I don’t  know if you can choose the person you fall in love with. Who ends up taking a little piece of your heart, That person takes that piece with him when he leaves. If anyone had asked me, I don’t  think I would’ve chosen Jeon Jungkook, and I don’t know if he would have chosen me. But standing here, looking at him through that glass, I like my choices.

"You still have many mornings left to enjoy, see them, don’t stay locked in empty yesterdays"

" I'm falling, Taehyung. I've been falling for so long that I'm not sure how to get up "

As I stepped cautiously through the door, a nurse I vaguely recognized came out from behind the curtain, a smile on her face as she saw me.

"Nice to see you, Mr. Kim." She whispered, typing something in her briefcase, pointed to Jungkook. "He had a headache all morning, he's been a very strong one, so I don’t know if he wants company now."

“I’ve got this” I said calmly.

She took a step back, toward the place where Jungkook was, her voice taking on a reassuring tone.

“Jungkook, You have a visitor. Do you think it's OK?”

There was a long pause of silence before he let out a "yes" so silent that it was barely audible. She winked at me before I left.

"Just try to be calm, he is very sensitive to light and noise. And be sure to close the curtain after entering. ”She said and I nodded.

I let her go and entered the small place, closing the curtain behind me, I left my bag on the floor. As I approached my eyes began to trace the lines of his face, his lips, his nose, everything in the shadows. In the half-light it looked like an angel's spice, and I wondered if Jungkook was too beautiful for this world.

Looking at him was strange. He entangled me inside, I could feel a strange feeling running through my organs, vessels. I took off my jacket and focused my eyes on the floor, feeling ashamed for a reason I couldn’t identify.

I had missed Jungkook last week, missed him during my other activities, missed him during the joyous dinners with Jimin, and also on the nights Krystal took us with her to her party nights. It is safe to say that I always missed him, that somehow he had placed himself in my bones.

I looked for my chair, but it wasn’t in the same old place.

I hung my jacket on the bed post and went to sit on the floor,  I was unable to leave Jungkook out of my sight, but I knew I couldn’t stand by his side all the time. He had a hand out of the bed, his long fingers sliding slowly as if he were looking for something to grab.

Before I could think of my movements, I let my hand take his, he tensed with the touch, our hands brushing before we interlaced our fingers, he squeezed my hand, his grip was strong and desperate.

“Tae.”He breathed as if talking caused him pain.

“Jungkook, you don’t have to talk. It’s Okay, "I answered, getting on my knees.

He said nothing for a long time, finally whispering "come".

I stood up slowly, letting his fingers separate from mine as I walked around the bed. I sat on the mattress as carefully as I could. Jungkook opened his eyes and blinked a few times before he met my gaze, his eyes glazed and filled with pain. I wondered if it was because of the headache, or something completely different. I reached out my hand almost involuntarily, to find his cheek, caressing his pale skin.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I whispered.

He let out a slight groan in response as he took my other hand pulling me toward him, guiding me to lie down beside him in a horizontal position. I lay down, looking at him, seeing the blurred silhouette of his face in the low light. I shouldn’t be doing this, I knew I shouldn’t, but everything about him made my body vibrate, something that could only be described as a great irreplaceable calm.

I placed my hand over his, letting myself fall into the tenderness of the moment, as if somehow through the contact of our skin I could feel his pain. I settled on the mattress, my eyelids feeling heavier and heavier. I was pretty sure I could fall asleep here and never wake up, just Jungkook and me in the dark.

나를 잡아라. 나는 떨어지고있다.