One Hundred Kisses - BTS

12: Namjoon?

Sasha ran over to Hoseok, observing his state. A sigh of relief washed over her as his condition was not critical. Kiss could feel heavy amounts of stinging coming from her arm, and a dull ache was located where she had been hit by the creature.

Carrying a limp Hoseok on her back, Sasha shuffled her way to Kiss. She helped her sit up as she examined her wounds.

"You shouldn't have interfered," Sasha pursed her lips. "That was my battle to fight."

Sasha slowly healed Kiss' wounds with the newfound power she had gained. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead, as it took much concentration.

"I really didn't want to see you dead," Kiss muttered, wincing at the pain.

After Sasha did what she could, she picked Hoseok back up and nodded her head towards the direction of their apartment, signaling Kiss that they should head there. A treacherous walk later, Kiss headed straight for the showers.

"Clean that wound well," Sasha yelled.

"I will," Kiss tiredly replied.

***

It was dark out, and Kiss was letting loose a colorful string of curses.

Sasha said nothing.

Applying alcohol to her cleaned wound was not what Sasha wanted to do, but she didn't fully trust herself to heal Kiss only with her powers. Grunting, Kiss was fisting the towel in her hands. Her teeth were clenched, eyes reduced to slits as they were squeezed shut. Olympian healing never hurt like this had.

"Done," Sasha said. Glad it was over, Kiss' eyes popped open at the relief she felt. Once her arm was wrapped, she hopped off the counter and sighed.

"How's Hoseok?" She asked.

"He's out cold. Must've ran hard into the force field," Sasha laughed slightly, cleaning up counter. Silence enveloped the both of them.

"You want to visit him, don't you?" Sasha asked, smirking.

Prideful, Kiss scoffed, "No."

"There's nothing wrong in liking him, you know," the powerful hunter informed, washing her hands.

Kiss had no reply, unable to say anything.

"I'm gonna get some air," Kiss finally huffed, snatching a jacket. Sasha's chuckle was the last thing she heard before exiting the apartment, greeted by cold wind. Pulling the jacket closer to her body, she realized how good it smelled.

Smelled exactly like Hoseok.

Ripping the jacket off her shoulders, Kiss was tempted to throw it on the ground, but decided against it. She continued to walk, but the temperature almost froze her fingers.

"Why is it so cold? It's not even winter yet," Kiss muttered in annoyance, still refusing to put the jacket on. Kiss eventually succumbed to the cold and put on the jacket. She secretly enjoyed it, but she wouldn't tell a living soul. Letting her feet carry her, the girl was surprised when they lead her back to her apartment- with a crying Namjoon outside the door.

"Namjoon?"

His face was discolored and blotchy, looking pale and drained. His eyes were puffed up like balloons, nose red and running. Something had obviously happened between the lovely couple, and Kiss didn't have a great feeling about it.

He burst into tears after seeing Kiss.

Attempting to comfort him, Kiss awkwardly placed a hand on his back, patting lightly.

"What happened?" She asked, eyeing his shriveled form.

"Your brother is really upset," Namjoon hiccuped. "He was so stressed that he wanted to break it off."

Continuing, the crying man wiped at the waterfall of tears. "I want to help him, but it's like he doesn't want me anymore. I try to talk to him, but he gets really irritated and snaps at me!"

"He's been crying a lot," Namjoon sniffled, "and he won't tell me why."

Kiss' expression faltered. "Oh."

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, stressed.

"How about we walk to your house, yeah? You can rant along the way, and you seriously shouldn't be out in the cold," Kiss offered stiffly, worried for him.

"Thanks, Kiss."

***

Letting out a sigh, Kiss unlocked her and Seokjin's apartment door and invited herself in.

"Jin?" Kiss called out. She spotted him on his desk, writing typing furiously on a computer.

"What."

Kiss raised a brow at his tone.

"You know how upset Namjoon is?" Kiss swallowed her pride, talking to him gently.

With angry eyes, Seokjin glared at Kiss. "Yes. Can you not bother me now? I've got a lot to do."

"He was out on our fucking doorstep crying his eyes out and you're not even gonna address this?" Kiss fumed.

Jin sighed and turned his head. "What do you know about love? What makes you oh-so-much-better than me?"

Kiss bit back what she could have said.

"You don't have a damn clue on what I've been through," Seokjin muttered.

Kiss slammed her purse on the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He was like a totally different person, and Kiss was just about ready to ask the gods to chain him to the mountain with Prometheus.

Totally unlike the normal Seokjin, the stressed guy gritted his teeth. "You have no authority to talk to me like that."

"I-"

"SHUT UP!"

His voice roared so loud, the walls trembled.

"I've spoiled you and took care of you ever since they died, and now you're just gonna act like a bitch? I'm working my ass off, and you can't even appreciate that?" Jin stood stiffly, raging.

"Ever since that day you were up early, you changed, Kiss, and I'm fucking sick of it."

The silence choked Kiss.

"You changed too," Kiss countered. "Don't blame everything on me."

"So what if I've changed? We all change over time, Jin, and you need to learn how to adjust. Parents are dead? Gotta adapt. I'm different? Gotta adapt. School is stressful? Gotta adapt."

"The world doesn't revolve around you, Jin. Learn to adapt to your environment, and stop being so egocentric."

"Move on, Jin," Kiss said once she saw him expression darken. "Mother and Father are dead. You can't do anything about it."

Seokjin was shaking.

"Get out."

"You-"

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Kiss couldn't contain her anger.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she didn't realize how detrimental it was to Jin.

How blinded she was to the blistering pain that he felt.

She wasn't aware.

"You know what? I fucking hate you."

Stunned, Jin never felt so much pain in his life then he did at that time. His face contorted, and  the shining substance fell rapidly from his eyes.

"Get out, and don't come back," he whispered, slumping on his chair.

Kiss left, slamming the door behind her.

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a/n: Kiss = bitch amirite

character flaws guys.

very important to a story.