Jinmin SF|OS

마흔아홉

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Seokjin looked at the empty bed and wondered where did things go wrong. He's been standing there for an hour, brain still trying to process what had happened.

His eyes shifted to the ajar door and walked slowly towards it, following a trail of heated arguments. The blonde's fingers traced over the grooves and dents of the frame before leaving, greeted by a messy living room.

Coffee table overturned, shards of glass and ceramic on the floor; there was a dull pain blossoming in his chest.

Seokjin took a minute and soaked up the scene before him, his breathing shallow. He picked up a frame on the floor, wincing as he saw the crack on  it.

The blonde was so out of it that his cheek fell numb although it was starting to bruise.

He was numb when he shouldn't be.

His bruised cheek, bloody nose and busted lip should be crying out in pain by now; maybe it's because he's used to it.

Maybe that's where things went wrong.

It was all so quick. The shoutings started at the entryway and escalated at the bedroom, only lasting a few seconds before Seokjin found himself holding his face with tears in his eyes. The blonde remained silent ever since the fight ended, doors slamming shut.

This was no time to cry, he told himself. In time, Seokjin would find where things went wrong, but for now, he'll just fix it temporarily.

"I'm sorry."

Before he could kneel down to pick up the shards, he looked over his shoulder to see his husband standing at the entrance.

"Jimin."

He had tears in his eyes and ragged breathing, hiccups catching in his throat. Jimin's balled up fists were shaking, and his whole body was just so tense; it seemed like he can combust any second.

"I didn't mean to— I just— I'm so stupid, I keep fucking up."

The blonde could only muster up a painful smile, a weak scoff leaving his lips.

"I understand if you want to leave me."

Seokjin took a hold of his lover's hand, the same hand that bruised him, and placed a gentle kiss on it. The raven's shoulders sagged, fist uncurling to gently cup the blonde's face.

"We'll work it out like we always do, Jimin."