Beautiful flowing streams gurgurling in pureness and liveliness-freezes or dries.

Everything that is an interest of peace, goodness, content gets taken away by this cruel entity called time-it's both the hero and villain too.
Recalling a small story-a man with curiosity once asked god disguise in human-"Oh by through your senior and profound intelligence tell me, tell something that brings me happiness and sense of misery both at the same time." The man of intelligence but in his modest self smiled and said "This time shall to pass soon." He calmly kept his good answer to the apparently a tricky question which looked to him even smaller than tickle to his brain. The man of curiosity had surprised eyes but smiled in his sweet defeat. He nodded as in fascination and admiration too for the answer was a great companion to his question.

This time shall too pass soon-

When you gaze at the candle been burning bright, providing you warmth and you realize this warm time shall pass and candle will melt followed by haunts of chilly dark, it gives you a sense of misery. But then you'd realize that even that time shall pass soon and darkness will be defeated by rise of sun. The work of time is an attribute to mystery.

Time passes irreproachably, that Jungkook wants to stop, but oh to his poor mere kind.

He had his time when someone lit a glittery candle in his abandoned manor. He had a time when his lips would humm a mirthful melody emitting straight out of the heart. But the time passed, leaving the memories and ablazing yearn in his heart. His self turned back to the eerie cold haunted house that had ghosts of bereaving dancing in those empty halls. His heart forgot to sing anymore. Everything felt like a stream that stopped flowing and a flowless stream turns stale, becomes a muddy water.

In amongst of his muddy water, there was a reminder of lotus that bloomed in his life which got him all chaotic in his inside-to meet him, hold him, kiss him and write poems for his beauty, falling in love more.

He conquered the territory of that cottage like a burglar, injuring his arms by the shards of glasses fit on walls for safety. He pass through the garden where that tree stood. Fillial it was for him, he spat curses very well pretending that the tree is taking it all anger like a human. He punched the trunk as if it would yell out in pain. Jungkook's already bruised knuckles throbbed more in pain for his stupidious acts out of his angry mind. He swore if this was to be a human, he would have stabbed him happy. "Son of bitch." he glared and pass walked it. If anybody saw Jeon holding grudge against a tree, he would be on judge of mentally ill man.

Anyways Jungkook knew his angel would be here, in his mother's lovely cozy cottage. A two story build that looked so warm, where you could imagine a family eating together with hearty chats and laughs.

He didn't care to knock, just kicked the wooden door open. Thud! He walked in and encountered another big bitterness. His desperate eyes turning into fiery. It was Seokjin's uncle, who stood with horror after springing from the sofa, newspaper once in his hand, flying away.

Judging Jeon's looks, uncle could never understand if this man holds any spite against him or he happens to be that way to everyone but Seokjin. He asked this to himself for the scary face Jungkook showed and teeth he bares or if this man is breed of any wild wolf. Whatever it was, uncle turned sangfroid-heedful around him.

"What are you doing here, Jungkook?" he asked in calmest tone because he didn't want to show that he is bit of unsettled by dark eyes studded on Jungkook's face and theatric sudden appearance of him who was once in time the most awaited person.

"Where is he?" Jungkook didn't care uncle's silly question, ignoring it.

Seokjin's uncle sighed and picked up those scattered papers. "I'm afraid he doesn't want to see you anymore. He even denied me to reach to you at your house, but ignoring him I came for you to your house only to see you were never there. Mr Jeon Where were you all these days?" uncle had a faint scowl but lost it and breathed out, just staring at that poor man as all of his limbs numbed down any mettle to push this tattooed man or least beg him to go away and never show his face, as he wasn't needed here for any reason now. He couldn't refuse this man, not when he saw now a hint of hurt on that once a scary demeanor. His sort of gang-leader like posture stumbling.

"He is upstairs." Jungkook answered to himself and walked for it, not letting the words of uncle let him halt. But before he climbs the staircase, he paused, turning around and sticking out his index finger straight pointing at uncle.

Jungkook ignored every words of uncle, taking his way up, despite that old man baffled, yelling his name out.

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"Don't let him in!"

Jungkook faintly heard a cry from the room above, weak voice that was mere a touch away from breadown. He is familiar with this voice, the drop of honey after bitter medicine. His Seokjin was alerted by presense of him through that uncle calling out his name.

Someone tried to close the door right on Jungkook's face but he was much more stronger and flew the door open effortlessly, nearly hitting stranger's nose. Jungkook flared his nose at that unfamiliar person, who was male and wore uniform like some sort of nurse, but still it took away all cool from Jeon as he seeing him in room alone with Seokjin. Jungkook slowly paced towards that guy who was trembling with the check up pad in his shaking hands and before getting caged by this wolf man, he slipped out from corner, running away.

Letting his anger to die down and unleashed all tethers keeping his love into the deepest cores, to flow out. Jungkook's shivering eyes once hard now turned soft like any boy from orphanage have. He gazed Seokjin from head to toe who was sitting in his distress on bed-his heart thundered. Is he bed ridden?
His heart roared out in pain inside and beated in love altogether creating a disorder in his system.

He wide eyed, shone by those unshed tears and his hands trembled like no power in it left, trickling down few drops of blood from his ripped open knuckles on the floor.

What a sight in front of him was nothing but line made of thin thread between a heartbreak and long lost love found. Seokjin's chubby cheeks were sunken, his rosy glow now ghostly white. The shadow under his eyes displayed the sleepless soul in the lonely nights, his face looked like a suffering widow from heavy grief. His eyes that were jars of shining fireflies, now dead without light-just tears flowing out with droplets hanging on his long lashes.

But this couldn't keep Jungkook from saying that Seokjin was most beautiful man he ever saw. This all dismay yet it couldn't take that asset away.

"How much more pain you've come to give?" Seokjin's voice wavered down as it was preparing for a loud cry, holler "Why are you here!" Seokjin's loud cryful yell and his voice turned hoarse, tired, weak and yet he cried on top of his lungs.

Everything in Seokjin burned like a hut made of hay caught on fire. Reason for the weak condition he was already in but now it all felt like mere tickle in front of his great weeping heart. His dead eyes now burning in rage. As Seokjin saw the man he dearly loved, it felt as if his wounded shattered heart, stitched to keep the pieces on place was busted open.

"Seokjin, honey listen to me-" Jeon's was in state of vulnerability. It looked as if he was stripped down from all of his old dominant frame now turned tremoring with knees shuddering like a homeless freezing man.

"I don't wanna listen any lies from you, anymore!" Seokjin vigorously shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy, he caught his head between his palms and closed his ears for sudden rush of emotions. "I made that mistake of listening to you once, now my heart hurts, it hurts like hell, J-Jungkook." he hiccupped, slurping on tears. "Get out, before I die because of you than the disease in me. Don't give me more pain~" his eyes shut down, squeezing some more tears out, few glittering between his thick lashes. Jungkook's face distorted, his body twisted, he flinched at the mention of death.

"Seokjin look at me." he feared, didn't step any closer for feeling his legs frozen. He was filled with hate and bitterness for himself when Seokjin refused to look at him, and his face hid in forearm, crying. There Jungkook felt like gruesome beast, an ugly person, a man who would break all mirrors in the world. He had seen people giving him disgusting stares or refuting to meet his eyes at all, like he was no human and it raged him, but not such extent like he feels now where he could feel going crazy.

"I didn't mean to leave you, never a part of me ever heeded to leave you, I only have you to love, baby. When I left you, the torture I felt-only I'm familiar with it-how deadly it was. Like any deathless death." He cried on every words, louder and bold for the chance he found to speak himself. He lost as much tears Seokjin sheded, mirroring him.

Seokjin's eyes slowly opened, his small face hidden in his own forearm, wetting the sleeves; now lifted it and looked at Jungkook with same amount anger alive yet, his hands fisting the bedsheet below. The blanket covering him was ruffled from his fits thrown.

Jungkook feared and wanted to disappear back for a moment when Seokjin's restless hands were trembling, scared for he might break the needles pierced in his hand or he might wreck his own health in this state.

"Five months!" Seokjin breathed out, his face red, "you left me for five months! I was troubled in thoughts for if you are alright, are you doing good, are you eating well, did you missed me like I missed you. It killed me every minute, thinking you left me and threw our love away. I called you million times but you never cared to pick up even once. Did you ever worried for me, if I am alive, fighting the disease with spirit or preparing to die? Did you!?

Or the old Jeon Jungkook was back at it again giving the betrayal to the ones that cared for you. You are good at it, aren't you? Like how you did to your parents and your brother!" he panted, his chest heaving for words he shot.

Every words stabbed Jungkook and twisted the blade deeper into flesh. His mouth was sealed, his knees fell on floor like a whole sky came on his shoulder. His eyes were guiltily staring at floor.

Seokjin was never a man of harsh mouth, no matter if the opposite one was hurtful. He wasn't good at providing them the same forced hit that he received. After he spoke his heart and mind, all came to senses. His eyes softened. Seokjin's anger blocked all physical pain but soon he realized that his eyes stings, his lungs burning, his throat throbbing and his heart is beating in pain but then crying in soothe too for his freezing sight caught the warmth of his lover back.

Letting all anger dissolve to take firm breaths as he felt his lungs detonated. His eyes turned dim as he longingly stared at Jungkook even though he was right in front of him who looked like any poor motherless child would, punished on knees. His head hanging low with tears raining to the floor.

Seokjin faintly gasped, his eyes shimmering in tears, empathy-but not kind of any neighbor listeners or of good friends but one with connected silver strings. Even his love pour out while regretted on his words as he saw Jungkook wiping his running nose through back of his injured bloody palm, smearing some blood around. Seokjin's head tilted as his heart melted and overtook the urge inside him to take this tall man who's apparently now tiny; in his arms.

He saw a stripe of dried blood on corner of Jungkook's quivering lips, small fresh and fading scars littered on his beautiful tamed face, his long hairs ruffled, hiding a small bust of bloody wound on his forehead. His clothes ripped from places that had damp patches of blood like he was attacked with sharp object. His knuckles injured with blood running down of his leather jacket sleeves depositing on his fist. He looked thrashed mess, his doe eyes were baggy, red rimmed. He looked more miserable than Seokjin.

Seokjin's turned puppy eyed, his old self coming back. His anger flew away like a bird in storm. He bit his lower lip from breathing out a soft cry as he saw Jungkook's scrape knees through torn jeans but still he weighed himself down on them, it must be so painful. He didn't budge, he kept his hurt knees on floor like a criminal having a chaos of repent within. He stumbled, got dizzied in lack of energy and hissed at the wounds that didn't hurt much more, or maybe it hurt but not as much as his heart stinging for love.

Seokjin gulped down to remove any expected crying tone from his voice "Come here." he said in gentlest tone. His voice being like a breeze of comfort.

Jungkook who was staring at the floor, twitched his brows and looked up to see now calm Seokjin sitting on bed like an angel calling him for a sweet lullaby. He tottered on his feet as he stood from stinging knees and walked to the source of love, comfort.

Seokjin patted the bed and waited for Jungkook to sit who stood little far from bed like he didn't deserved world. Seokjin stretched a bit forward and wrapped his feeble fingers around bloodied wrist, feeling liquid smeared on his fingers too but not caring any of it, he gently pulled him to sit. Jungkook felt warmth traveling in his whole body, it felt like healing.

Staring at his first love Jungkook, it feels like withering flower founds it bloom again. Like a chilly dark woods were invaded by happy camps. He couldn't take of his eyes that were glassy the whole time. His vision had weakened in time for strong medicines he gulped. Before his sight couldn't catch much of his love but as Jungkook is right in front of him now, everything clearly blacked out and only his kookie glowed like crystal.

Seokjin held up his hand and carefully combed the disheavled hairs. The softness of Seokjin's hand and Jungkook started to feel like a human of emotions again. Seokjin carefully stuck out the hairs that were glued on skin through dried blood that made Jeon hiss out in sting. Seokjin apologized and carefully caressed the cheek trying to soothe pain. Their eyes never shifted from each other's, stayed there bkinklessly.

"Who did this to you, hm?" Seokjin's voice sounded like loveful brother, a father, a friend, a mother, lover, a wife and soulmate, that had older to stiffle a long cry, he held those tears just like Seokjin kept his tears on bay. Seokjin half stood from bed, with his frail legs in which Jungkook sighed in relief for seeing that his beloved isn't bed ridden.

Seokjin grabbed an aid box from near drawer, held up some medicinal gels, gently dabbing the cotton ball in an antiseptic liquid, bringing it to Jungkook's forehead and his another hand that was IV injected with glucose receiving made Jungkook flinch in worry "Jinnie, I'll do it-"

"shh" he wiped the hairs and treated wounds. "It's gonna hurt little." he warned but blew hot air from his mouth when he cleaned all wounds to lessen the burns. He would steal glances from Jungkook to check if he might wince in pain. Well, nothing hurts l Jungkook anymore, everything felt as beautiful as being to be loved again. He kept his large hand on Seokjin's cheek and rubbed it, feeling softness and to feel some hot tears on above his fingers as Seokjin released another pairs of pearls.

It churned his insides. "Forgive me, jinnie, my love. I hurt you, but help me heal my paining heart! Forgive this bastard." he desperately begged him as his voice came back.

"Kookie." Seokjin smiled and leaned closer kissed the cheek of older. He smelled metallic, but had calming natural scent too that Seokjin used to snuggle in. Jungkook had a reason, must be he in his own big troubles that led him to such deep injuries.

Jungkook was man of strong aura, manly posture, wrapped in expensive suits and riding limousines and other expensive cars, riding beastly bikes, a walking image of the dominance but now all he saw was a boy asking for few drops of love and care. He looked like child, how exactly a loveless child grows up to be-Jungkook was an image of that, it made Seokjin to show how much he matters in his life.

Jungkook took his hand and kissed it, being overwhelmed with endearment given by the love of his life and a warm kiss on his bruised cheek.

Seokjin kept himself a little back from babying this man and said, "I'm not pitying you." he was known to how Jungkook hates any pitiful actions so he cleared it out. He gently removed his hand from older's cheek but Jungkook desperately kept it back to the place as it radiated essence of love, home.

"Don't pity me. Loathe me." he said in self hate. Seokjin shook his head and let his all love filled in him started to pour out again. He caressed all visible skin of Jungkook, smiling at him, taking his hairs to feel that he is real, not any dream. He missed seeing his Jeon, touching him and adoring him.

He continued treating those wounds, taken over in his all body causing him to undress his leather jacket and shirt and laid his strained back behind the headboard of bed. Seokjin clicked his tongue as he saw the lashed marks, blue black patches with, ripped skin, fortunately not shallow, over his back, on his toned wide chest too.

"What got you into this?" beauty asked. Jungkook who was stuck in a small lovely world while staring at him, woke up, his lips sucked in thin line. "Is it all from the secret you kept?" Jin asked, looking at him, then cleaning wounds. "I once told you about opening it to me whenever you are willing to, but now I want to hear it from you." Seokjin sternly said. He was adamant to either hear it from him or then turning cold to this man.

"Tell me-and if you don't want to, then just take shower, I have some of your clothes, wear them, have some food and leave." He had a strict voice but a subtle beg too. He didn't wanted another episode of be left in crippling emotional, physical, mental distress and when getting used to that, suddenly this man appears to wake all it up again. Seokjin is too tired and probably left with too little time to endure it.

"I won't keep it from you. I'll tell you." Jungkook declared. "But first, why do you have my clothes?" He asked with his eyes in curious.

Seokjin flushed, his eyes hiding, he threw away all dirtied cotton in steel tray on table, rechecked if all wounds are cleaned up and then laid his head on Jeon's shoulder, snuggling like any love deprived, his action very contradicting to what he wanted to be and show, a cold and stern side of him but it was as hard as keeping ice solid in room temperature, when Jungkook was all of a bunny teeth, good warm body and huge eyes.

"I stole your clothes on one of the night I stayed with you. It smells like you. I missed you and so these helped me." he smiled shyly. Jungkook felt the lips stretched at his chest, getting him shivered. Seokjin heard chuckled vibrating, so he glared at older pushing him away resulting to stumble a bit back for Jeon was a stud. "Hey, that's not the point. Now tell me!" he demanded again.

Jungkook didn't opened his mouth as he felt a guilt for leaving this innocent man in yearn of love from someone unworthy like Jeon who has his life living like a criminal on run. He felt worthy for first time from getting pure love but at the same time he hated himself from not being capable to give it back. And to break this beautiful person who was in days of first love felt more wrong in all levels.

He took Seokjin's fragile face in his hand and pulled gently in innocent kiss. Seokjin was stunned, elated, cryful, raptured. His tears fell on Jeon's cheek and their tears mixed.

"I love you Seokjin. God, I love so much." he hissed against plump lips and went for another one, he missed this softness of lips, the mixture of their breath. Seokjin held Jungkook's neck and leaned down a bit, tilting his head to latch close to even let a small ray of light pass between them while carefully kissing him, using his tongue to taste the metallic wound near lips remaining supple to not cause him hurt. He held Jungkook's nape and deepened the kiss more-releasing singles that he needed this, clashing his body, clinging his body on Jeon's large one trying to melt them together. Jungkook held him by small waist and pulled him in lap to glue themselves.

Seokjin's eyes got heavy and his face turned white even though he felt himself getting blood rushed by heat kiss-a thought crashed in his once bewitched mind, bringing him back to an unwilling reality. He wavered between the kiss, causing it to break and fell in Jungkook's arms, holding him tightly.

"Kook~" Seokjin let out a long cry, giving a sense of panic in Jungkook who peeled Seokjin out from his chest and scanned his body with his terrified eyes.

"W-what happened jinnie?"

"Don't love me, no more. I have no time!" cried Seokjin, trying to get out of his embrace yet having another mind and sticking close to him. Jungkook took his trembling in arms rocking him and peppering kisses on his supple wet cheeks.

"There's nothing like that, Seokjin. You are still in good health. You'll defeat this disease. You're more stronger than you think. See you are doing more better than I expected." He smiled proudly, but it died away when Seokjin pushed him, breaking the hug, and clawing Jungkook's shoulders who felt a finger dug on his small scratch. Giving him an inward hiss.

"Look out of the window. At the tree!" he wailed.

Jungkook gave him a stare later walking a bit close looked out to the window where he could see the tree, his eyes furious when saw how poor that tree looked with countable leaves scattered on the branches. His eyes turned wide, he whipped his head behind to see Seokjin.

"Why did you come late?" Seokjin balled out. His face hidden in palms.

"You're still on it, talking about that idiotic tree nonsenses!" Jungkook angered out bang closing the doors, letting the darkness surround, but in a second he wanted to eat his words back when Seokjin lifted his face, his eyes more turned down for words Jungkook threw.

"Don't talk like them, Jungkook. I thought you understand me!" Seokjin breathed out, brushing his hairs from forehead angrily. Jungkook landed back on his bed and cupped Seokjin's cheek-wiping the tears by kissing them.

"Forgive me, baby. Why are speaking of this! Your cancer is curable and you have so many years to live. You're full of dreams. Don't be like that."

"You, you weren't here Jungkook! Didn't I tell you, as long as you keep me in your arms, I'm not dying." his face fell between hands of Jungkook. His eyes wandering on his lap, "my soul connected to yours the moment you saved me. But, then you drift away, living me aimless, without you I am back here."

Jungkook clicked his tongue and lifted his face who protested but strong hands had their way, forcing him to see his face and have an eye contact. "I'm back." he smiled in false cheer. "Here I am-your soulmate, your lover! so let's not talk about going away, alright?"

Seokjin cupped Jungkook's hands and stared in faith. "This pertains on you too. Do you promise me, you'll never leave me again? Do you?" he had two face-one of desire and one of a doubt as well, as he saw Jungkook's jolting out of his confidence's skin,

"If you promise to stay then I would do my best to be a strong spirit in taking the medicines, any operations, all troubles. I'll happily get through it." he smiled wide, wider, his teeth on display even when seeing the a distasted drop in Jungkook's demeanor.

"I can see on your face Jungkook," Jin's acting smile fall, his blinked many times, habitant to push out if any tears, "you aren't meant to lean. Are you?" he jerked away Jungkook's hands and weakly punched his chest,

"If I am right-then why are you here? And when are you leaving? maybe when I'll be sleeping, or on deathbed? Speak of it, so I can prepare myself and don't lose myself like before only to get nothing in the end!" Jeon's body was stranded in heavy rain of but sadness-and that was too frustrating, blood boiling for younger. Seokjin wanted to wipe that off and squeeze him, better beat him to bring something that can soothe the disorder in him. The sealed lips were burns on Seokjin's nerves.

Still getting the stitch lips and conceal of eyes, Seokjin sighed out, scratching his brow. "Take a bath, I'll bring you something to eat. Rest for awhile then set off wherever you want to." he coldly spoke, swaying his hand, while pulling out the IV tube out from his back of palm.

Jungkook panicked and clutched his hand. "What are you doing, Seokjin!? It will hurt you."

"You don't say." Seokjin glared, pulling his hand out. "The glucose bottle is now empty. Now go for bathroom." he slowly stood and walked down with his ai-ni, on seeing that, Jungkook recalled some of the memories where they were free.

Leaving Jungkook in an unfamiliar but calm scented room, he name the smell to be like Seokjin's, adding more flavors of the flowers from the garden below. He couldn't help but bring Seokjin's pillow and sniff it, taking the sweet scent and wetting it from the pair of tears.

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Seokjin brought the fresh pair of Jungkook'ss clothes out of his closet. He knocked on the bathroom's door, "Jungkook, take your clothes." following the door opened, revealing oh well! an unexceptionally, effortless handsome man, with fresh scent stirring out and his long drenched hairs hanging in air and bit stuck on face as leaned out, tilting his head a bit to get himself the clothes.

He noticed a flustered Jin. "I see, I am not doing good on Kim Seokjin's poor innocence." he teased, taking the clothes-fingers unnecessarily brushing on his wrists, staning it with foam. Seokjin winced.

"But it's not like you haven't seen me naked, regarding of it's been a long time so might get any changes. Can you check on and tell me." he smugly spoke.

Kim Seokjin rolled his eyes at this shameless brat but then stared at him back, with Jungkook totally loving the rush of blood on his face and ears, "Don't scrub on the wounds, can you bathe yourself properly or should I..." seokjin bit his lower lip, causing Jungkook to smirk and caught his wrist tightly.

"Or what Jinnie?"

Seokjin leaned forward with mischief, "Or should I, uh-call Park Jimin! my nurse?" he laughed at the sudden sour face of Jungkook and released his wrist.

"Don't tell me Seokjin, he bathes you!"

Seokjin smiled wide and shook his head at the jealousy peeking out in those eyes. "Nurses are suppose to take care of patients, besides he is gentle and nice guy just doing his job." he pulled more pisser out of the Jeon.

"What!?-he surely must've enjoyed the view." he scoffed in anger. Seokjin wanted to pinch those cheeks puffing but certainly couldn't for he wanted to remain cold and hard hearted till Jungkook speaks of what brought him to run away. Well seokjin was trying hard to be a hard shell, but slipping at few places where his love glycerined.

Seokjin packed back his cute cheeky smile, quite enjoying the jealousy and stared at him blankly, "I am not bed ridden yet. Don't think much of it. I can still bathe myself." he turned his back to him and walked away leaving Jungkook in relief.

Jungkook was seating on Seokjin's bed, sprawled, his back resting and releasing all the tense and stiff muscles, feeling the soft mattress left him moaning in feeling good.

Seokjin walked in with his oxygen bag and Jimin, that nurse guy carrying the plate of food. Looking at that cute guy with timid eyes. Jungkook gave him a fiery stare getting nurse shaking under skin, thinking of what wrong did he ever do to this unfamilair man who's giving all red eyes to him.

"Jungkook stop staring at him that way, you're scaring him." Seokjin spoke, gripping Jimin who was hiding behind jin's broad shoulders and looping his free hand around nurse's coy shoulders, "Jungkook, here meet my cousin Jimin who's nurse as you can see."

Jeon's eyes turned cool at mention of cousin. "Oh." well now not in my concern anymore.

"Min, say hello to Jungkook." said names greeted each other is very less warm way. Jimin left food on the side of the table and turned around to leave.

But before walking out, he leaned and whispered into Seokjin's ears "What an asshole but must say he's freaking handsome~" and left the giggling Seokjin.

"What did he say?" asked older, seeing Seokjin's smile now turning a blank face again. "He said nothing of your business, here, have your food." he didn't let his eyes meet Jungkook's as he was about to leave, he heard a push on food plate.

"I am not eating."

Seokjin turned on his feet and crossed his arms. "Have it or leave." he dead panned.

Jungkook raised his brow and mirrored his lover, crossing his arms too, "Neither." he dead panned too.

Seokjin humphed and groaned, walking little closer. "Why aren't you eating? have you seen yourself. You look like starving. Fill your stomach. You need to be an energetic hooligan." he nodded his head and pushed the plate in Jungkook's hands.

"Hooligan?! Do I look like one?" Jungkook pointed a finger at himself.

"Recalling your image this evening. Yup, you look like one."

"But I am not."

"Who knows, you aren't telling me." Seokjin shrugged his shoulder. Jeon stopped the bicker. This doll face was turning feisty.

"Feed me." Jungkook saw the hint of fluster in seokjin, his firm posture melting. Turning his heels to leave so Jungkook sprung on his feet and caught younger by waist, surprised at the drop in Jin's weight while lifting him from back with his other free hand taking the ai-ni-marching to the bed.

"Jungkook let go of me!"

"No, let's have food together-"

"I already had mine."

"Have food with me or I'm eating you!" Seokjin gasped and hit Jungkook's shoulder with his cat's paw like fists.

"You pervert!"

Well, recalling a design where Seokjin always gets tamed after Jungkook turns shameless-older used that seeing it working. Seokjin was staring at Jungkook eating his food through his hands. Jungkook felt the home, the taste melted him, when he was fed those loving hands.

But the thing he couldn't digest is, Jin's blank cold gazes and no talking, it felt like the connection between them is slowly degenerating.

"Give my hello to your ai-ni. He must've missed me." Jungkook joked trying to bring some lightness between them. But Seokjin was feeding him like an upset wife, with deliberately clattering the utensils.

"He won't take your hello."

"Yeah practically he can't. It's a non-living thing afterall, ain't it?" he chuckled foolishly.

"No, he's upset with you too." Jungkook hummingly sighed at the cold cuteness. He knows what has caused him to get such upset. It's not that he doesn't to be unveil his reason of disappearing, for him that secret is as unavoidable as the sky above.

It's just that he's just finding a way of how to speak of it.

This light bickering, naughty talks, this all small lovely mischiefs and actions are nothing but a cave to hide himself from the hunting by the truth that once he'll start speaking something of seriousness, Seokjin will find his way back to mention about his death, which is a very sharp arrow stabbing Jeon when seeing this young man with bright eyes awaiting for death. And one more in to add worries-If he'll speak of his secret, will Seokjin take him as lover or will he push him away?