Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《7》Prison of Glass

A week came and passed, just as a million chances to tell Suho about Jimin came and passed.

I didn't say anything.

Every time I was with Suho, I wanted to tell him, but my lips wouldn't open, the words getting stuck in my throat.
And I had no idea what that said about me.
That I was weak?
That I was a coward?
Or that I simply hated the thought of Jimin's lovely face to be bloody and bruised?
To see those glittering dark eyes swollen shut and red.
To hear his bones crack and snap.

It had made me rise from my sleep several times this week- the image of Jimin laying broken to my feet- and then I just sat there, in the emptiness and darkness of my room, unable to go back to sleep.

The other members either didn't care or didn't notice how quiet I got.
How I sat back at parties and drowned myself in alcohol and drugs to get Jimin out of my head. No... they didn't care.

Jimin cared.
And it was driving me nuts because at the same time, I couldn't know if Jimin meant it.
Was he lying to get into my favour?
He was BTS after all!

What if he was like all the other people in my life?
What if he only pretended to care so he could use me in the end?

"Bunny!"

My head snapped up in surprise to meet Suho's eyes over the table.
We'd gotten Chinese Takeaway and were sitting around a large, massive oak table, the edges already splintering and the wood having turned a dark brown.

"What?"

We'd only been chilling for the last hour after dinner, Chanyeol and Baekhyun immerged in a video game, Kai on his phone, no doubt looking at porn, Chen and D.O. talking quietly with one another while Xiumin had just stared out of the window for the entire time, not talking to anyone.

Suho shot me a long look, before sighing deeply.

"Come. I gotta talk to you."

He rose and I immediately jumped to my feet at the clear order it had been.

Suho turned and left the room, the other's not even sparing us a glance and I couldn't do anything but follow my leader through the massive halls.

Now... I could tell him about Jimin now.
We were alone.
I would see the proudness in his eyes when I- any only I, had managed to gather information about BTS.

He led me to the end of the building and I finally knew where we were heading: he conservatory. We stepped through a door, the inside of the building almost always drenched in low light, only to be bombarded by bright, startling light.

The smell of plants, wet earth and the chemical nuances of fertilizer immediately surrounded us, followed by the crushing heat.
It was like stepping out and into a jungle, only that the walls were made of glass, trapping us in a globe that stored the hot and moist air.

I loved nature, but in here, the air was hard to breath, the smell too aggressive in my nose and the plants, while blooming in all shades and colors, looked so sad to me.
Trapped in this glassy confinement, never to breath real, fresh air or feel undiluted sunlight on their leaves.

A path led right through the arrangement of tropical plants, little trees and even a little pond had been dug into it, covered almost entirely in green, gluey algae.

Suho walked in front of me at a slow pace, letting his hands slide over thick, green leaves and along the thin, grass-like fawn which would never blow softly in a fresh wind.

"You've been quiet for the last week, Bunny."

I flinched at the sudden assault of sound in the otherwise silent conservatory.
And then my stomach fell.
So one of them had noticed after all.
Perhaps that meant Suho did care...