A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

8 ~ Haunting Comments

I don't bother to comment on anyone's eating habits during lunch, just observing everyone carefully, taking interest in the fact that it's completely silent the entire time. I know many of them have been placed on heavy drugs, many of which were administered this morning, meaning that everyone's eating habits are off today in comparison to what the should be with the exception of Yoongi. Even he doesn't eat much though, and I have an idea that it has to do with the level of stress he's feeling with having everyone back home and in arms reach again.

"Okay, you're all free to go continue working on unpacking or do whatever you please if you've finished already. I will say, however, that I have locks on certain drawers and cabinets in the kitchen which have been done for a reason. I will be going around this evening to check each bedroom for certain items as well, and, Jin, I'll be checking you directly for any new scars tonight. I do not plan to monitor you all or babysit you all as though you're little kids. We're all adults here, and I'd like to continue to treat you all as such." I speak up as I begin collecting dishes from everyone once we've finished. I don't miss the way Jin's head ducks at being called out, but I'm not about to sugarcoat things either.

"Jimin, please hang back for a moment." I request just before he can set foot on the stairs. It has everyone turning to look at Jimin, only Yoongi glancing in my direction instead with a saddened answer worried expression. I give him a small smile and a nod though, at he lets out a small sigh before continuing up the stairs with the rest of the boys, everyone's motions much slower this time. Jimin merely stays stood at the foot of the steps though, pursing his lips as he turns to look over at me. I do the same to him as I had with Yoongi, before returning to what I'd been doing.

"What do you want?" I manage to catch the other mutter unhappily, hearing his footsteps heading in the direction of the island so that he can take a seat. I glance back at him at this, eyebrow quirked, before continuing to bring dishes over to the kitchen so that I can begin cleaning up the mess from lunch.

"I want to talk with you about what happened. About all of the hate you were getting, about what happened between then and the concert where you slipped, what happened between then and now. I know you probably don't want to discuss the matter, and it's not a pleasant topic, but you were the start of the downfall of this band, and without understanding that, I can't do a whole lot to help everyone nor will any progress everyone makes be sustainable otherwise." I explain in a casual tone, acting as though we were talking about nothing more than the weather.

"Why should I talk to you about any of that? It's not like you care and it won't change anything." Jimin counters in a bitter tone, and when I glance back in his direction, he's no longer looking at me. I hum in thought at this, nodding lightly as I continue cleaning, beginning to think he may just be more comfortable with this if he doesn't have to face me head on about it.

"You're welcome to believe as you will whether I care or not. I should point out, however, that Yoongi most certainly cares. And I'd imagine the rest of your band does as well, for the way they all deteriorated after your own collapse. Discussing this with me may not change the past, but it will most assuredly change the current trajectory of this band. Do tell me if I've got it wrong, but I do believe you care a fair amount for the others in your band. If you don't, of course, you're welcome to head back upstairs and do as you please though." I counter, continuing to maintain a casual atmosphere about this conversation.

"Why would this conversation change anything with the others?" His voice is much more tentative this time, and I can feel the way his entire energy has shifted at what I'd pointed out. I finally turn around this time, feeling his gaze on me and confirming the fact once I'm facing him. I simply lean back against the counter beside the dishwasher that I've loaded up, stuffing my hands into my front pants pockets as I shrug.