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єριѕσ∂є 47

The driver was a vip member of the most famous luxury car club in Seoul, also, allegedly, the nephew of a chief officer of some military region. The silver-spoon boy drank a bit of alcohol and went to Luxury Villa to meet his mistress, but his joyride accidentally killed a man. How could a lawbreaker like that be treated the same as civilians? Loads of ass-kissers were queuing to solve his problem. The car accident didn't even cause a ripple.

Not until two days later did Jungkook knew what happened to Jimin. The moment he heard the news, he felt like everything paused, even his heartbeat. He wasn't in too deep of a relationship with Jimin, the man was just like a pet for entertainment purpose. But the news was still a shock to him.

He had earned so much money, it would be a lie to say that he never got blood on his hand. He didn't feel guilty or sad about Jimin's death. He certainly didn't feel good about it though, it was like a twitch in his heart. He would never expect that the man he spared would eventually die anyway. He suddenly realized that human life couldn't be manipulated by any man.

Later, Jungkook figured out what he was feeling bad about, it was the loneliness derived from his extreme grief. Jimin's death reminded him of Seokjim.

Even though he knew that Seokjin had leukemia, it never occurred to him that someday, he would actually die. He just wanted to get him back and treat him good and never do him wrong again. He wanted to be together with him forever and ever.

But the reality was that not everything in this world would go at his will. Jungkook closed his eyes despondently. He now understood what the unpredictable death was.

Yoongi's wedding was held as planned. He wanted to postpone it until Jungkook calmed down and got Seokjin back. It was just that the bride's grandfather wasn't feeling well recently, whose greatest wish was to see his baby granddaughter marry a good man.

Jungkook attended the wedding anyway. He prepared a rather thick red packet himself. It was their big day, he wanted to put on a happy face but it was hard. You could tell that he was in a poor condition from his emaciated cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Yoongi ushered him in person and warmly put his arm around his neck. It was considerate of Yoongi not to ask anything. Jungkook, however, couldn't stand another pair of compassionate eyes. "Come and get inside. The bride and bridesmaids will make toasts to you in turn."

Jungkook shook his head and smiled. "I'll pass. Let your grandfather-in-law get the toasts. I'm just here to congratulate you," He took the red packet out and said, "A token of my best wishes."

Jungkook was generous to his friends as always. The eight thousand in the packet was just a symbol of good luck, what really counts was the card inside the stack of money.

Yoongi wasn't aware of Jungkook’s pattern. He quite cheerfully took it over and felt it with a happy face. "Alright, quite a thick one." He grinned.

Jungkook's eyes milder, he smiled, "It's from me and Seokjin."

Yoongi paused and stared at him for a moment, feeling sorry for him. "Jungkook..." He then said softly.

His tone was filled with bitterness and sadness, "You’ve got white hair on the sides of your face."

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Namjoon left on the same night he came. He knew his brother so he didn't waste time on extra persuasion. He knew it was best if he stayed out of it. How long could the life of a cancer patient that refused chemotherapy last? He would be dead less than one year. And how long could a dead man be remembered? Less than one year. He could wait. He reckoned it could serve as a life lesson for his brother.

Seokjin's condition got worse. He was covered with bruises, even edema at the worst part. You could see a tiny pit when a swelling got pressed, what you couldn't see was the stinging pain.

Seokjin was lethargic every day and had a bad appetite and was too weak to walk around. But he wouldn't like to trouble others. Instead, he kept the severest pain to himself. Recently, the latter was fascinated by the balcony outside the French windows on the second floor. Looking down, there were Taehyung's plants growing wildly in the garden. They seemed to grow buds. Looking into the distance, there was small Temple and a small lake in the tea plantation, which was a pleasant view.

Taehyung was so worried about Seokjin that he was on pins and needles every day. The latter was more stubborn than he thought—not only did he stay away from the medicine for his cancer, but he also cut off the painkillers and sleeping pills.

This day, Seokjin had a fever again, which burnt him out so this night; unlike usual, he slept early.

Taehyung carefully stroked Jin's face with a warm towel. He couldn't help kissing him from between his eyebrows to the edge of his lips, then he lay next to Seokjin and cuddled him.

He cuddled Seokjin a lot these days when the latter couldn't sleep at night. Seokjin didn't like the cold. No matter how high temperature the air-con was set at night, it would still be too cold for him. Tae had a warm body. He would hold the entirety of Seokjin's body in his arms and pat him on his back like he was a kid. As day went by, the latter could sleep better and Tae became a light sleeper.

So tonight, a smallest sound Seokjin made woke Tae up. He heard The latter whimpering very quietly. He turned on the table lamp but found that Seokjin hadn't awake. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, which indicated that he was suffering in his dream.

Taehyung washed the towel and wiped Seokjin's face again. His hand was shaking as he stared at the translucent tracks of tears on his cheeks. He kissed on his eyelashes, prayed that he could sleep tight tonight.

Suddenly, Seokjin opened his eyes, looked at Taehyung blankly. In a daze, he asked a question that totally came out of nowhere, "Where is my ring?"

"Have you seen my ring?"

Taehyung was confused but soon found that Seokjin's eyes were cloudy as if a nightmare had got the better of him.

He talked him into lying down. He took a look at Seokjin's fingers in his hand and saw a light mark, due to too many years of wearing a ring, was left on his third finger.