ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ☑

Refrigerator

Jungkook's hand lifted up, but he pulled it down. He was ready in his office attire to leave Jimin's house the next morning. Thinking that it wasn't really a good idea to leave without informing Jimin, he had been pacing around. Jimin had slept quite late last night, and he was the reason why. The man had invited his friend over just so he could entertain him. And it really helped Jungkook forget about things for a short while, but as he woke up this morning, every feeling came rushing back like a trainwreck.

Nonetheless, that was his life now. Finally, he knocked at Jimin's bedroom door and it opened within seconds, making Jungkook flinch a little. "I- I am leaving for the office, Hyung. Thanks for everything. I'll come to take my stuff back in the evening."

Jimin's face was red and his eyes were barely opening, but he shook his head while clearing his throat. "Wait. Give me two minutes."

Jungkook nodded, turning and walking to the living room. In a moment, he saw Jimin rush out and dashed into the kitchen, his hair was now tied with a bandana.

Jungkook had to look away when he realized how beautiful Jimin was. It wasn't the first time that the teen had realized Jimin's heavenly beauty, but it felt different now. He got up when he learned that Jimin was starting to make toast. "Hyung," he called. 

"In a minute, Jungkook. Eat breakfast before leaving."

The boy now rushed into the kitchen, walking to Jimin and standing close to him. "I am not hungry, Hyung. I'll eat later. We get food in the cafeteria."

"My mother always says to never leave the house without breakfast," Jimin retaliated. "She says that if we eat, it makes our body happy and our day goes well. Never skip breakfast. No matter what."

Jungkook was fascinated by the words. "Where does she live?" He found himself asking. 

"Busan."

"I am also from Busan!" Jungkook's voice took a notch of enthusiasm for the first time in hours. "Where in Busan?" His eyes shone, suddenly feeling much more comfortable with Jimin. 

**

"How is Jungkook now?" Taehyung asked Jimin the moment they met in a hospital, where they had come to fix the X-ray machine. When Jimin called him over to his place so they could spend some time with Jungkook, Taehyung got to know about the situation. 

"Not sure," Jimin shrugged. "I can vouch that he isn't happy, but he would need to stay strong."

"Is he still at your place?" 

"I insisted he stay, but he said he needed to go to the office," Taehyung sighed, wanting to ask something, but he didn't know how to say it to his friend without sounding like a jerk. "Spit it out." Jimin glowered, looking at the judgemental face of his friend. 

"Don't make any advances on him, Jimin. He is vulnerable and he might regret anything if it happens."

"Do you think so lowly of me?" Jimin felt enraged. "It was so fucking difficult to keep my urges in check, but I am more than just a sex monster." He stood up and left the room. 

Taehyung sighed again, biting his lips together. 

**

Jungkook's heart was racing as he stood in front of his apartment door after returning from the office. He wanted to call Jimin and ask him to accompany him inside, but he was too skittish to ask for help after the man had already done so much for him. 

Jin didn't bother to call or text him until now. Jungkook was feeling that his heart was losing strength, as though he would fall to the ground any minute. He wasn't ready to face Jin, but when he heard voices inside the house, his fear only multiplied. Was Jin already moving out?

It gave him some courage to get inside and he spotted a stranger along with Jin examining the refrigerator. Confusion and anger crawled on him. "What is happening?!" He intoned. The well-dressed, young stranger looked at Jungkook, and then at Jin.

Jin took a moment and walked closer to Jungkook, but the latter stepped back instantly. "You are selling the fridge?"

"Yes, we don't need it anymore as I am moving back to my city."

"Did you ask me before posting the ad to sell it? We bought it together!" Jungkook yelled at Jin and then charged toward the fridge. "I am sorry. This is not for sale." He hugged the piece of metal like it was his salvation. He didn't know why he was fighting. He was perhaps defending the last shreds of his honor. How could Jin do this to him? For all Jin knew, he was in grave danger, and yet, he didn't spare one word to ask him how was he doing, and he had already decided he was tearing the house apart, moving back to the city. All those times they snuggled close and made love, cooked together, or bought furniture together. Did those months mean nothing to him? Was he planning to just leave without saying goodbye? 

"I am sorry, but I brought the loading vehicle with me. I have already paid advance to Jin. Please resolve your fights between the two of you and leave me out of it." The stranger asked Jungkook and he glared at him. 

"I. Said. No. This fridge is not for sale."

The three started arguing loudly.

After twenty minutes, it was still going before the potential buyer got tired of the drama and left after Jin returned his money.

Jungkook sat on the floor by the fridge, crying and discerning how thin the line was between love and hate. When he was in love with this man a few hours ago, he hated him now with every breath and heartbeat, passionately. 

Jin started packing his stuff, collecting everything slowly while Jungkook remained on the floor, silently staring at a spot until his eyes turned bleary. He could hear the sounds, but he didn't want to even look at the man. He felt repulsed by his own body for having sex with Jin. He hated his guts for having put so much effort into the relationship.

Crying incessantly, he passed out on the floor. 

When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by the silence and darkness of the next dawn. 

Getting his body up, he turned on the lights and surveyed the house. Jin was gone and so was almost his stuff except for a few packed bags kept in the living room corner. 

Walking into the bathroom, he took a long shower. By the time he was done, the morning light was filtering into the house.

He changed into a new set of clothes for going to the office again. There were still a few hours left, but he didn't have anything else to do. 

On sensing hunger, he remembered yesterday, which seemed like it was a long time ago. So much had happened since last night. He wondered if Jimin thought about him or felt relieved after he left, a burden. 

He had no strength to cook anything and no will to spare even one glance at Jin. He looked for his phone, which was drained.

Taking his charger and the dead phone, he threw them in his office bag and left for work in a hope that when he returned home tonight, he wouldn't hopefully see Jin for good.