Kibum`s POV

It feels so good, so unbelievable good to have his lips against mine again. I almost forgot their taste, almost forgot their feeling and moves. But I didn`t try to remember all this time, laying here. I thought I wouldn`t see him again, banished to live like that, bounded to a sickening soft bed and smelly room.

I gave up on life, I gave it up so lightly. Because there was no savior back then, no one to save me from this sickness. He still doesn`t know. Should I tell him? Should I tell him my miserable fate? Tell him that this moment won`t last long, this feeling of having the other on our arms again. It won`t last long. It would break his heart.

I would break his heart into pieces, break it with no repair. Still, I had to. I had to tell him with pleading tears. Pleading for forgiveness. Pleading for every good in this world, but I knew it wouldn`t help him, wouldn`t help us. There was no one to plead to. God already isn`t on our side, not that he was in the first place.

So to whom should I plead to? My happy smile slowly turns into a bitter and sad one. He looked at me with questioning eyes. Asking me silently, what’s wrong? What’s wrong? And I wanted to say, nothing, nothing is wrong. But I would be lying. So I told him…

“Everything, everything is wrong.”

And I could see it in his eyes, his heart stopped for one single second. He is scared