Flowers

' No more information has been given on the assassination of Lee Selas this afternoon, police have been investigating but no more leads can be followed they are asking anyone who was at Jelo Clubhouse to come forward as a witne-'

MJ quickly switched of the television via the control as she fell tiredly onto the love seat, pulling out her ponytail in the process.

The thick parka provided the warmth that the house didn't seem to provide, in a way it felt like her home as she snuggled into herself like a lost child.

' I really want Panda Express though.'

' We already decided Jin Hyung would cook tonight.'

' But Hyung~'

' Don't be so disrespectful.'

MJ sighed as the squabbling of the boys inched closer to the living room. She found it hard to believe that this group was once one of the most feared in the underground.

' Does anyone smell burning?'

' I think you're just imagining things Hyung.'

The pattering of heavy footsteps passed the living room where MJ was waiting patiently for their arrival as Jin sprinted to the kitchen, a trail of footsteps following behind him.

' Yoongi did you do this?'

' I was with Hoseok throughout the night.'

An audible sigh echoed around the house followed by the scraping of chairs as the seven boy set themselves around the table chatting amongst themselves.

'So what are we going to do with this?'

' Just throw it away we don't know who's done this.'

' Are you sure you didn't do this and just forgot Jin Hyung.'

' I wouldn't just forget about something like this.'

The bickering between the boys eventually drowned into a silence as obnoxious scrapping sound bounced around the thin hallway. To the girl every noise was like a beacon which put her on edge, like a prey prepared to be stalked.

As time passed Mj grew tired of continuously glaring at the blank television screen and rose slowly from her seat, pulling down her jogging bottoms as she exited the room.

The hallway light burned at her corneas as she left the darkened room, weaving herself down the hall to the entrance of the kitchen.

Her presence was not caught by the seven boys that sat around the dinner table conversing in pointless conversation that made them laugh amongst themselves. They ate gleefully from the carefully placed plates in the center of the table, occasionally stealing food from each other.

The sight in front of her was an unfamiliar one at that, never once had she sat around a table with people who cherished her. It made her feel sick.

The bubbling concoction in her stomach turned violently like waves, sending an unnearthly nausea spread through her system.

Her fingers curled around the wood door frame with a light thump as she leaned against the beams for support. The world around her grew dark as her eyelids flickered slowly, trying to reach the light that was only inches in front of her.

' Are you okay?'

Those three words where the only thing to pass the ringing in her ears as she was snapped back into reality, the light hitting her like a tonne of bricks as she shaded her eyes.

Taehyung stood in front of her, his face etched in a type of emotion she couldn't place her finger on. Behind him was Jin who peered over his shoulder like he was watching a child play with its toys.

' MJ?'

Jimin appeared at her side, though hesitant; and placed a hand on her arm. Throughout her episode she hadn't noticed herself shaking; and even when her actions broke through her mind she couldn't stop herself.

It made questions run through her mind. Ones she never questioned before.

Why was she so angry?

Why did the sickness occur?

Why did they care?

' I'm fine.'

As a child she was always taught those two words. If she was being beaten or tortured she had those words drilled into her mind, even if everything wasn't okay.

In fact...

Nothing would be fine ever again.