nearly two weeks both namjoon and jimin hadn't exchanged words to each other, they simply passed by the other in complete silence.

namjoon hardly had any human interaction. his room was shut, as he fully engrossed himself into his work.

namjoon's frustrated screams were the only indication that he was alive. the only sound that escaped was the crumpling of paper or the angry shouts as a vase went crashing down.

he would tumble into bed late at night doing his best to avoid all human contact. his muffled cries were never heard. namjoon could never forgive himself.

jimin rarely left his room, the encounter with his sister and namjoon had taken a toll on him. he was falling into his old ways, living on an empty stomach. he preferred to stay locked up.

he always painted his face with a fresh smile, even if the tears trickled down his cheeks, even if his heart was decaying as his thoughts ate it away.

jimin stumbled towards the mirror, he stared at his dull eyes. the dark swollen bags under his eyes popped out. his face dropped as he noticed his reflection. his reflection seemed disgusted in him. it mimicked his every action, almost mocking him, every action in tune with his. he could hardly recognize himself.

jimin pulled the handle by the mirror. the mirror opened. a variety of his pills came into his view. he scanned through shelf by shelf. he picked up the antidepressant, as he quickly scanned through the label.

he popped the lid of the container, pouring a pill into his hand. he swallowed it without hesitation. he had been around six months free but it had all been coming back.

jimin spent the majority of his time staring at the five white walls surrounding him, singing light tunes to erase his emotions. he prayed for time to drift by as he was flat on his back. his candle slowly burned down as chimerical dreams of his reality passed by.

the boys worried about both their leader and jimin. their eyes anxiously stared at their empty seats with every meal that passed, waiting for them to return. the gloom had filled the house.

the eldest hyung was the most irritable. his grouchy shrieks of terror as he bothered the others about how jimin or namjoon was doing. he was nearly done with their attitude. if they pushed him a little bit more, jin would wage panic.

the air within the household was stiff, sprinkled with ounces of tension. it was deathly silent. the happiness was vacuumed away. there were no more video game nights or movie nights. no more eat jin nights or food fights.

there was only an endless pit of darkness, as each member besides namjoon and jimin sat at the dining table without a single word escaping their pursed lips.

jin glanced from his food to them. his lips morphed into a fine line. the amount of disrespect he got. they didn't come down for a single meal. how dare they reject his cooking, jin cooked the fried chicken for all of them due to the high demand. jin furrowed his eyebrows as his jaw clenched.

he would give them both a piece of his mind if they didn't cut the attitude. they were acting like children and not like grown men.

jin huffed as he stomped his pink slippers. the slippers struck the ground with a thundering beat. his face burned crimson as he slammed on namjoon's door.

"namjoon you better open the door, or ill break it down myself!" jin threatened as his face flared.

jins banging got louder, the boys clasped their hands around their ears from the pounding.

"hyung go ahead and break it down!" taehyung yelled, "please save us from this pain!"

taehyung covered his ears with his hands as he prayed for his misery to end. this was more misery for the others rather than namjoon and jimin.

"fuck my ears." yoongi groaned as he slammed his head against the dining table.

"yoongi i can hear you. don't make me starve you."

jin's banging only got louder. namjoon didn't open the door.

jungkook wailed, "hyunggggg break down the door already."

jin wasn't namjoon, he didn't have the god of destruction powers. breaking down the door was a lot harder than he thought it was.

namjoon opened his eyes, jolting from his sleep. he grumbled as he rubbed his head. he was groggy as he scrambled towards the door. his head ached from the banging, thousands of needles stabbed him.

namjoon stepped back in haste, his face landed in front of jins. the anger was blaring through jin, his face only getting warmer.

"shit!" namjoon mumbled.

jin took one look at namjoon and his anger increased by a thousand. he clearly hadn't been taking care of himself. namjoon's sullen expression and his swollen face with dark eye bags spoke out to jin.

jin grabbed namjoon by the arm. namjoon's face crinkled as he made a perplexed expression, one of his eyebrows above the other.

"you can stay in your room all day. fine." jin paused as he heaved heavy breaths, "but if you don't come down to eat we are going to have a problem!"

"have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror. jimin's not gonna apologize to your ass. he wasn't the dumb drunk."

namjoon winced as he gulped. jin continued to lash out at him. each word took a blow at him.

"it's been two god damn weeks. you think the rest of us are happy. both of you are brothers to us. stop being so selfish."

jin banged on jimin's door. jimin raced to the door in worry. he heard the loud commotion from the outside.

jin eyes enlarged as he took one look at jimin. jimin looked far worse than namjoon. they both looked dead. jin was pissed, neither had been taking care of themselves.

in a fit of anger, jin grabbed namjoon once again by his arm. he pushed namjoon inside and slammed the door shut.

"don't fucking come out until you fix your problems."