* confrontation
hoseok would never hurt jimin.
those words were weak and stupid, maybe, but namjoon believed them. namjoon was certain that hoseok would never lay a hand on jimin. he hadn’t been there when the entire truth was revealed, but jimin was still here. jimin was right in front of him - broken, for sure, but alive. hoseok, even with his way of thinking, would never hurt jimin and jimin would never hurt hoseok. he knew that. he trusted that. and maybe that was why he never questioned the truth.
he watched the other collect his things. he stood up then, “i knew this would make you upset, but pretending it didn’t happen is a lot worse! i know it was stupid, but i truly believe that the two of you would be fine. god, you two were so disgustingly head over heels in love with each other that you remind me of those gross couples on the street that make you hate your entire life because you’re alone and not doing that! yes, stupid. yes, no excuse, but it is the truth! you both are stupid. so stupid to let this get between you!”
he had no idea where he was doing with this anymore, but the words just kept coming. this can’t be the end of hoseok and jimin. no. he couldn’t let that happen. “grow up! both of you! it is time to kick this in the butt and deal with it. i’m not telling you to be accepting of what he does, but you love each other! don’t even try to tell me that’s over with now because you just don’t stop loving someone! if you stop loving someone, then you never loved them at all! so just stop moping around and do something. take action!”
every single thing namjoon says-- every single fucking word-- is like salt being rubbed in the wound, only destabilizing the careful wall jimin’s built up further, the only thing that’s been keeping him from crashing down completely save for seokjin’s steady hands. it’s a mixture of horrible feelings, a toxic concoction of anger and grief, and the ghostly sensation of sinking underwater again even though it’s been weeks since what happened. it’s bringing it all back, and jimin bites back his tears with a gasp, trembling on the spot. he doesn’t want to think about that. he doesn’t want to think about hoseok, before everything happened, why did namjoon have to remind him? why did namjoon have to remind him what he lost? he just wishes namjoon would stop, stop, stop--
“grow up? grow up, namjoon? that’s what you think we need to do?” he’s yelling at the top of his lungs now, and he shoves namjoon back away from him hard, not bothering to hold back when namjoon is currently the source of all the horrible things he’s being forced to feel right now. he knows humans are fragile, he knows namjoon is particularly fragile, but he doesn’t fucking care, he just wants namjoon to get away from him. “it’s not some petty fucking fight, he kills people like me. he is a murderer, and he told me himself he wasn’t sorry for it. i heard it from his own fucking mouth, namjoon.” it hurts. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. jimin stills, taking sharp gasps of breath while the tears stream down, expression pained and accusatory.
“he called me a monster, hyung. it’s not about not loving him, because fuck you, of course i still love him. why do you think it hurts so much? it’s not about not loving him, it’s that he called me a fucking monster without even apologizing or thinking twice about it, because he cares more about killing people like me than the person behind the label. it’s so fucking more than that, fuck you. no wonder you didn’t tell me, you really are just a fucking idiot.”
he wants to order namjoon to get away from him, but he’s almost desolate already as it is, shaking on the spot with his little fists clenched.
it still hurts. why did it still have to hurt?















