Flowers and Tattoos

Ch. 12

There is some mild talk of sensitive topics in this chapter. I won't go into full blown detail about them, but it will be brought up.

I also wanted to say that I hope you guys like the book so far and are enjoying it. Also, to everyone who is stuck at home in quarantine in not so healthy environments and in healthy environments, please stay strong. Make sure you shower, take your meds, remember to eat, and remember to get enough rest. 💜

"Jimin are you sure about this?"

"Yoongi hyung, for the millionth time I'm sure."

Namjoon just got discharged from the hospital after being there for two whole days. He had a cracked rib and they needed to make sure he was mentally stable enough to be released. Since he was too nervous to go to his own apartment, I decided to let him move in with me. My apartment only had one room so I decided to finally put the pull out sofa in my living room to use.

I cleaned it really good and put nice sheets on it. I made sure to clear some drawers in my room and make some room in my closet for Namjoon's things. I wanted to make him as comfortable as possible and make him feel more at home. The apartment was as clean as it's ever been and it was really tidy. Unlike Namjoon's apartment, mine wasn't a total mess.

Namjoon's apartment looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Glass shattered on the kitchen floor, picture frames destroyed, clothes thrown everywhere, and the bed in his room was broken. There were holes in the walls, the couch was torn, pillows thrown every where and there was beer bottles scattered around. It smelled of old take out food and moldy trash. It was really disgusting.

I felt so bad and I can't believe the neighbors didn't hear anything or call the police. How on earth did he cover all of his wounds at work? Someone had to of noticed. Well yet again, the guy's arms were covered in tattoos, but still even I could see the marks. My heart was hurting so bad and I have to assume this is why he never tried contacting me or trying to see me. Maybe Jackson was the reason why Namjoon said all of those horrible things in the first place.

Jungkook helped me pack Namjoon's things and Taehyung helped us get everything organized at my house. Jungkook came from Busan, but was dumped by his parents in Seoul when he was only 7. His parents were druggies and he's been through a lot of past abuse physically, sexually, and mentally. Poor little boy would have starved to death or kidnapped if Taehyung hadn't found him when he, Seokjin, and I were playing at the park and our ball rolled into some bushes. Tae and Jin's parents took him home and he's been with them ever since.

I don't know what happened to Jungkook's parents but they willingly gave up custody, they didn't even remember leaving him. Poor thing was just left in Seoul and luckily a good family took him in and raised him as their own. It took him a few months but he finally settled and he's the sweetest boy. Him and Taehyung are trouble makers, but still a really sweet kid.

Taehyung and I met when we were in kindergarten. He stole my race car and I cried, he felt bad and then we played together. We had lots and lots of playdates and sleepovers on the weekends. It continued all through high school, hell he even still crashes at my place a few times a month. Little shit lets himself in but I don't mind. He brings the best snacks and movies.

"I hope he turns out okay." Taehyung said, folding some of Namjoon's laundry.

"Me too. Who knows what the outcome would've been if he hadn't escaped and came here." Jungkook replied, hanging up some shirts.

"Maybe you could help him, Kook." I suggested.

He just looked at me, "What do you mean?"

I scratched the back of my neck, "Well...I mean out of all of us you're the one who knows what he went through. He'd probably feel the most comfortable speaking about it with you."