Every day was always changing slightly.

It was either recording or filming, dance practice or vocal practice, concerts or fan meetings.

Time for them was rare but none of the members really cared.

They were living a dream, right?

But Jimin felt dull.

For him everyday was the same.

Day by day nothing seemed to change.

No, he wasn't thinking about his schedule.

Yes, there was always a difference.

He was talking about emotion, pain, frustration and all their allies.

All these feelings were making a great job in making him feel worthless, making him feel unwanted and unloved.

Why?

That was the real question.

Deep down he knew it wasn't true.

He knew he was loved.

By his parents, by s, by his fans...

Still, his heart and mind were playing tricks on him.

Because the love he wanted the most, the love that he needed was Jungkook's.

A craving with no chance of fulfillment.

'Just close your eyes...' He told himself

But he didn't expect the pain to fade.

He didn't expect relief because no matter what he did...

It's an agony.

His agony.

The words Jungkook had said hurt.

He should have been used to it.

He wasn't.

It's true; Jungkook had always been like this when it came to Jimin.

He seemed to love to make fun of Jimin.

As if he had fun while hurting Jimin's feelings.

To Jimin it seemed like mockery, disrespectfulness maybe even hatred.

To Jungkook it was a way of teasing, a way to be close maybe even a way of showing his affection towards Jimin.

But Jimin was no mind-reader.

All he saw were the younger’s actions, not his intentions.

So he was hurt.

And Jungkook realized that.

That morning Jimin hadn't been showering annoying him with his closeness.

The bright smile that was always on his face was there but to Jungkook it looked fake.

For a very little moment Jungkook thought he could see right through Jimin's facade.

Could see Jimin's bruised and scar-covered soul.

For a mere second he thought he could see all the pain in Jimin's eyes.

All the unspoken questions lingering in Jimin's head.

For the split of a second he thought he could understand Jimin.

Felt as close to him as never before.

And then, it was gone.

Just like that the invisible connection that seemed to have been there vanished into thin air.

Jimin's eyes turned to creases as he laughed.

The mask was back on.

There may come the day that we want to let go of all our secrets, want to put down the mask we wear.

But at some point we won't be able to put it off without ripping parts of our skin.

Jimin wore that mask too long.

But instead of cracking it started to melt into him.

At some point, Jungkook feared, he wouldn't be able to tell whether Jimin was true to him or just pretending.

At exactly that point when Jimin wouldn't be able to put his mask down without ripping parts of his skin.

Since Halloween was approaching their manager had decided to make another dancer version of War of Hormone,

although the dance version outside was just updated a week before.

It should be a Halloween version, of course.

They all dressed up as something supposed to be scary or at least funny.

Namjoon was a vampire, fake blood on his fake fangs, a black cape and clothes like a gentleman of the 17th century.

Seokjin dressed up as the always drunk Jack Sparrow, staggering and tripping from time to time while dancing.

Yoongi turned into Chucky the murder-doll, with scars on his face and a big knife in his hand.

'I wouldn't even need scars drawn...' Jimin thought absentmindedly.

Jimin himself was Charlie Chaplin - due to his living era in black and white - with a fake mustache, a bowler and a walking stick.

Hoseok played a prisoner in typical black-white stripes and a sign with his criminal number.

He really was too happy for that role.

Taehyung incarnated The Joker, his new hobby being to say: "Why so serious?“

And Jungkook embodied death himself, a brown coat with a huge hood, pale face black-rimmed eyes and a whip.

While dancing Jungkook fumbled with his whip, trying to make it snap and hit the ground hard.

Though it worked from time to time, most of the time Jimin stood on it and once it even hit Jimin who of course just continued to dance.

Right then, Jungkook had an idea.

This whip would hurt, right?

And pain seemed to be what Jimin searched or needed.

So instead of returning it with the rest of his outfit he hid the whip under his jacket to take it with home.

'I wouldn't let you cut again, Jimin-hyung.'

Like this he headed straight to Jimin's room instead of his won and waited for the shorter to come.

Jimin, who didn't expect Jungkook to be in his room, was startled.

"Jungkookie?" He asked, closing his door.

"Something is off. I saw it. This morning. It was short but it was there. You're not alright." The youngest said, his voice firm but silent.

Jimin thought about denying it but it would be no use.

Jungkook knew he cut, he knew Jimin pretended way too often.

He wouldn't believe Jimin and he would be right with it.

So Jimin kept quiet.

"I am right..." Jungkook said before hesitating.

He was afraid that he would be the reason again.

"You... want to talk about it?"

Jimin's eyes teared up as he shook his head.

'Stop being so caring. It hurts.' He thought, quietly bleeding on the inside.

"Then be honest at least. Did you... think about cutting again?"

Jimin bit his bottom lip, his gaze at his feet never once looking up at Jungkook.

One seconds, two seconds, three seconds.

Still no respond.

Ten seconds, eleven seconds, twelve seconds...

A tiny - barely noticeable - nod.

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A/N: Updated in less than a month! And a little longer. ^-^ I have vacation xD

Love y'all! <3

Here the link to War of Hormon Halloween version for those who don't know it or just want to watch it again now xD

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxEly3yz-1g