Jungkook didn't leave his room for days .
Jimin sat , glued on the couch .
All the boys spaced tentively around him , giving him tea . Giving him space . Letting him hog the tv .
He just didn't care . Nothing mattered . Nothing was interesting .
Maybe that's what scared them the most .
He got up suddenly . All the boys head instantly turning towards him like cats catching a laser on the wall because jimin hadn't moved from that couch at all for days now .
He walked to the door , his hand against the cool brass of the handle. Namjoon stuttered
" I don't think that's a good -"
He opened the door .
Jungkook was painting , his back to the door his earphones in .
The floor was covered in ripped paper and canvases .
The room was filled with the fumes and tiny rectangles of warm light wrapped around everything in a duetof shade and sun, streaming out of the mostly closed blinds.
The lamp and covers were  sprawled on the paper blanketed floor . 
it was manic .
The music was so loud jimin could hear it vibrating out the boys head phones .
Jimin Yanked an earphone our his ear .
He didn't move his head .
But jimin had known him for too long , watching the younger boys face tense a little . It was pale , there were flecks of ink on it , bruised shadows hanging under his eyes and his long hair was messy .
" look at me ."
It was the first thing he'd said since he talked to taehyung that night .
Jungkooks hand paused on top of the canvas, turning his face to jimin his eyes to the floor .
Something sudden and hot flashed inside of the older boy for the first time
" I SAID LOOK AT ME !" He grabbed the youngers chin up .
His eyes were watery they shook as they stared into jimins dry ones . They were desperate . They were lost .
" enough ." Jimin whispered , he grabbed jungkooks paint brush out of his hand , throwing it to the floor .
Jungkook was shaking looking at the boy , the last time he saw him he was on the floor
Naked.
Exhausted .
His hair was messed up . Bruises and cuts were already forming . His eyes were so tired , too tired .
He could see bandages on his hyungs neck and arms and god knows where else .
He screamed in his sleep remembering finding him like that . He vomited sometimes.
And now he was in front of him .
" I said enough jungkook."
" I'm sorry ." Jungkook exhaled , his hands shaking. Painting stopped the shaking .
" it's pointless ." Jimin responded bluntly . And that wasn't like jimin .
Jungkook just looked at him , trying to hold back the sob . Trying to get rid of that constricting feeling in his throat .
The older boy looked at the paintings , they made no sense - they were angry red .
Jimin strode out the room , resuming his position on the couch , waiting for time to waste him away . Feeling nothing .
Even as he heard heavy breaths wheezing out the room and his hyungs rushing inside .
Nothing at all .