I heard from one of your co-workers that your cousin sister had passed away due to cancer. I called you several times but you didn't pick my calls. So I decided to head over to your place. When I walked into your apartment, I was met with the sight of you hugging your knees and staring at the wall, tears leaking from your eyes. I felt my heart shatter. I hate seeing you cry. I hate seeing tears in your eyes. I hate seeing you hurt. I let you cry into my shoulder, every teardrop that fell from your eyes breaking me apart. Then as soon as it had started, you stopped crying. You looked down at me and intertwined our fingers, making my heart beat out of my chest. And you told me you were so thankful for my existence. I was shell-shocked in front of you. But when I reached my apartment, your words replayed in my head and I cried.

Because Jungkook, I don't know what I did to deserve such an angel like you.

And Jungkook found himself in the arms of his boyfriend, wetting his shirt with his teardrops as his hand gently rubbed Jungkook's head in a soothing way.

"It's okay. Let it out. I'm here." Jungkook heard his boyfriend's voice, so mellifluous and sweet, so calming and understanding.

And then Jungkook found himself breathing heavy, his head pounding in pain at the sudden rush of memories. He laid down and pulled the sheets over himself, hands shaking badly. Jungkook remembered his voice. He remembered that voice so well. The same voice that would give him comfort in his dreams, except it was real.