Roses // K;th

Twelve.

Taehyung's POV.

"Aish, could this damn thing microwave any slower?" I complain.

My leftover ramen noodles are cooking in the microwave now, but the two minutes I set it for feels more like two hours.

"C'mon, I'm starvingggg!"

Ding!

"Finally, they're done!" With a look of satisfaction on my face, I open the microwave and take out the steaming strings of noodles. My mouth waters in anticipation. Mmm.. ramen noodles is my favorite food.

My hands burn with the heat, but I don't mind. All I care about is the delicious food in front of me. I set the plate down on the table and hungrily scarf down the food, barely pausing to take breathers in between mouthfuls.

"I'm a barbie girl.. In a barbie world!"

"Oh, that must be Jin." I recognize the ringtone immediately and pick up my phone to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Taehyung, can you come over now please?" Jin answers.

"Yeah sure, I'll head over now." I answer as I end the call.

I get up from the table, grab my jacket from the coat rack, and get ready to head over to Jin's house.

I step outside into the harsh winter weather and nearly turn back around inside to leave myself to my ramen. The bitter cold bit at my already pink cheeks. A shiver runs down through my body. What I would give to be back inside with my ramen..

I sigh. Giving one last longing look back at home, I trudge through the cold, praying that I wouldn't freeze to death in the middle of the road.

-

"You better have a good explanation as to why you called me over, I stopped eating my ramen to come over here." I tell Jin as I enter his lavish house. Careful not to get snow on the floors, I wipe my shoes on the doormat.

Jin says nothing, and just mindlessly walks over to the leather couch and sits down.

Confused, I tilt my head to the side. What was wrong with him? I didn't leave my ramen behind just to watch Jin sitting on the couch.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, sitting down on the space next to him.

Jin looks up and I notice red, puffy circles underneath his eyes. My eyes widen. He must've been crying, but why?

"J-jin?" I stutter, at a loss for words.

He suddenly starts breaking down in a fit of sobs.

"I- my- it's just-" Jin blubbers as his shoulders heave up and down.

"Here, I'll go prepare you some tea, try to calm down while I do so." I say, concern edging in my voice. It's time for me to be the eomma for Jin.

I walk into the kitchen and grab a tea bag. Since I have been over many times, I know my way around well. I start filling up a mug with hot water, and set it in the microwave.

Beep beep beep.

The timer was set for two minutes.

While I wait for the tea, my gaze looks around Jin's kitchen. It wasn't anything fancy, like you might expect from someone who did live in a mansion, but it did have strange light pink floral wallpaper that was dotted with a kitten border around the trim. A baking mixer was set on the counter, along with miscellaneous things, such as reading glasses, spices, oven mitts, mints, chewy fruit candies, and miniature Super Mario figurines set on the window sill.

Something out of the ordinary catches my eye. A bulletin board is pinned onto the wall beside the fridge, and on it are pictures of Namjoon. As I move closer, I see red x's marked onto the photos, and thumbtacks surrounding them. Why does Jin have this? I know that Jin is a bit...interesting, but even this is a stretch from his usual personality, which is positive and cute.

Ding!

Averting my eyes from the bulletin board, I take the steaming mug of herbal tea out of the microwave and enter the living room. Jin's eyes were still red, but he wasn't breaking down in fits of sobbing anymore.

"Here's your tea." I hand the cup to Jin, which he gratefully accepts.

"Thank you, Tae. I shouldn't be making you do all this work, I'm the eomma after all." Jin replies, his usual personality reappearing.

I smile my rectangular smile and playfully punch Jin in the arm.

"Yah, Tae! Don't hurt my precious skin, it needs to remain flawless!" Jin yelps, pulling his arm away.

"Sorry, Jin." I say, my cheeks reddening.

"Don't worry about it, Tae." Jin says, sipping his tea with a satisfied slurp. (Lol why am i cringing?)

"Can I ask you a favor? Will you please hand me my hand mirror? It's over in the kitchen on the counter." Jin requests.

"Sure." I comply, getting up to grab the mirror.

I head into the kitchen and spot the mirror beneath a fashion magazine. As I go to grab it, my eyes wander over to the odd bulletin board by the fridge again. My muscles tense. Right, I better ask Jin about that.

"Here you go." I hand Jin the mirror as I sit back down onto the couch.

"Thanks Tae!" Jin says, as he checks his reflection in the mirror.

"Perfect, my good luck charm, my face, is still fabulous, even after all that crying." Jin says with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I muster a half smile.

"Hey, Jin? Can I ask you something?" I question, my muscles tense once again.

"Sure, what is it?" Jin asks, still looking in the mirror.

"Why do you have pictures of Namjoon with red x's through them on that bulletin board in the kitchen?" Hesitantly, I ask him, not wanting to make him cry again.

Jin pauses mid action. He snaps the mirror shut.

"Well, today Namjoon called me and told me that he had lost interest in me and didn't want to be together with me any m-more. And I have no idea why, just yesterday he was bubbly and said he would never trade our love for anything, and now he's gone." Jin answers, tears forming around the corners of his eyes.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry Jin, I-I had no idea.." Taehyung drifts off.

"It's alright, I just need to learn to move on, there are plenty-" Jin starts, but I am lost in thought.

What had happened to Namjoon?

A/N: Namjin anyone? Word count: 1104.