Flowers and Broken Hearts

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Jeon Jungkook, 23, Present day

Jungkook had just ended his call with Chin when Jimin knocked on the guest room's door. Not that he was lying to Chin about Jimin being there; he had heard Jimin lumbering out his bedroom calling out for Jungkook. He was quite surprised actually. Jimin's "phases" tend to last a whole day or more. Today's phase ended in less than three hours.

Jimin's head poked through the door before he let half his body in. His bandaged wrists showed as he clasped the door tightly. "Hey."

"Hey," Jungkook threw his phone on the bed without so much a backward glace. The other watched as it bounce once, twice. "You're alright now?"

He fiddled with the knots of the bandages on his wrist. "Yeah," he cleared his throat awkwardly, calling the raven haired boy by his old nickname. "Kook, I'm - I'm sorry."

"It's fine, hyung. Its not like you could control it." He opened the door to let Jimin in, but Jimin stayed exactly where he was. There were dark bags under his eyes, and his golden hair has dulled greatly.

Jimin looked at him. "Did I hurt you or anything?"

"Nope," Jungkook pointed his thumb at Jimin's bandages. "You hurt yourself though."

Jimin's face darkened and his gaze dipped. "I know."

Silence grew as none of them talked; only the cold gentle humming breeze from the AC could be heard.

Why though? Why'd you do it? Jungkook tilted his head, watching him. He wanted to ask about it, about those things stopping Jimin from having a normal life, but he suppressed himself. Nothing good would happen of he asked about it now.

What happened, Jimin?

The older's head raised, then looked at Jungkook once more, eyes twinkling with hope behind those dull golden hair. "Are you staying the night?"

He shrugged. "I was just thinking about it. But if you want to . . ."

"You can stay," Jimin had smiled. It lit up his face, eyes disappearing into crescents. "We can do the usual stuffs you and I always do whenever we stay at one's place - games, pizza, the works."

"Sure," Jungkook grinned. It has been so long since they had a sleepover. The last time had been at America, almost 6 years ago. "I'll order the pizza. And Chinese takeout! Man, I missed those."

"I'll get the games," Jimin almost jumped with excitement. He was already moving towards the TV stand's drawers, where he kept their games. He looked back to where Jungkook stood unmoving. "Move it, Kook!"

Jungkook smiled, almost giddily. He turned and search for his phone, where it had slid underneath the rumpled comforter.

Normal.

It felt like everything was normal.

But it wasn't. He dutifully reminded himself as he searched for near pizza shops through his phone. It wasn't normal.

In fact, if anything more, it felt fake.