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Taehyung's heart acutely twitched. Perhaps he should be happy. One would only put hopes on the imaginary next life when they were driven into desperation in this life.

This life, next life.

A promise?

That was how promises work: whether you believe it or not, the result will be the same anyway. Why do people have to give themselves a hard time?

It was late when they went back home but the Broken Bridge on Jinyang Lake was still bustling and noisy. Seokjin looked outside and somewhat mesmerized. So Taehyung slowed the car down.

"When you get better, I will take you out to see the view at night at Jinyang Lake."

Seokjin retracted his attention from outside the window and shook his head. "No. I came out a lot at night when in school. I'd seen enough."

Tae didn't know what to say as he had sensed Seokjin's despair. He was drowned in much deeper anguish and grief than him.

Taehyung gagged. Light in his eyes flickered as he drove past lamps along the road, and eventually there were only fluids sprouting in his eyes. "You're birthday is coming up in less than half a month, and I prepared a gift for you. After that, it will be the New Year, you should be able to see those jasmine blossoms in our garden. In the following several months, koi carps in small Lake will be at their reddest and prettiest, I heard any wishes made during that time are very likely to come true."

What the doctor said was imperceptibly incoherent. The words just seemed to pop out of his mouth without thinking. It felt like he was afraid to be soon late for something.

Seokjin stopped looking outside the window. He turned his head slightly to Tae, still pale-faced but spiritually invigorated. His smiling face and bright eyes remained the same as the adolescent that seemed to have never gone anywhere.

"These doesn't matter... just don't throw a cliffhanger at me though," Seokjin pulled the hem of Taehyung's clothes and asked, "So tell me what is the present?"

Taehyung shook his head. "I'm not telling you, you'll know it before your birthday..." He paused briefly, "Or will you give me a kiss so I tell you?"

Seokjin turned away and humphed. His attitude was nowhere near tough but so soft and girly as if an act of cuteness, which couldn't be more adorable.

Taehyung laughed. "Well, I'm not taking the bait this time, I'm not gonna tell you."

Seokjin didn't reply. He was exhausted and low blood glucose had kept him dizzy the whole day. He didn't even have the strength to speak when the weariness kicked in.

Taehyung covered his coat on him. "We left in a rush, I forgot to bring a blanket with us. Hang in there for a moment and try not to sleep, or else you'll wake up more tired and might catch a cold." Perhaps it was a habit from his job, Taehyung would act like a nagging mother hen when taking care of someone.

Seokjin listened, but the drowsiness still got the better of him. He fell asleep as half of his face was buried in the large coat.

Taehyung slowly reclined the car seat, slowed down the car on their way back home.

If only it's him who could meet Seokjin earlier, he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt him, they could keep a big dog, jog along Jinyang Lake by night and shiver together, and not give a damn about next life.

Taehyung had hardly hated anyone. It seemed to be a waste of effort and energy but he hated Jungkook to his guts. The man was cold, ungrateful and selfish, did everything despicable to climb from the bottom to the top. What he possessed eventually, however, meant nothing compared with having the beloved one by his side.

Forgiveness doesn't exist to him.