2 years ago,

Various storms had passed these days, yet a huge and veracious hurricane already disrupted his inner self. His heart drowns in the ocean of sorrow, through which he is unable to cope with the depth of pain. Even though there was a noiseless and peaceful environment in the hospital, there was a strong, crowded, and peaceless instability in his both heart and mind. Every single atom of his body was forcing him to surrender and cry his heart out.

Knowingly he cannot do anything, other than shedding tears, more drops drained his cheek. Some are already advertised and threatening to fall. The more he viewed the photo kept in his hand, the supplement he was occupied with guilt. A pang of guilt, to arrive late. It a pure reminisce, to not provide an adequate amount of medicine to his beloved mother. Misconduct of being a useless and worthless son.

“Mr Kim?”

The voice of the doctor brought him again in reality, and he wiped the tears with the back of his hand. As he stood up, the force was too much to handle, and his steps were very weak. With a dry throat, he asked the doctor to proceed further.
“Mr Kim, your mother has a timid hole in her heart. We are sure, that it would be treated with various operations.”

This sounded so relaxed to Taehyung, but the next words of the cardiologist stumble his strength and brought him near the path of sorrow at a more proximal distance.

“But we can only proceed after you pay the remaining amounts.”

“It's alright doctor, y—you start the operation. I will—arrange the required money anyhow.”

The person laid his hand on Taehyung's shoulder and nodded minutely.

Although he proposed his request, still he knew it was nearly impossible for him. To arrange such a huge amount in just a short period, was so difficult to pay. The amount he earns through that coffee shop is not sufficient. In addition, the rest of his savings were involved in buying his mother's required medicines. Plus, the place he was doing a part-time job, was not going well with business.

He fell with a loud sound. The pain was nothing when it got compared to the pain of his most precious family member.

“Eomma”
He cried.

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All the time he was just randomly roaming, and pushing his legs further on the path. His clothes were covered with numerous dust and had primitive wrinkles as well. The hair strands were dry and messy. As if they were never provided with oil or any shampoo material. Unpolished footwear and his tear-drained face were the answer to his great misery.
He had never been observed like this. Similarly, people around stared at him because of his unusual clothing and makeover.

With the heavy heart, it made it difficult for him to stamp ahead. Only he knew, about the pressure through which he was taking those heavy strides.

Meanwhile, Doctor Jungkook came across the same path with his beloved dog, Bam. He loved his pet and admired him to the greatest. Likewise Jungkook, his mate had a fit body to look at.
The raven head released the grip of the strap, as he sensed his phone vibrating in his pocket. Eventually, when Bam found himself to be free from his hold, he gazed at his owner having a conversation through a device he usually looks at most of the time.

Soon, he ran as fast as he could. Sticking out his tongue, he accelerated his steps.

“I need to find a donor Sohyun. You also keep searching—”
The moment Jungkook saw his dog unceasing his footfall so fast, astonishment enveloped his assay mark. His steady steps morphed into hastened ones.
He yelled his name in the air, cutting down all the atmospheric pressure, he quickened himself.

To his surprise, he found Bam wiggling his tail, and adjoining himself around a boy in his early 20s. Jungkook held himself on his knees, hyperventilating and pursuing to take a large amount of oxygen to inhale.

The boy was none other than Taehyung himself. He kneeled and patted the body of the dog with tenderness and warmth. He grinned, after such a long time, there was a smile plastered on his face.

The raven head kept gazing at him, and the moment he got sufficient air, he postured himself perpendicular to the ground. Taehyung seems so young and mature to him. Looking at the condition of his clothes, he concluded the boy was from a poor background as well. His eyes kept observing him until he got enough of the details for his purpose.

“You seem so young and naive. What's your name dear?”

Taehyung craned his neck, and Jungkook came into his sight. He was muscular, had numerous tattoos, and had a moistured face. Maybe he had been jogging for so long.

“Kim Taehyung this side. How about you?”

“Oh, myself Dr. Jeon Jungkook.”
He forwarded his hand, which Taehyung gladly accepted.

“Is he your pet?”
Jungkook nodded.

Over time, they both shared with me details, about their age, profession, colleetc. They had been chatting for a long time. As Jungkook got to know his age, he gave a quirked smile and grinned delightfully to himself. He again bombarded a question to Taehyung,

“By the way, what happened? You seem to be in some grief.”

His lips parted as if to say something, but he couldn't manage to form a coherent answer. He somewhere felt him invading his privacy. Whereas some cells of his body ordered him to vomit everything out. To escape the sorrow he was suffering through, to run away from the guilt he was carrying all the way along. After a long and sharp debate in his mind, he confessed.

“My eomma is in hospital, due to health problems. And I don't have much money for her o—operation.”
He sobbed more and more, he relaxed his face on his palm and cried as much as he could.

Jungkook sympathetically observed the man's situation and firmly placed his hand on the man's shoulder, as if to lend him the strength to pull himself together. Nevertheless, he was satisfied also. Because he's going to achieve very prosperous. Taehyung, a young man in need of money, Jungkook viewed the situation as a golden opportunity to pursue his goals. Shortly after, he took out a card from his back pocket and showed it to the vulnerable boy nearby.

“I can help you to arrange money.”

He brought the card near to Taehyung. As soon as he viewed the paper, his eyes widened within a few seconds. 
He couldn't believe what he read right now.

“Are you insane? You want me to donate my sperm?”
He screamed making the raven head cover his ears.

“Moreover, you are an IVF doctor?”
He nodded, and this made Taehyung more furious. Now he understood, why he sweetly asked Taehyung, and he questioned his age and physical features. All those interrogations made sense now.

“Don't you ever make me see your face doctor, or else, you will regret it.”

With an aggressive turn, he rolled down and hurled the paper to the ground, transforming his steady steps into furious ones. His nostrils flared and he stepped back, creating some distance from the doctor, allowing for a more comfortable interaction.
The final words to escape his lips were nothing but,

“Taehyung, I promise I'll pay you a great amount. Just donate already.”

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