Euphoric Agony

I Don't Want to Live in this Unfair Society

Namjoon sighed as he entered the dorm, toeing off his shoes, and setting his bag down near the entry-way. As he walked away, he heard a member trip on it, and muttered an apology.

“Get some rest, alright?” SeokJin tried to make light of the situation. “I’ll make Kimchi, whoever’s awake can have some.”

“I’ll help you, Jin-Hyung,” Jimin offered with a small smile, SeokJin easily agreeing.

Namjoon shuffled to his room.

How could they be eating right now? Jeongguk is dead.

Jeongguk is dead.

Dead.

Breathing deeply, he cursed to himself.

I’m immortal.

Jimin stirred the kimchi mixture, ladling out a small amount to taste.

“How is it?” Jin asked as he pulled six bowls out of the cabinet, over the counter.

“Really good,” Jimin thought he said it loud enough, but at Jin’s expectant silence, he repeated his words
“Good,” Jin smiled, but Jimin could tell it was forced.

Jimin felt like crap. His friend just died, and he couldn’t even cry about it. He wanted to, he wanted to cry, but the tears just.. Wouldn’t. They wouldn’t come out. When Jimin turned to grab a bowl for himself, he jumped when he noticed a member who hadn’t previously been there.

“Yoongi-Hyung,” Jimin breathed, sighing as Jin laughed. “When, uh- When’d you get there?”

“I’ve been here since you turned your back,” the second-eldest replied, scrolling through his cellphone. Yoongi peered up at the eldest of the Maknae line. “What?”

“N- Nothing,” Jimin shook his head, collecting himself. He held a bowl towards Yoongi as he spoke. “Kimchi, Hyung?”

Yoongi raised a thumb without looking up, and Jimin quickly filled the bowl. When Jimin handed the bowl to Yoongi, without chopsticks, Yoongi groaned.

“I don't want to live in this unfair society,” Yoongi voiced as he trudged to the counter, pulling out the drawer, and sifting through the items in it. He pulled out a pair of chopsticks as Jimin ladled more soup, for himself, and Jin.

The members chuckled at his comment, before sitting down to eat. It was only them for a little while, before Hoseok appeared in the kitchen with a towel around his neck. Namjoon didn’t leave his room that night, but during a movie, Taehyung emerged from his room teary-eyed, sniffling, and clutching a plushie close to his chest.

Hoseok let the second youngest- no, youngest youngest- lay with him on one of their loveseats as the movie progressed. They were all upset, undoubtedly, but Namjoon and Taehyung were hit the worst.

“Don’t cry, TaeTae,” Hoseok had whispered. The dancer had come out of the shower looking better than before he went in. Prior to his shower, Hoseok’s hair was slightly matted, and his skin was tinted with a slight darkness. He’d looked dirty. “Everything’ll be okay, you’ll see.”