"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.
