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Seokjin did not get up early. He checked time and it was more than eight o 'clock. He opened the bedroom’s door and went out, just meeting Taehyung who returned from walking his dog, with breakfast in the hand.

“You didn't sleep well last night?” when Seokjin was drinking soya-bean milk, he got a glimpse of the deep dark circles under the eyes of the doctor, “Did I bother you?”

The doctor seemed tired today, listlessly lowering his head and scooping out the jellied bean curd, and replied, “Nope.”

Seokjin felt the bad mood of Taehyung, but he did not know what was going on with him on earth, who was still in a good mood last night. He could not ask anything but to finish his meal in silence.

After the meal, Taehyung drove Seokjin to the hospital by a sedate Chevrolet. On the way, Taehyung selected some songs while driving, and asked in a gentle voice, “Whose songs do you like?”

Seokjin shook his head, smiling, “Anyone’s is ok.”

Taehyung played one at random. Then the melody was slowly streaming out, with some loneliness.

After taking the medicine from the hospital, Taehyung sent Seokjin home. When they got to the gate of his housing estate, it was right lunch time. Seokjin felt sorry to bother the doctor these days, so after consideration, he tried to ask, “Doctor.... Taehyung, would you like to have lunch with me? My treat.”

Taehyung refused, “Maybe next time, you should return home and take a rest first.”

Seokjin never liked to push others, which he was not good at. He merely said, “Hmm”. Watching the Chevrolet be driven away, he turned around to go home.

Taehyung felt quite upset. For both himself and Seokjin, it was not good to keep his feeling in the heart. It was true that Taehyung liked Seokjin. But now he really wondered whether the other man, whose neglect Seokjin for so long might be only due to his deliberate concealment of the illness, really had deep feelings for Seokjin?

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Taehyung pulled over quickly and pressed a string of numbers on his mobile phone.

“Tae?” It was a deep male voice.

“Hyung, are you busy?” Taehyung closed his eyes, with his fingers tapping the steering wheel, “I want to ask you to help me with something.”

Namjoon smiled, “It's been forever since you've asked me for a favour. Sure, what do you need?”

“Help me investigate someone.”

“Who?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung knew nothing about the man but the name. Speaking that out, he knew that his brother might not be able to find the man with so little information, and now he felt like a fool. But out of the expectation, after a short silence at the other end of the phone, Namjoon asked, “Is it Jeon Jungkook?”

“Hyung, do you know him?”

“You can't possibly be referring to the new CEO we've just started working with. One of my recent cooperative partners, in his early thirties. A good-looking man with well-versed business skills,” Namjoon said with a pause, “Why do you want to investigate him?”

Many thoughts whirled around in Taehyung’s mind; he felt that it was right the one he wanted to investigate, and replied with unexamined words, “.....seems like him. His boyfriend comes to me for physical examination.”

Namjoon did not think much of the word 'boyfriend' at all, as if being unimpressed. Then he sneered, “Heh, there's still someone out there who dares to claim himself the boyfriend of Jeon Jungkook? If this guy hears about this, he will definitely laugh himself to death. You will lose count with the amount of people he played around with.”

Hearing this, Taehyung felt his fragile heart broke instantly. He told himself over and over again that there were so many people with the same name these days. But in his subconscious, he was clear that this was probably the truth, and unconsciously his eyes got wet.

He even did not hear the following words of Namjoon. At the other end of the phone, Namjoon, who was busy, said hello for several times, but no one responded. So he hung up the phone with “we can have a good chat when we meet some other day”.

Taehyung sat still, his mind in a mess. Suddenly, he punched the steering wheel hard. How could he believe it? How dare he believe it? The once-in-a-life-time people for him, the one he treated as a treasure, was spoiled to such a poor state in such a dirty love trade.

Seokjin, with hickeys on the neck, always stayed in that luxury alone, and when he was groggy, he even begged that man not to give him up.

Taehyung was so distressed that he felt like being fried in the pot.

Seokjin did not think of leaving Jungkook, even badly ill. It was not about money or power; it was just because the man was so stupid that he loved Jungkook that jerk so deeply. Taehyung was clear about that.