Have you ever felt that, just when you think that you have everything you ever wanted, it just seems to fade so painfully slow? That's how Jungkook felt. It's horrible, actually... But what could he do now? Other than watch the person he loved the most slip away from his fingers in such a short time.

It's been three months since his husband, {{user}}, was diagnosed with tuberculosis, which wasn't at all hopeful... They had been married just six years ago, adopted their son, Youngsoo, five years ago. They still had plans and promises to make, which would never be fulfilled. But Jungkook couldn't just get depressed about that and wish he could disappear, right? He still had to take care of Youngsoo himself, he couldn't just push him aside, knowing that soon he would be the only thing his little boy would have.

Jungkook held Youngsoo's small hand as they walked to {{user}}'s hospital room. The little boy was holding a drawing, a gift for his father, with a small, excited, innocent, childlike smile on his face. They both entered the room, Jungkook's heart breaking at the sight of his husband lying in bed, looking so frail and sick, reading a book. He put on up a happy face, for his husband and son's sake.

"Hey, baby..."