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Seokjin was a gentle person, not good at refusing others. So he stayed although he felt uncomfortable.   

The doctor made some soup and two light stir-fries as supper. Seokjin had a poor appetite, but he was still trying to finish the half bowl of rice for feeling embarrassed to make leftovers. Taehyung was so considerate that he took it away from Seokjin, spooned out half a bowl of light crucian soup for him, and said, “Have a piece of fish and a little soup. You need to take the medicine later.”  

The doctor did it naturally, but Seokjin was dumbfounded at that moment. He had mixed feelings, unable to keep his mind clear. But Taehyung seemed not to regard his behavior as an intimate one. He even poured the remaining rice directly into his own bowl, added some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and quickly finished all the food.

Seeing this, Seokjin did not know what to say. Taehyung, however, seemed not to care, and after the meal, he hummed a melody and went to fetch dog food for the Yeontan which had been hanging around the table and waiting for nearly half an hour.

Seokjin was absent-minded with eyes dropping while he was clearing away dishes and leftovers, thinking that he should not gauge the heart of a gentleman with his own mean measure. Even he himself did not believe that the doctor would like such a poor and colorless invalid as him. But why had the doctor been so nice to him? There should be a reason for this. He had suffered enough for Jungkook, who got both his body and soul. The more happiness he experienced at the beginning, the more pain he would suffer in the end. He was aware of the fact that it was his own fault because he chose to be with Jungkook.

Seokjin stopped thinking about anything since he could not get the result. When Taehyung came back after feeding the dog, Seokjin had already finished washing the dishes and was rinsing the dishcloth to wipe the marble counter.

“Hey, how did you end up washing the dishes the moment I turn to feed the dog? I invited a guest over and yet they are doing my chores. Are you trying to make me feel bad?” Taehyung hurried to get his hands out of the cold water, “The water is really cold!”

Taehyung toweled the hands of Seokjin so meticulously that he almost wiped every finger. The pair of hands were fair and thin, with blue blood vessels clearly seen. They were not pretty hands, but it can see how softened his skin has become. But then Taehyung eyes fixed at the ring while dry Seokjin fingers. The ring that he's wearing look so beautiful yet lonely at that moment; he felt a fire of desire burning in his body, but he could not control it. Taehyung had always been abstinent and self-controlled, not expecting that one day he would be in the psychosexuality so much only by holding one’s hands.

His mind wandered a little longer. When Seokjin withdrew his hand back, Taehyung suddenly came back to himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Take a shower and you’d better go to bed early. You have a fever during the day and your body is still weak,” Taehyung tossed the dishcloth aside. “Leave the housework to me.”

Seokjin was pushed into the bathroom, stuffed with a soft smoky bathrobe and a large towel in his hand. Pressing a smile out, he said thanks to him. 

There were two bathrooms in the apartment. Seokjin finished the shower before Taehyung did. He took the new medicine, whose effect was too strong for him to resist. The more he thought, the more blurred he would feel. It was pretty tough. He lay prone on the bed and fell asleep lightly.

Taehyung took several cold showers in the bathroom before he dared come out. He played outside when he was rebellious and young years ago. As not only a big spender but a handsome man, he had met so many pretty girls and handsome boys chasing after him that he suffered from aesthetic fatigue now, not expecting to lose his heart to Seokjin so easily.

When the doctor came out of the bathroom, Seokjin had been asleep, with most of his face buried in the pillow towel embroidered with the patterns of baby blue flowers. Taehyung’s bathrobe was too big for him, who was not aware that his shoulder and back were exposed. He had fair skin, but obvious bones because he was too thin.

At the thought of Seokjin being possessed by the other man, and his meek and slender neck being marked by the other man, Taehyung was in an irrepressible rage. 

He turned off the light and lay down beside Seokjin. It was a great mistake for a doctor to fall in love with his patient, but he did not care. He was more worried about the health of Seokjin. He knew better than anyone else that Seokjin would not last to this season next year if the right bone marrow could not be found.   

Seokjin began to feel uncomfortable in the wee hours; in a daze, he felt like being wrapped up by someone as if he was snuggling up to a big stove. He felt so hot that even his temples were damp, but he could not shake himself off the embrace. Half-awake, he pushed and touched a man’s chest.

“Jungkook... Don't hold me so tight…”

The doctor, who was planning to pretend to be sleeping and innocent when Seokjin sensed his existence, finally opened his eyes… It was the second time for him to hear the name from Seokjin’s mouth. He felt uncomfortable. Especially now, Seokjin was lying in his arms and on his bed, but the right to hug him was borrowed from another man.