence. Everyone digging in their food looked up at the source of voice, Kim Namjoon but Seokjin's eyes were locked on his teacher Soobin who winced in his seat, uncomfortably. Seokjin suspects this must be disclosed by Jimin who was there to witness those Soobin’s tears.

“Yes, I did.” he didn’t take much of an effort to look up at that man and answer him, his eyes were affixed on the plate before him.

“Soobin-ssi, what I am hearing, you really cried?” Taehyung asked, his eyes drifting to his partner, raising his brow at him to ask question through countenance who ducked his head and hung his brows low. Taehyung saw the food in his spouse’s plate was untouched for Seokjin seemed to be eaten by something going in his brain.

Taehyung sipped on water, not liking to speak with food in the mouth, “I would not pry to your privacy, but since you are a guest here, besides you are such a poise man so I shall ask you if—”

Soobin cleared his throat, “No—you all in this mansion are so kind. I met my childhood friend after long time, we reminisced all old times, so I got a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.” now he looked into the eyes of all who were waiting for an answer.

Taehyung smiled subtly. “Well, then it’s okay. I thought it to be more of any problem.”

A loud sigh of relief was heard from oldest Kim. “You worried me Soobin, since I brought you here, I started to scold myself for not seeing after you.”

“Stop talking to me all of you, it’s getting me anxious.” mumbled Soobin in the lowest voice, skipping desert. 

“But, I heard you were out to meet Namjoon sir?” Seokjin asked. His eyes glancing at Namjoon who had some sort of tiny smile that was soft but uncannily bothering.

“Yes I was, but after that I ran into my childhood friend.” he hissed. “Stop worrying about me, my tears weren’t of sadness. Now excuse me. I need to be in my room. God I spoke now more than I did in years summed.” he stood and left. Seokjin watched him go. 

“But—” Jimin who wanted to ask something was interrupted.
    “You! why did you say to Namjoon sir about Soobin crying.” Seokjin whispered into Jimin’s ears after pulling towards him.

“He is Namjoon’s luggage. Let him take care, why we should bother.” to Seokjin’s sensitive attention, Jimin who always a warm creature looked cold now. 

“But he is our responsibility. He stays here, earns, breaks bread here, we must look after him. Didn’t you see, he looked so much of in discomfort when Namjoon sir asked him of his sudden emotional scene? He surely developed a distaste regarding it got discussed here. ”

“I didn’t know, I just wanted to help—I’ll be in my room now. ‘night.” He stood up, dragging the chair. Seokjin also watched him leave, giving him certain low feelings.

“My honey.” Taehyung caught his attention, smiling confusedly at him. “What were you and Jimin whispering of?” he asked. “Perhaps did you know anything about Soobin-ssi crying?”

They were alone at the dining table now, “Yes, I knew.” he nodded, Taehyung hummed wiping Seokjin’s stained lips with his thumb.

“What did you do?” Taehyung asked.  

Seokjin’s eyes were adhered on his Taehyung’s soft lips
     “huh?” he voiced.

“I asked for it—just for I know my kind spouse won’t sit silently after seeing a troubled being. You must have calmed him, helped him, didn’t you? So what did you do?”

He gulped, an unknown heft in him thundered as he recalled hugging to man who wasn’t his husband. “I couldn’t be much of any help, since he is a cold man, who spilled out an inner turmoil without his knowledge—so he refused any sort of help and denied to see any of us” he smiled, bringing Taehyung’s elegant fingers in his and curled his palm to place it on his supple cheek, missing the touch of his husband who’s very busy these days.

Taehyung saw him leaning on his hand and suddenly stranded his hand, drowning into thoughts again just like how he was the whole dinner time. He watched Seokjin being peculiar.

Older decided to leave him in his own thoughts, since he didn’t seemed to speak of what’s occupying his mind, so he stood and walked to the stairs for bedroom when he felt the pair of hands curling on his waist and soft head rested on his back. He smiled beautifully. “What’s the matter, hm?” he turned around inside the arms and pecked his lover’s lips.  “You were disturbed dear the whole time, you looked so worryingly white when you came to see the new hotel project location, today.” he remembered how small things around flinched him and his eyes never focused on anything, ignoring the location chose by Taehyung. Biting of the nails and trembling of hands. He walked to him for an answer of this sudden peculiar state but Seokjin told him he was fine.

“Did you see a ghost?” Taehyung chuckled as he asked. He called Seokjin to the location for he brings most of lucks for Taehyung.

Seokjin smiled in disagree, “I just had a nightmare in the early morning. That’s it. Besides I feel mess when you aren’t around. I don’t see you, I sleep in cold bed. I miss you so much.” his hands around older’s waist retreated.

Taehyung’s long finger traveled under younger’s chin and raised his head to have those eyes on him. “I promise, I will give you all my time once I free myself from this foundation of hotel, I won’t ever leave you with rude cold.” he gathered wincing Seokjin in his strong arm and kissed his cheek but other was in his own thoughts. This perturbed his husband most. He couldn’t read or make out what’s drifting Seokjin into his own thoughts and drains his pinkish color, leaving him shuddering.

“I need to know Seokjin-ah, did something happened to you?” he now had to speak with stern voice.

“No, I am feeling illness from inside just a little bit.” he didn't lie.

“Lets go to room and let me tuck you in the bed, though I was dedicated to make love to you tonight,” he sighed,  “but I can see you are not well now so...”

“No don’t drop it!” Jin cried, hanging on Taehyung’s collar through the tight clutch, “Make love to me, please!” he was flustered red. The voice rung in an empty room. Taehyung stared at him in surprise, flustered and vex. The idea of love making and Seokjin was never an audacious mouth for it, he was very reserved, shy but today this was an anxious loud emit and Taehyung was growing worried for this unexpected phase of his Seokjin.

“I take back my words—I shouldn’t make love to my partner who is not well. I feel you should rest.”

“I have certain thoughts that makes my mind filled with illness, you have to make me stop thinking. I need you to make love to me or I will run away.” he begged whispered. Tae’s eyes snapped.

“What are you thinking?” His arm around him tightened, his voice strict.

Seokjin shook his head and walked out of hold of his husband, ascending the stairs for his room. “I will tell you but not now.” he spoke timidly, without looking back at his husband who followed him to their room.

Taehyung came to think of this it as the another episode of worry of not having baby yet. He’s sure. Seokjin has an enthusiasm for being pregnant and so does he. But, little by little it takes a piece of him when even after bedding him for almost five months, they haven’t been blessed by it yet.

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They did make love. Seokjin wanted to it in untamed way. Taehyung was disquieted by it and yet took him the way he wanted.

“Taetae, I understand you are busy but you will be here every night, like this, right?” Taehyung gathered him in the duvet, their clotheless body connecting warmly in cold night. He turned his head to the soft voice and saw the glittering eyes of Seokjin, considering it finally he made him stopped thinking that took away inner peace of Seokjin.

“I would love to.” Seokjin’s hopeful eyes fell. “But didn’t you see today, how long it takes to travel there. I can’t afford to ride back and forth, everyday.” he felt Seokjin drifting slowly out of duvet so he held him more tighter. “I will try to visit here—honey it’s just a matter of little time, hold on and I’ll make it up in the most responsible way. I’ll never leave you even for a second, I swear. I’ll give you all love I have in me. Just handle this short time. And tell me did you stop thinking?”

“I think so.” he mumbled and closed his eyes. “Taetae, I have really bitter feelings inside right now.” his eyes didn’t move, didn’t flutter his long lashes as he has habit of.

“What’s bringing you bitter feelings, darling? Don’t you want to talk about it?” He stared at him.

Seokjin exhaled, “I can’t say.” he whispered pitily. Taehyung was turning more restless, though he had a headache amounts of work keeping him away from seokjin, still he can’t put his wife out of his time and ignore it as any trivial matter. Seokjin is love of his life and there shouldn’t be any sadness revolving around him.

Seokjin turned his head when the airy silence was given from Taehyung and felt his affection hurting by seeing Taehyung worried for him utterly. His face dimly smiled apologetically and kissed his lips, brushing his hairs.

‘What I am doing?
    I and the feelings inside me are truly haunting my feeble soul that has been over pampered by my husband, but I shouldn’t seek help from him who himself is cramped in the work. Though my other half is the one I must ask help from but will he believe me if I speak of my oppressing situation and what is causing disorder in me. Should I?—I don’t know.’

“You are more stronger than you think.” Taehyung whispered against his engorged lips as he massaged his dainty waist. “You are more than just beautiful appearance, you are brave, kind, polite and loveful. You can solve anything if you possess kindness and conscience.”

‘My Taetae, if you believe in me, then I believe in myself too. I think I should solve this disturbing wave crashing in my serene life by myself.’

“But if you need me then just speak of it, I will leave everything to be there for you, I will listen to you, I won’t judge you, question you.”

Seokjin smiled as love bloomed more. “I think I will be fine, I am thinking too much of it and making it more severe than it seems. You trusting me is all I need.” Older rested his head against Seokjin’s.

“Are you sure? You can speak to me or you should to your parents If they can help.”

“I shall be fine.” Taehyung didn’t push him more, he respects his spouse’s privacy.

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“Seokjin-ah, why did you lie?” Jimin grabbed a chair from the corner and sat beside his brother-in-law, who was into a book—they were in library. Jimin got a silence for awhile.

“Don’t you ignore me!” he abducted the book from Seokjin’s hold and held his wrist.

Seokjin blinked his eyes at him and smirked, not whimsical or mocking but a soft one. “Do you feel frustrated? Even I felt the same when you spoke so coldly to me yester evening. You were so distant from me for few days.” he puckered his lips and fluttered his thick lashes. “If you were upset of me then speak of it, why were you so rude? It hurt me.”

“I apologize okay!” he rubbed the thumb on his wrist and leaned forward—trying hard to display cold eyes.

“What did I lie about, Jimin-ah?”

Jimin cleared his throat and sucked his lower lip in. “About not seeing, Soobin-ssi after he ran inside his room for mental breakdown he suffered. You know what you did. You went inside his room.” 

“You listened to mine and Taetae’s converse at the dining table? You were retired at that time, right?” 

Seokjin flustered at the recall of how he vocaled his urge to be bedded by his husband and cried for it. He whipped his head to the window and so Jimin mirrored his flusteredness and swiftly answered. “You and Taehyung began your converse before I could finish the stairs. I didn’t mean to listen it, I am sorry.”

He smiled to him as he raked Jimin’s soft honey colored hairs, earning his eyes. “I didn’t lie to my husband, I just hid it from him.”
      Jimin scoffed and refused the calm touch on his hairs. “Does it make any difference?
    “It does. I hid it because he wouldn’t have like it.”
    “If you knew better, then why didn’t you kept yourself from hugging him  than hiding it from your lovely husband. You are afraid, aren’t you?”
     Seokjin felt bitterness in him deepening the more this converse went ahead. He kept his eyes from widening when he realized that Jimin knew about hug. “What I am scared of Jimin-ah?”
    “You are scared of your husband who is reserved and can be occasionaly very possessive—might take a heavy effort in forgiving you.” Seokjin smiled sadly as the pink glow of him slowly drained. Making Jimin worry. “Seokjin-ah, don’t worry, I won’t say a word to hyung.”
    “Jimin, there’s something more to worry about than this. That hug was an abrupt urge to make his cry stop. I could have come up with other idea but I did it so sudden before I could process.”

“I know, but that hug shouldn’t be justified to me, I am not judging you.” 

“Then why you turned cold?”

“I was judging myself for judging on that hug. But what’s the other thing worrying you than that hug?”

Seokjin’s lips subtly tremored, the book’s disturbed by a restless hand,  not going unnoticed by Jimin. “I uh—I don’t know how to say. Please you shall not force me to speak of it—that’s something I can’t come to word it out.” he winced as he desperately spoke.

“You talked it about to Taehyung about your worries?”

“No.”

“Then I shouldn’t pry your privacy if your husband didn’t dared to. You can confide it to yourself.” Jimin, placed a small ghostly kiss on Seokjin’s forehead who closed his eyes and leaned up to get one properly, feeling softness in his soul after all distress thoughts.

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Present.

“Jimin-ah, you were to pretend about that hug as if it was never seen by you and you never saw it in doubtful way but then you disturb Seokjin in his solitude in the library and asked him about it—why did you speak of it when it was suppose to be a chaste act?” Jungkook asked Jimin who was trying hard not to paint outside of lines as after so many days he held the brush, while talking about hard past that never fails to make his hands shake.

“I didn’t speak of it as I promised myself to but, for a whole week I saw Seokjin had his peace haunted by something. I saw it, as I stayed with him more than his busy husband. He was taken by his thoughts more than the mirth he was embraced by. I wanted his pretty smile to be back. So, when he hid that hug from Taehyung and acted all peculiar begging his spouse to bed him and cried.” he fake coughed, trying to speak of that matter between coughs, flusteredly. “I thought it to be his guilty conscience for hugging a man who isn’t his husband. I believed, it disturbed his rationality for giving a hug in an urge to calm the cry of Soobin.

So, I went to him if he could share it with me and if he does then I would assure him that it was okay to hug him if it was purely meant to stop his trouble—hug is something very normal between friends, family so I had it to say him that don’t let this hug perturb his pretty calm head. Seokjin was a very dedicated man in his marriage—that is what it seemed then—so I thought his pretendance facade pureness is feeling bitter for himself. So I opened my mouth for that. Nothing else.” Jungkook nodded.

“He left you without telling you anything of what took away his serene? ” Jungkook asked, Jimin shook his head.

“Neither me nor his husband Taehyung.”