"Hyung,what's going on? Why are you packing?" Jungkook comes home to find Jimin looking grim,grabbing clothes and stuffing them into duffel bags. He dogs after Jimin as Jimin walks around the house grabbing his possessions. "Hyung,ANSWER ME."

He steps in front of Jimin to block him. Jimin just turns around and starts walking to a different part of the house. Frustrated, Jungkook grabs Jimin's wrist and spins him around. Maybe a little too hard. Jimin's shoulder smacks against a wall, but he shows no reaction.

Jimin just stands there, allowing Jungkook to manhandle him. There's no point in fighting it, he thinks. Jungkook is stronger than him and he knows it. Normally he has a temper too, they both do. But he just doesn't want to fight today.

Jungkook seems to realise that his demanding approach is not going to work, so he loosens his grip on Jimin and takes a deep breath to calm down. Jimin's determinedly not looking at Jungkook, so Jungkook gently cups his hyung's soft cheeks between his hands and tilts his face up. "Jimin hyung... please just talk to me."

Jimin doesn't say anything. It's too painful to look at the cherubic face of the boy he loves, so when he closes his eyes, the tears that have been welling up roll down his cheeks, disappearing between Jungkook's fingers. He can't believe Jungkook can be this clueless. How can he not notice they've been slowly falling apart. They fight more than anything else. The frowns last longer than smiles