The next month was pure hell for Kibum. The boy had been getting worse and worse, losing so much weight that he sometimes wondered what he was still losing and bearing pains that no one wanted to experience, so intense that he just wanted to die so all his sufferings would finally disappear. Still, even through the tears of agony, he tried his hardest to hide everything from his boyfriend. It was hard, but somewhat manageable. Sneaking to the kitchen to take one or two more pills than he used to was easy by that time as well as wearing smaller and smaller T-shirts in hope that if they fit him perfectly, Jonghyun wouldn't notice that something was off.

What the weak blonde didn't know was that the elder wasn't as oblivious to the situation as he seemed. He could see through the fragile mask his beautiful lover had built, he could hear all those painful cries at night and sometimes, he would follow the smaller to the kitchen to make sure that he wouldn't collapse. It broke his heart, to see someone as beautiful as his angel, his Kibum go through something like that but he knew that he could never really do anything against it. Also, he still wasn't sure about what was wrong... he just knew that whatever was going on was everything but okay.

One day, Kibum went to the library to get a couple of books for him and his boyfriend. Though he loved cuddling with the older boy as they watched countless movies, he still couldn't ignore his passion for books.

Being someone that had grown up in a hospital, Kibum knew that there were very few things that could truly entertain someone, and to him, one of these things were books. He had always loved reading romance novels where everything was based on perfection; short little stories that were so sweet and heartwarming that they brought tears to his eyes and many, many other things.

Of course, when he was first released from his cage, those four, white walls that he seemed to be bounded to because he was sick, he thought that he would never have to read again. At that time, he was healthy or so the doctors thought. Just a glimpse at sad, most of the time smaller object made the small boy shiver in disgust - they reminded him of the time he had to spend in the sterilized place, never knowing when he would be allowed to go out. But slowly, his love, his passion for reading came back into his life. He barely noticed it, yet it was there, slowly tugging at his heart whenever he would see h