For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. His voice, though restrained, was vibrant with energy and that odd sort of enveloping personality she had thought that she only of the two of them possessed. "I'm mighty glad, too-- Jungkook." She flushed, but not unhappily, at this first use of his name today. "How's your little sister?" he asked her. She looked at him for a moment and then said something that she had not intended to say at all, the very sort of thing she had resolved to avoid. "Oh, she's--she's getting worse all the time. ...She said we shouldn't be together." He nodded, once and slowly, as if he understood the gravity of her utterance. Inside Nayeon's home, in the kitchen, tacked on the wall, was a map of the world. Nayeon often sat at night (and Jungkook sometimes with her) and looked and looked at the map, almost as if she were talking to the world and adoring the world and taking each part of it into herself and she looked. Sometimes she showed Jungkook that by looking a long time at the map and then closing the eyes, then opening them again, he could see the lighted shape of the world, radiant and throbbing. And sometimes it seemed on the map, as they looked, that the whole world was melting down and leaving drippings of the world on the map like melting ice on the floor. Then the world was melting down into them and they were changed into the world.