Flowers really do know what love is (Junghope)

✿6.

It was almost a year ago. Jungkook had walked into the dorm and found everything wrecked. There was yelling so much yelling. Jimin stood outside the kitchen doorway his eyes a little puffy and sniffling, the magazines that should have been on the coffee table shoved on the floor haphazardly, the door to the closet was missing its door knob, the lamp shade ripped to shreds, and the yelling, the yelling was so loud.

"Why won't you talk to me? Can you just open your fucking mouth at the right time for once? This is going to tear me apart your one of my best friends and you're sitting here crying and you won't let me help!"

Jungkook didn't go in the kitchen he was too scared to. There was sounds of silverware being thrown around,a glass shattering on tile, a wooden chair being slammed against the marble counter.

Jungkook took to carefully wrapping his hands around Jimins body and rocking him back and forth. He didn't say anything. What would he have said? He couldn't apologize for this.

These thoughts of how to take a grip on the fight in the other room were interrupted by none other than silence.

A weak,ruffled voice, one he had never heard before, filled up the entire dorm with such a suffocating aura he had to slam his eyes together to keep from crying.

  The voice was intoxicated with the venom of hurt and it belonged to Hoseok.

"There's a infinite amount of reasons why I'm keeping myself like this. Keeping myself from you. You don't get to barge into the dorm and destroy things like this. You don't get to decide what I do. Even if what Im doing is the wrong thing to do, you can't decide for me. If I were you I'd get the hell out of here before everyone gets back and figure out what the hell is getting at you for you to act like this. Get out, now, before I decide to shove that chair you threw down your fucking throat."