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Ch17 ~ Glass...

After Yoongi and Jimin had left the kitchen, it was more than likely that Jin had started throwing things to vent his anger out on, Jimin knew this because of the screaming and the sound of pots and pans being thrown onto the marble floor in the kitchen. Despite Yoongi's rare visits outside his bedroom, Yoongi remained unphased by the loud noises of anger in the kitchen. Jimin on the other hand was a little more than phased, he was terrified of the amount of heat radiating from his older colleague. He'd never seen Jin so wound up in a way he was on the very verge of breaking. So wound up in fact that he'd even dared to look Yoongi right in the eyes and speak to him as if he was beneath him, when it was obvious in the way they were dressed that Yoongi was higher up in the ranks. 

"Sort him out." Yoongi commanded his organ donor as they wheeled away from the servant's kitchen. "He shouldn't be able to talk to me in such a rude and provocative way." Yoongi sounded pissed, he needed some time to cool off before he ever went back into that room to see Jin. It seemed that everyone was showing their alter egos today.

"Y-yeah..." he answered shakily, letting go of the handles on the wheelchair as he opened the door to the young bachelor button's bedroom. "I'll talk to him in a bit..." 

~♧~

Jin threw a pan onto the floor, screaming with rage as he cried out angry tears. Frustration laced in every drop of blood in his body, his anger not even beginning to diminish as he banged his fists on the wood of the table. He bawled out in hot tears and cursed his emotions for being so difficult to suppress. He felt like a teenager again, crushing on someone and not being able to contol the feelings that came with it. He hated it, not being in control. In the kitchen he was always in charge of everything, he kept things in strict order and he organised everyone so that they knew what to do... but it wasn't the same with Namjoon. No matter what he did he couldn't find it in himself to hold his emotions, he couldn't find the remote to change the way he saw him. It was like his mind went on auto pilot the minute he set eyes on the tanned landscape artist, an auto pilot being a sloppy, unorganised, heart palpitating mess on the kitchen floor. Chef Seokjin couldn't even begin to counter it.

And it was getting more and more of a gargantuan task everyday. More and more herculean a job to keep his feelings in tact.

He threw a glass cup across the room and immediately regretted it. He wasn't himself and that glass cup probably belonged to someone important, he stupidly tried to pick up the brokeb pieces and cut himself of the sharp, shiny glass. It was a beautiful thing, shattered glass. It was so glisteningly beautiful and yet so dangerous even to the most careful of touches. He observed the blood seeping through his index finger, watched it trickle down from the strange bend below his nail and pool on the marble floor.

"HYUNG!" Namjoon charged into the kitchen, alarmed at the mess and even more shaken that the chef was a watching himself bleed instead of tending to his wound. Jin raised his gaze so that his line of sight met Namjoon's, he watched as Namjoon looked horrified at the mess. "Oh my God what happened in here?!" He rushed to Jin's side and took his bloody hand. "Jesus, why is there so much blood? Let's clean this up..." Jin didn't look away as Namjoon tried to help him up. He led him to the table and sat him down, only to rush out the door to get the first aid kit from one of the maids. He came back and Jin was crying silent tears with ease, not even breathing as heavily as he did before.

He didn't even flinch when Namjoon took out the rubbing alcohol to clean his wound, rubbing it into the cut as carefully as he could, hoping he wasn't hurting him with the amount it took for the wound to stop bleeding so much. Jin didn't move a muscle, just sat there staring at nothing in particular. "Hyung..." Namjoon started again, swallowing as he readied his question. He sighed and bandaged up the cut, preparing himself for whatever answer he was to get. "...hyung what happened?" He was still holding Jin's glass cut hand.

"Nothing..." Jin pulled his hand away and wiped the dried tears from his system. "...it's nothing." He got up and started cleaning up the kitchen again, the glass now being swept up by an old broom. He decided, he wouldn't remember the incident that had happened in the kitchen just half an hour before the gardener arrived. Decided he'd wipe it from his memory, maybe then he could forget he had feelings for Namjoon altogether.

"If it's nothing why on earth do you look so miserable right now?" He questioned, getting up as he watched Jin sweep up his shattered mess, perhaps trying to collect himself as he did.

"I'm fine ok?" Jin insisted. "Leave me be, I need to clean all this up before someone asks me what happened in here."

"Hyung please..." Namjoon approached, grabbing the broom and tossing it aside and grabbing Jin's arm, pleading he'd at least hint at the reason the kitchen was such a disaster. "I am genuinely concerned, at least tell me you're not hurt anywhere else..." he looked deep into Namjoon's eyes and tried to speak his mind, chin trembling as he felt liquid accumulate in his lower eyelids again.

There's pain everywhere.

My heart hurts the most since I know I'm not ever going to be able to put my pride down long enough to tell you...

how much I adore you...

the joy I feel when you're around...

that fluttery feeling in my chest every time I stare out the window and you're there...

tending to the plants...

how happy I am that I was ever assigned to this part of the Mins' houses...

how painful it is that I love you with every dying breath...

"I'm fine..." but in the end, he couldn't do it. "...just, cut myself on a little glass... don't worry about me..." it was a good thing Namjoon wasn't stupid enough to believe that obvious a lie...