A Flower of...Love

15- Petals

1452 words

Time Skip-2 weeks later

Third Person's POV

It's been two weeks, but Namjoon never came back to ask Jimin about Jin. Namjoon didn't call the police either. Jimin would know if he did; they would come and question Jimin about Jin, he is an important witness.

At this point Jimin didn't know what to think anymore.

Whether to be happy that he didn't have to come up with lies for Namjoon,

or to be worried that Namjoon has been gone for 2 weeks without any news.

He doesn't know anymore.

Jimin was in his room, looking at the pictures of Yoongi and him together. There were more than 200 pictures in that album, but it doesn't seem to be enough. Yoongi's smooth white skin, soft plump lips and shining eyes called out to Jimin through his phone screen, begging him to kiss him or touch him.

Jimin smiled bitterly at those photos, sliding his fingers across the screen, desperately trying to imagine the feeling of Yoongi's skin, but with no sign of success at all. Instead of the warm feeling of a human's skin, all Jimin felt was the cold hard touch of the phone screen.

Tears were threatening to fall, only holding back when Jimin heard the doorbell ring.

He had no idea who it was, but he didn't care anymore, he went out and opened the door to whoever it might be.

"Huff...puff... you thought I forgot didn't you? Jimin."

Jimin widened his eyes at the person standing in front of him, but he wasn't sure if that was the right reaction.

"Nam...Namjoon? Where have you been?" Jimin backed away, allowing his friend to come through.

"Hmph. Don't try to act nice. I am only here to ask you about Jin. You are just my source of information." Namjoon kicked off his shoes and walked in, sitting down on the chair he sat on 2 weeks ago.

Jimin was upset about Namjoon's attitude, but he couldn't blame him completely. Wouldn't he act the same if he was in Namjoon's place? If Yoongi was the one missing?

"Please hyung, just tell me where you've been. I was worried. We are...friends, right?" Jimin nearly choked on that word, he still sees Namjoon as a friend, but he wasn't sure about Namjoon's feelings.

Namjoon snickered at Jimin's words.

"Ha! Friends? I wouldn't say that if I were you. Well, we will be friends...again, only if you tell me about Jin. Now."

Jimin took a deep breath. I shouldn't be scared, there's nothing to be scared of. Everything will go fine.

"You will know." He looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. "In about 2 minutes."

"Seriously? Are you still playing games with me? You lied to me before, why should I believe-"

Namjoon was interrupted by a phone ringing. Jimin looked a bit shocked, but immediately smiled afterwards.

"Jesus, not this again!"

Namjoon took his phone out from his pocket, but he was a bit rushed so the phone was constantly stuck in the fabric, he struggled a bit to take it out completely.

When he finally did, he used too much force that the phone flew out of his hands, hit the wall...

...and smashed the wall.