First, only, and last time

; Bonus

He who loved words so much, for whom they were the best way of expression, he was only able to use them on paper.

Say what he thought, yes, but say what he felt?

And feelings he had tons, more than he had ever had since Jake lived in his heart.

He had tried times and times again to convince himself that it didn't matter anymore, that his letters and actions were enough to prove to him everything he had to prove.

But he couldn't, outside of their exchanges, he couldn't express all his feelings to him, which tortured him from the inside.

But all of that Jake knew, he knew, no, he had too many mysteries in him for that, he understand, understand Heeseung better than he even understood himself when it comes to these things.

Oh he loved him so much.

His Heeseung who, despite himself, was unable to protect his own self from his own behavior and his enchantments for self-destruction.

But he loved him so much, his beloved tragedy.

His Heeseung who was currently torturing his mind in one of his books.
Jake was convinced that Heeseung was doing this to himself simply because it made him feel, alive?

But didn't love be do the same thing? Why choosing this method.

Heeseung had no choice, he had been caught in the blood without warning , without having had time to react.

Jake didn't understand that until he told him about his story.

That's when he realized that there was probably so much he didn't know about him, so many things that would block his ability to understand him.

Of course he trusted him, what a question.

It wasn't a trust issue, just, he was worried.

He looked at him, he was immersed in the lines of the story that soaked his cheeks of reddish spots.
However, he made no sounds, he was frozen, perhaps only the frantic beating of his heart which heaved his chest proved that there was life in his marble body.

- Heeseung ?

The one he was talking to snapped out of his trance and his eyes met his.

His gaze seemed lost, even sees frighten.

- Jake ? Are you alright?
- Im the one who should be asking.

He moved slowly towards him, so slowly, as if a sudden gesture could have reduced him to ashes, he leaned on the armrest of the sofa where the other was.

- Im alright, yes.

He closes his reading and his gaze seems to be lost in the patterns of the carpet under his feet.

- Well.

Jake turned around, with his fingertips he brushed the ebony strands of hair from Heeseung's face and with his two thumbs he stroked his wet cheeks, wiping away the tears.

- Heeseung. Is that how everything is going well for you?

His gaze locked on Jake's, who was still holding his face in his hands.

- What to say.
- Nothing need to be said my love.

He leaned down, placing a kiss on his forehead, then on the tip of his nose and finally, his lips joined their twins.

The unison of their hearts, as if they were drinking each other's blood, the thoughts exchanging without saying a word, each time they brushed against each other.

In the end, that's what made them feel alive.