Maybe I'm not Worthless (A Jimin and BTS fic)

The Goodbyes

:final official chapter guys y'all ready?:
Jimin pov~

I woke up bright and early to the sound of Namjoon shaking me. "Come on Jimin it's almost noon we have to pack before the other groups get here so that we can party one last time," Namjoon said smiling. I nodded and got up. Namjoon rushed downstairs after throwing me some clothes. I put on a red and black striped sweater and some jeans and left my shoes and socks off. Everyone remembers that I hate shoes. I brushed my hair and teeth and ran downstairs.

"Hey Jimin before you run across the street to pack have some breakfast with us! And where are your shoes young man?" Jin said pointing his spatula at me. "You know I hate shoes Jin," I said taking a seat with the other members. Jin served us one by one and we all sat down. "This is our last breakfast in this house guys. In this town in fact at least for a while. So enjoy," Jin said smiling. Everyone ate quickly but still enjoyed their food. I ate diligently but slow. It's been a long time but my body was taking food now. I didn't feel sick anymore unless I ate too much or too quickly. Then I would feel sick. It's hard to think that only a year ago I couldn't eat anything without feeling guilty.

I felt so happy about what I've accomplished since then. We finished in about twenty minutes and I helped Jin wash the dishes. I grabbed a bunch of boxes and went out the door ," I'll be back guys I'm gonna go pack," I said closing the door behind me. I quickly ran across the street ignoring how hot the street was on my feet. My mom kissed me goodbye last night when I went to tell her I won. I wish I could've seen her once more before I left but she was on another business trip. It was okay though, I was used to it. She wasn't always here but I knew she loved me. I ran upstairs and into my room before dropping the boxes onto the floor. I couldn't believe this was all happening. It was so fast. I starting by taking all my paintings off the wall. Each one was a different memory. These paintings got me through some dark times.

I smiled as I put them all in a box and closed it up. I put all my drawing and painting supplies in another box and put them in a corner. I cleaned off my side table and put all my clothes and shoes in another box. I threw all my makeup and morning supplies in a suitcase along with my most important outfits and hair dye.

I was pretty much done with only four boxes. I went to turn my lamp off but a bouncy ball I had on my shelf fell and hit me on the head. I saw it roll under the bed so I got down to look for it. I grabbed it but noticed there was a box under my bed I must've forgot about. I grabbed it and pulled it out. I opened the box to peer in it. I started grabbing things out. First was a teddy bear. When I was little Namjoon bought it for me when we took a trip to the forest for camping. It was my first time away from home and I was scared. I held that thing close to me the whole time.

Next I pulled out that scrap book Suga gave me. How could I forget it. It had some of my favorite memories in there. I smiled once again looking through the photos. I put that aside and took out a few more things. An award I won when I partnered with jhope for a dance, my songbook I kept a lot of music in through the years, the birthday photo of me and Jungkook that I mentioned earlier. At the bottom of the box was 7 pieces of string with beads on each one. Each bracelet spelled out a member's name. I remembered everything about it. I made friendship bracelets for all of the guys' years ago. But that day they left they threw them at me. The memory was sad but I was still smiling at all the good memories these bracelets carried with them.

I still had some more beads and string so I made 14 more. I put them to the side and put the other various items back in the box and shut it. I put it with my other boxes before grabbing the bracelets. I looked around one last time at my room. At all the memories we made in here. They all danced in my head as I looked around at the bare place I called my sanctuary.