"Kid, what's this place?" Jungkook had regained his posture very quick. His eyes were dry as if those tears were just an illusion.

With those eyes, he stared at the serene place where they had parked the car. It was the end of the town on hillside where they could see the town shimmering below.

Jeon drove here with Seokjin who requested this place. Though, he had no idea of this location but it can surely become another special hideout. There was a lonely small cozy house surrounded by a garden, a small house that a fairytale would build.

Jungkook turned his eyes to Seokjin who had a face as he if he ate salt after he lifted up his head from Jungkook's bulk shoulder. "Stop calling me kid! How old are you?"

"I am 26?"

Seokjin blinked as he breathed out. "I am 22 but-"

"Calling you kid is acceptable." jeon huffed a tiny laugh.

Seokjin didn't like being addressed as kid yet he chuckled and gave in, "We've been friends for now two months and look at us, we didn't even know our age." Jungkook agreed smiling but he turned it down and attentively looked at Seokjin.

"You tell me, what are you depressed of? Even I think that you lied like me and hid the actual reason. Be like a friend and tell me." Jungkook shifted his weight to fully face the younger.

"In honesty, I am not that scared of death, not enough to bring me on the state of mental disturbance. It's just that I am weak hearted and all this time that I spend in scans, check ups, hospitals gives me quite hard phase. I've been diagnosed for quite good time now. But still it feels like drinking a bottle of vinegar for taking this as new part of life which is far from what peace I dreamt of." he fumbled with his bag.

"I had good life before. Smart in studies, pursued the college of architecture that I wanted to do. But, when I fell from stairwell after getting fainted; it's reason turned out like a thousand wounds crashed on me. Free I was, could never be better, now I have to be cautious of each activities, foods, traveling. All things that are dear to me.

I left architecture for it had alot of traveling out and started studying something I have no interest in. Left painting for my hands would shiver by dozes of strong medicines and needles. I fear needles the most that stays in my hand for weeks. I left singing, for it strain my throat where this cancer sits. Couldn't go out for trips. This all is hard to carry. I cried all the time for it was nothing I expected from my life." he talked like he was out of breath.

"I had already lost my parents that was a huge cruelty sitting in my heart; an emptiness. A little to enjoy in life, and things went to south. I would notice how each things I'd loved, drift away.

It's painful. It's a burden, whenever I feel the moist in my nose, I fear it would turn out to be blood, making me shiver in thought that this might be the time now. Walking with you or enjoying time and I'd feel blackness taking over me. It's no worry if I say, but the cruel part that takes me is when I'd be enjoying best moment and death or decaying health would call me. I fear dying at time when I'll be living best." a tear fell. Jungkook reached out to wipe it but halted in mid. Seokjin noticed that and giggled through tears.

"Wipe it for me. It won't make me feel like loser." he chuckled. Jungkook smiled and wiped it with his palm, feeling the soft tender skin. Seokjin later rubbed his stingy eyes and wet cheeks that Jungkook attentively stared at, waiting for fake eyelash to fall and makeup powder to be smeared, to mar his flawless beauty. But then he confirmed that Seokjin is a made of dreamy comeliness.

"You asked me about this place right?" Beauty spoke, snapping Jungkook out of the revering, "This place was my mother's dearest. My father gifted her this beautiful home you see there. She had a dream of spending her forever with my father here." he pointed out. "But her dream just stayed in her heart, couldn't spend much time.

I watched that tree grow beautifully with my mom since I was young." Jungkook saw a tree standing right in front of house, wide that it's leaves scattered out of it's territory and gates. Though the leaves had turned dry yellows and shedding large sums.

"When my mom died, I requested my uncle to keep this home tidy and water each plants to make this place look lively. My uncle gratefully did. When my health falls and I am to be bed ridden, I'd rather spent my numbered days here in this home than cold hospital." he sniffed.

"I've kept this wish in front of my uncle who was first against it but could not win against me.

As the last leaf of that tree falls, I'd go with it. I have attached myself to it. The last leaf wind takes away and the last breath I'll exhale." he smiled ever so beautifully as if like he was speaking about how he is blessed with immortality when he was speaking of cruel death. Jungkook's eyes grew big with a stunned shade, his brows almost touching forehead. This innocent, kind hearted, benevolent, lively boy spoke about death and his downfall that felt like honey started to lose it's sweetness and turned bitter. That made Jungkook wanted to determine any place possible and hide him where this inevitable death could never find them.

Jeon Jungkook has a side in him that is obdurate, unsympathetic and it calls him to take Seokjin's words as an exaggerated way of grief but then his new found gentle side inside him saw how lovely this boy is and must be this way by the hearty upbringing his parents invested, so such attachment to the memories that were made here would be totally understandable.

Seokjin breathed in and out like oxygen wasn't reaching his lungs. Jungkook ruffled his hairs and pinched his cheek, careful of that oxygen tube. He tried to provide some touch to this boy who was mingling in his past and panting. A touch to pull him out of his world and to show him that Jungkook still is beside him.

"This all sounds proverbial, right?" he asked, when he discerned few hint of skeptic in Jeon's eyes, "Can't help it. Hearing all these things from me even uncle ridiculed me and forced me to attend the council to treat my brain." he added.

His face turned bitter when he remembered something and jerked his face trying to wipe it out certain thought.

Jungkook didn't failed to notice it and reached out his hand to twirl the little long locks on Seokjin's nape by his fingers. Seokjin who wasn't on edge of spilling it out, smiled inwardly and his heart fluttered as he recalled that he sits beside a wonderful, reliable person.

"He...he, my uncle." he gulped, "I Shouldn't say this and I don't know why I'm opening my past but listen to me, he once tried to touch me in pervert way." Seokjin sucked his lips in thin line as disgusting feeling that was inside him soared. He just wanted to say this so Jungkook who is a build man can protect him, for Jin has grown to adore the protective side of Jungkook.

He looked up from his lap to see Jungkook flaring his nose and his eyes dark and surprised. His thick brows knotted. "What the fuck, Seokjin?! Why didn't you said this to me before! I must've brought him to sense! How the hell can he!" he looked a step away from yelling out in anger.

Seokjin immediately ran his fingers on Jungkook's tensed shoulder. "Hey, calm down. He was intoxicated-"

"I don't care. Let me see him next time and I'll thrash him to death."

"Jungkook listen to me, he was drunk and I wasn't diagnosed with cancer at that time, when he was in his mind, he cried and apologized to me on his knees and since then he never took me that way, he never touched me in any wrong way, I promise I saw the great remorse in him."

"Did he went to any foul extent." Jungkook asked and they both shivered in thought of it.

"No, he didn't." younger breathed out.

Jungkook's anger didn't brought any cease, it just turned down little. he made a sound as acted to spit.

"But, the best in my life is that I happened to meet you. You will always protect me right?" he smiled again, his eyes twinkling in hope, taking Jungkook by breathless. Jeon Jungkook mightn't have given a worded answer but he solemnly swore in his heart that he'll do anything to protect this precious.

Seokjin stared at that tree where his soul hung, his face withered and lips quivered, his chest heaved up again. Jungkook quickly took boy in his rudge arms yet gentle and rocked him slowly who looked a second away from a breakdown.

Jungkook felt the soft hairs and doll head rested on his chest below his chin and his all weight accounted on his body. Must've fallen asleep.

He lifted small male's chin through his index finger, to gulp the beauty that must look more beautiful while sleeping. But a panic rose when he felt a hot liquid on his palm of deep red color, gushing out of nose, staining the hoodie. Those eyes were filled with tears unshed, glistening between his half lidded eyes.

Jungkook looked up to the tree with his face in horror, wide eyed shaking, with pearls of tears deposited on it's corners. All this expressions of fret erupted out of him, when Seokjin who thudded on his chest again, whispered in his still weak and swaying consciousness state.

"Fall isn't far away Kook."