Flowers and Broken Hearts

Wreck

Jeon Jungkook, 23, Present day

Jeon Jungkook, was a wreck.

He had been sitting outside that deranged bathroom door for hours now, waiting and listening for his upset girlfriend. He felt silly; he could just fetch the apartment keys and slam the right one into the keyhole — except, he couldn't do it. Or wouldn't do it, rather. It was wrong in several different perspectives, and since Chin was an incredibly stubborn woman, unlocking the door would make things worse than they already were.

Jungkook was more than confused as to why Chin had acted that way — it wasn't as if he commanded her to 'tell the truth and nothing but the whole truth' as people have quoted. But considering how Chin shut Jungkook off when he mentioned Jinhee's old sickness, it was probably a vulnerable and sensitive topic. Oddly, Jinhee's past reminded him of Jimin.

Running a hand down his face, Jungkook began considering his feelings. He was puzzled, shocked and upset — no point hiding that. Plus he never got his sleep, or even his breakfast. All he had was that coffee Kyungmin had made.

He was starving and worn. He was beyond tired. He needed peace.

Massaging his shoulders, Jungkook ignored the grumbling complaints of his empty stomach and the aching of his scalp where he had torn off a few strands of his ebony hair. His bottom felt dully squashed with all the waiting and sitting he had been doing; he yearned to stretch his leg and walk around — anything but sit still. He could do just that, of course, except he thought it was the best way to patch up the wounds his insensitivity had caused. He was all over the place — being bombed by the bombshell itself that was the truth had left him with no working human brain and a whole lot of unleashed inhumanity.

And so he waited, patiently and impatiently, like a lost bunny waiting for a signal.

He waited.

And waited.

He kept waiting.

The door wrenched open; the signal and reward for the bunny's patience. He sprang to his feet faster than he had ever done before, balancing his weight as he had been leaning in the door when it opened. He looked down, staring at the bare feet that now stood before him, then lifting his eyes to the glistening legs. He peeked at the towel — his towel — that barely covered Chin's inner thighs, hugging her curves and slightly shown cleavage. Jungkook gulped, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he continued to check his girlfriend out.

The lost bunny was no more; in exchange was a bunny high in humping mode.

Mating mode: on.

"Done moping around?" Chin snarled in a growling voice, then raised the towel up to cover her breast protectively. A towel was wrapped around her hair, and her eyes? Jungkook would be dead if looks could kill. The hair in the back his neck stood to the end.

Okay, maybe now was NOT the right time for mating mode.

"Well?" She tapped her foot impatiently.

Jungkook stepped aside, letting his gentleman instincts take over him, shoulders falling as all his 'modes' drained out his body. He felt hurt; that was the only feeling his senseless brain could accommodate.

He was dying to ask why she was acting that way, why Chin drank her head off last night. He wanted to ask what the hell is even going on, but he knew none of those questions would make Chin less angry. Truly, there was only one thing left to say.

"Chin, I'm sorry," Jungkook pleaded, watching as she stomped around the room, aggressively pulling clothes out drawers. "I didn't mean it."

"Right," Chin said shortly. Her tone was sarcastic. "You didn't mean it."

"I didn't," he replied hurriedly, trying to grasp her wrist in desperation. "I was shocked; not in the right mind. I wasn't even thinking straight. I know I was being insensitive, but I'm—"

"A sorry excuse for a person!" Chin shoved him away, brandishing the pair of jeans she was holding at him. Her eyes were full of tears and fire; it scared Jungkook to see her like that. "You're an insensitive asshole, with zero sense, zero humanity, and pathetic excuses and 'pitiful' explanations! What you did was inexcusable—"

"I'm not saying what I did was right, okay?" Jungkook argued, feeling crushed. His hand stung to where the jeans hit him. "I know sorry isn't enough—"

"Then stop saying it!" Chin grabbed the towel on her head then threw it on the floor in anger. Not caring whether Jungkook would see as the towel covering her followed, she shoved on her lingeries without so much of a shame on her face. She did not talk till the last strap of her brassiere snapped against her skin.

"Funny of you, demanding to know the truth," she finally said, looking deadly with her jeans in hands and the glare she gave him. "Did it ever occur to you why I never asked about Jimin?"

Jungkook looked taken aback. "Jimin's case is different."

"Different my ass. It's exactly the same! Jimin has a past, and Jinhee has one too, but in all the years we've been around each other, I never dared ask. You know why? Because I am not as insensitive as you are."

The words slapped him hard, and yet he didn't know what to say. "I—"

"You know what?" She interrupted, putting on her jeans. Jungkook was far too distracted with their fight than the sight of Chin naked in front of him. Besides, he'd seen it before. "Let's just forget this day ever happened."

"And leave the issue unresolved?" He found his voice, and resorted to picking up the towels off the floor, slinging them over his arm. "You know that's impossible."

"Whatever." She had finished dressing up in her hoodie, and had started combing her hair aggressively with a random hairbrush she saw on the dresser. "I don't care."

Jungkook huffed in annoyance. "Can't we just talk about this calmly?"

Chin had enough. She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and had slung on her schoolbag. "No. I'm going."

Blinking in surprise, he momentously stared at her. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing going out clothes. "Going? Where?"

"Home," Chin answered, striding out the room with her sneakers in hand. Her socks dangled from one finger. "I heard Dad's 'missing' me. And Mom's back from whatever country she travels from."

Following her around as she took her stuff, Jungkook looked stumped. "How long?"

"A week. Maybe more. I don't know, and I don't care."

He stopped in his tracks when Chin opened the apartment door to step out. "B-but that's so long."

"Is it?" Chin smiled, a sad, sickly sweet smile. Her hand lingered in the doorknob. "Bye, Kook."

The door slammed after her. Then she was gone.