Jin frowned at the balant disrespect from his son. The voices in his head that cause an alarm to go off — an intuition that something isn't right because Jungkook has never ever raised his voice against his father before — seems to take a backseat as anger rears its ugly head.

"Jungkook, you will not speak to me in that tone?" he said, his tone deadly calm, a bad sign that Jungkook simply ignores.

"Why not? Just because you're much older than I am doesn't mean I have no right to speak!"

Jin raised a brow. Where the fuck had this attitude even come from?

"Jeon Jungkook, not once did I say that you aren't allowed to speak. What you're doing is raising your voice at me and being disrespectful, which is just unacceptable."

"I don't care. Why should I show respect to you when you don't respect me? You keep pestering me! You keep asking me what's wrong even when I tell you all is fucking fine! Why can't you just respect my space and leave me be?" Jungkook all but yells.

"Jeon Jungkook! Mind your tone," Jin scolded, "Pestering you? I'm pestering you, is it? I've been worried about you. I've been observing you and I've noticed minor changes in your eating and sleeping habits that only added to my worry. I'm sorry if I've asked you one too many times if you're doing okay, but I'm your father and I'm allowed to worry about you. If space is what you need, you can just communicate it with me in a decent manner rather than raising your voice on me the way you are now."

"Forget it, dad!" Jungkook growled, standing abruptly from his seat and storming out of the room.

"If you would just speak to me!" Jin shouted, frustration building up.

"You wouldn't understand," Jungkook shouted back as he stomped up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

Jin climbed the stairs and stood on the other side of the door.

"Have you even tried talking to me for me to understand!?" He yelled.

Silence met him.

Jin felt exhaustion claw at him and all the anger seemed to drain out of him. He lightly brushed the surface of the door, his heart aching when there came no response from inside.

"I know you're hurting. I can see it, but I'm no mind reader. I won't know what's hurting you till you tell me, baby," said Jin, swallowing a lump in his throat, "Just tell me so I can help you. I may not be able to take your pain away but I won't allow you to deal with your pain alone. I'll be there at every step of the way. I just need you...to open up to me, baby."

Jungkook slid down the door, all the fight leaving his body as tears brimmed in his eyes. The cuts under his long sleeves never itched as bad as they did right then, reminding him of their presence.

"I don't know how to," he whispered to himself as a tear slid down his cheek.