abstract | jungkook

Chapter Fifteen

Standing in Jungkook's doorway, I watch closely as he struggles to zip his suit case filled with everything he would need on his travels to Korea.

"Dara can you help me?" He asked in a strained voice that, despite my depressed state, made me smile.

"Sure." I trudged over to the bed with slumped shoulders as Jungkook told me to sit on his suit case to push the top down while he was finally able to zip it all the way.

He offered me a hand, helping me off the bed while he picked his suit case up in the process. "I'm going to miss you," I almost face palmed my self hearing the slight crack in my voice as I spoke.

"I-"

"You guys almost ready?" Yoongi's voice interrupted coming from downstairs.

Jungkook fumed, yelling back out the door. "Just give us a minute!" I hadn't realized the way I cowarded away from him, afraid to get too close for I would end up breaking in front of him.

"I am happy for you, you know." I whisper, trying hard not to choke myself.

"I'm sorry." He took my arms, wrapping them around his waist while his held my face into his body.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I whimper, feeling physical pain at the idea of him leaving. We stood in this position for several minutes, the reality of what was happening hitting us both. "Let's go downstairs."

Jungkook nodded softly, tears brimming his own eyes as he allowed me to walk out the door first so he could wipe his eyes to gain conposure.

I broke down right then and there when I witness Yoongi engulfing Jungkook into a large brotherly hug. Both of them clinging to each other with Jungkook's soft sniffles being heard from behind Yoongi. He ruffled Jungkook's hair, pushing his form over to my crying one.

I dove into his chest as if it were the last time I'd ever see him. "Don't forget about me." I sobbed, clinging to him for dear life.

He took my face in his hands, using his soft thumbs to wipe my tears away. "How could I forget the girl that saved me?" I hold in my sobs as Jungkook pressed his lips sweetly to mine, savoring the moment like it was our last.

Pulling away, he chose not to look at me as he went out the front door, afraid to turn around and face my broken state as he crawled into his car, speeding off to the airport where I didn't know if I'd ever see him again.

Yoongi dragged me away from the front door, shutting it behind us. No words were exchanged between Yoongi and I as we entered the kitchen.

He held me against him, knowing better than to say anything as he rubbed my back soothingly allowing me to sob silently into his shaking chest.