Leaving

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2 Months soon passed yeah 2 months and Jungkook didn't speak a word to me unless it was for work and it just broke my heart, when I finally thought we would go back to normal it just worse. Mr Bang called us in along with the boys to tell us some news, we all sat down and listened.

"I first want to thank all of you guys for you hard work these last few months, just wanted to let you all know that BTS will be heading away to film the music video for Mic Drop and Jungkook has gotten the chance to sing with non other than Charlie Puth at the award show." Everyone clapped while I felt my word shatter from the inside, he was leaving?.. for how long? I made eye contact with him only for him to look away and it just made my heart ache more.  When the meeting was over I ran after Jungkook before he left the buliding, I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Jungkook wait please" I begged as he turned to face me, his eyes met mine while I still held on to his hand. " Please can we talk? Why did you just turn me away? We.. we were so close and that night.. we were both so happy.. why did you just shut me out so suddenly" I begged him, he sighed while looking at my hand holding his. " I can't bring you into this life Chloe it's just to much and I don't deserve to have you back" he said as he turned to the door. "No..I don't want you to go.." I said trying to not have my voice break as I wanted to cry, he turned back to me and kisses me slowly before removing my hand from his and leaving the building. Tears filled my eyes while the pain in my head came back again, the little boy came back once again and it taunted me not knowing what it was I quickly headed home and called my parents telling them about my headaches. They offered me to come over for the weekend to help decorate for Christmas and have food. I accepted and realized it was the same day the guys would be leaving to film there video and award show.  

As I hugged Jack my head was aching more then before and along with hearing the little boy I feel like something was being ripped away from me and it really ached. That night I had to take some pills to help me sleep and to stop the throbbing headache. The next morning I woke up my head spinning in my head causing me to do any normal task I would usally do very hard. I packed a small bag for me and Jack and we drove of to my parents house, as I arrived my parents welcomed me in and we talked about work. They told me they were right and I should just leave but I was not in the mood to care nor listen to what they say. As night fell I checked to see it was 8pm and I knew the boys would be heading to the airport at around 9:30, I sighed as I ate the dinner my mom prepared for me while I kept my hand on my head as it continued to throb. 
"sweetie could you grab the box of decoartions in the attic for us? Maybe it will help you calm down alittle" my mom asked me while picking up my dishes. I nod and head to the attic while still trying to massage my head from the pain. I make it in and find the box only to trip and fall down hard while walking over to it, "ouch" I whispered in annoyence while looking back and seeing a small chest with my name on it? I rub my knee as I had bruised it from the fall but then I reach for the chest and wip off the dust, and see that it is locked. So there must be a key, I get up holding the chest in my hand and begin to look around for a key. The more I looked it was useless so I just grabbed a hammer in my dad's tool box and with all my strength I smashed the lock on the chest I mean after all it's mine right? I sit down on the floor and slowly open the box, inside was a locket with "best friends" ingraved on it while on the inside was a picture of me and that boy?!

 The more I looked it was useless so I just grabbed a hammer in my dad's tool box and with all my strength I smashed the lock on the chest I mean after all it's mine right? I sit down on the floor and slowly open the box, inside was a locket with ...

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