ᴍʏ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ sᴏᴜʟ || ᴛᴀᴇᴊɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ ✅

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He pushed the man on his body aside, staring at the endless darkness with his eyes wide open. He relaxed himself and got his breath back, waiting for the choking heartache to wear off.

They had made a promise to each other that they would be together forever at the beginning. They met each other at their best ages and had thought they found own Mr. Right. Seokjin showed a depressed smile. He well remembered plenty of trifles, which were pieced together and formed happiness.

Jungkook was cool and proud in front of the outsiders in his school days. But in fact, he was incredibly naive. At that time, he would sit like a cat in the bushes and greet Seokjin, "Jinnie, Jinnie, look! Lizard!"; even the simple thing he wanted to brag about. He also would bring kinds of delicious food and snacks to Seokjin every day. Later on, Jungkook came out to make a living, and Seokjin without hesitate followed him wherever he go... leaving all behind just to be with him. They met obstacles and setbacks many times. Jungkook once drank when he starting work as businessman, as soon as he was drunk, he hugged Seokjin, crying cause he did not give him a good life.

'Was I enough for your whole life? Did you still remember that we once made a promise about that?' Seokjin could not help bursting into tears, with the back of his hands covering his eyes like a kid. He really missed the gorgeous pear blossom in the Second Senior Middle School. The white flowers were finely divided in trees like stars distributed in the sky. During the blossom, he would go to pick up flowers from the ground and fill up his small pocket after school every day. Then he would take a handful of them and blow some to Jungkook on the face and body. He still remembered that the most romantic and daring thing they had ever done was that during a holiday when the campus was empty, Jungkook held him leaning against the pear tree and gave him a long lingering kiss filled with teen love...

But what did that mean? The once fervent and simple love had been wearing off over the long time and had been beaten back to the original by the desire for a life of debauchery. There was nothing left to comfort him.

"I still had a little strength to love you as much as I could. Later you would be on your own, and don't be too capricious, or your new lover would not stay long at your side," He murmured. Then he managed to get up and gently tucked Jungkook in, with his small dimple, which should have been as sweet and soft as honey, wet and bitter, filled with tears right now. He turned around, biting his finger to hold back his sobs.

Dawn came late in winter. Seokjin watched the sky gradually light up, the cold light filtering through the thin gauze curtain, which made him fell chill and desolate. It was a cold winter this year. If he could make a snowman with Jungkook again, the snowman would stay longer. Then his trace would be with him a little longer in this winter.

Seokjin struggled up and shambled to have a shower. He was thin and weak now. With dense erotic traces all over, his body seemed dirty and pathetic.

He knew well that he was good-for-nothing. He had no energy to quarrel with Jungkook for anything. Since it had become a habit to love this man, he could still endure anything. He bent over against the cold white marble bath and drew out with fingers what Jungkook left in his body, knitting his eyebrows tighter and tighter. He must stop having sex.

Seokjin took some medicine and then made millet porridge for Jungkook, who drank too much last night. The millet porridge was good for stomach. When the porridge was ready in the pot, he sat on a small sofa, concentrating on reading a book.