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However, the man lying beside Seokjin gave him the courage to fight against death. Though he was hurt badly by Jungkook's indifference, he still lived in hope that they would be reconciled.

Maybe this was the so-called "love", which could hurt you, but also could save your soul and give your courage.

Seokjin was really popular since childhood. He got good academic records, gentle character and handsome appearance, and his clear and mild eyes had attracted so many girls. When he was a student, girls around him groveled to him as long as he gave them a gentle look. He was very good at studying but he didn't go to the university; instead, he left his hometown and eloped with Jungkook. After he began to work, still so many people, including rich women, rich men, boys and girls, were attracted to him. But he never changed his mind of loving Jungkook. At that time, Jungkook was under great pressure at work, so he always gave Seokjin rough treatment when they had sex. Afterwards, their company developed and gained a foothold in the market. He was gradually ignored by Jungkook. He didn't allow Seokjin to deal with public relations any more, and rarely had intimate sex with him.  

Seokjin got out of bed quietly and sat on the sofa. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and lit it up. When he was young, he valued his health very much, but drinking and the second-hand smoke ruined it in that decade. Even though what he had suffered was all due to Jungkook, he never regretted his decision of being together with him. He loved Jungkook with his heart and soul.

Seokjin had loved Jungkook for fourteen years, now his love was slowly disappearing in suspicion. He had been disappointed for so long that he despaired of their future. In the beginning, he tolerated Jungkook's betrayal because of his deep love, but now it became a habit, or maybe he became indifferent to Jungkook's affairs.

Seokjin slumbered on the sofa for a while, and when he woke up early in the morning, he found himself running a fever. He poured out some pills into his palm and waited for the water to boil.

"Why did you get up so early? I felt uneasy when I opened my eyes and found you not in the bed," Jungkook complained like a spoiled child. His hair was uncombed, which made him look much younger than his age.

"I'm accustomed to getting up early. You should head out for lunch later, I didn't cook." He said in an indifferent tone as he added some hot water to the cold water in his cup, and then took a handful of pills.

Jungkook was offended by Seokjin's indifference. He was about to lose his temper but held back the anger in time at the sight of Seokjin taking pills, and asked with concern, "You look pale. Are you sick?"

"It's getting cold and I caught a cold," Seokjin smiled and continued. "Nothing serious. Aren't you going to the company today?"

Jungkook heard the irony in Seokjin's voice. He lowered his head, feeling somewhat guilty, and answered, "No. Today I want to stay home with you."

Seokjin didn't show any pleasure at Jungkook's words. He put the pot on the gas range, "Okay. I will cook some noodles with tomato soup for you."

"Great," Jungkook was relieved and lay down on the sofa leisurely, waiting for his breakfast.

Seokjin put the noodles into the hot soup before he heard Jungkook's voice coming from the living room, "You bought an orchid? I remember that you don't like growing flowers before."

Seokjin paused his movement while replying, "My friend gave it to me, and I just keep it for fun."

"When did you make a friend? Do I know him? This orchid is rare and expensive. Did he present you with this just to make you happy?" Jungkook fired several questions.

His jealousy annoyed Seokjin. How dared he scold him after playing around with his lovers? Jungkook was the most shameless man he had ever seen! He was too angry to answer Jungkook's questions.

"Kim Seokjin!" Jungkook said stiffly, "Answer my questions!"

"You can stay out and have fun with your friends. Why can't I do the same thing?" Seokjin turned off the gas cooker, leaving the half-cooked noodles in the pot to stick together.

Jungkook flew into a rage with shame, "What the hell did you mean? I worked hard in the company to make money for you. You treat me as a playboy? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Seokjin sneered, "For me? Are you kidding me? I gave you thirty percent of the company's shares. And this house is our joint property. I don't need your money, Jungkook."

Hearing Seokjin's pointed remarks, Jungkook was vexed and somewhat terrified of Seokjin's sudden anger and unrelenting criticism, but he didn't admit defeat and quickly retorted, "Are you afraid that I would find your amour? This orchid is worth a down payment of a new house. Your new lover was so generous that you have fallen love with him? So that's the real reason that you refused to have sex with me, right?"

Seokjin really didn't know that this orchid was so expensive; otherwise, he would not have accepted it. He didn't expect Doctor Kim to be so rich and generous.

Anyway, he didn't have an affair with others but Jungkook did. And he felt uncomfortable for the illness. So Seokjin got angrier and scolded, "If you don't want to stay at home, just get out of here. I don't care what you have done outside, and you are not qualified to meddle in my affairs."

Jungkook fell into a towering rage and took two steps forward. He lifted his hand and was about to slap Seokjin.

Seokjin only gazed at him with a heartbroken expression, tears rolling down his cheeks, "You're really willing to hit me?"

His tears pricked Jungkook's heart. He put his hand down and felt helpless. He took his coat and went straight out of the house without looking back at Seokjin.

Seokjin frowned and wiped away his tears. He filled the bowl with noodles and sat at the table. Although he lost his appetite in the quarrel, he still tried hard to swallow the noodles. He was sick of both noodles and Jungkook, but at least, noodles would not hurt his heart.

However, a few minutes later, he vomited up all he had just eaten and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Love not only hurt his feelings, but also hurt his body.