The Project // Jikook

Chapter Twenty-Five

[It's Time To Wake Up]

Jungkook

One month later.

We sat in class as Ms. Westwood made a huge deal out of collecting our packets. 

"I hope you enjoyed this experience, even though I'm sure some of you hated it," She tells us as she walks down the aisles. 

I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything more. Fuck, I don't wanna go home. 

"Jungkook, you okay?" Jimin asks from beside me. He squeezes my hand, and I nod. 

"Yeah... Just sad that it's over," I whisper, handing my packet to Ms. Westwood. 

"Me too, but we can still see each other," He smiles at me, his eyes getting smaller and smaller.

I'm not sure how... But I'll find a way. 

Class ended and I walked back with Jimin somberly. He was in a good mood, smiling and talking to me as I tried not to cry. 

One. Two. Three. Four. 

"Kook? I think you're spacing again," Jimin giggles. I laugh with him, blowing it off before opening the door to the dorm one last time. I walk in, most of our things had been packed over the weekend and were already dropped off at our homes. We separated to check our rooms, making sure we didn't leave anything. 

I sat down on the bed and broke down. I cried quietly, rubbing my palms over my eyes. 

"Babe, I have-" Jimin suddenly stops himself. I look at him, breathing heavily and notice that he's holding one of my shirts. 

"You can keep it," I whisper, rubbing my eyes as I stand up. 

"What's wrong?" He asks, coming over to me. He places my shirt on the bed and wraps his arms around me. 

"Nothing, I just-Fuck, I really can't go back," My voice breaks suddenly. I pull him into me, my head on his as I hold him tightly. 

"I know you might not like it at home, but your parents still love you. They're just... Caring for you in a different way," He whispers. I sob harder.

What can you expect? He doesn't know... Only Tae does and I swore him to secrecy. 

"I know," I whisper, controlling my breathing. I take a deep breath and pull away, a shaky smile on my lips. His face is blurry. "We won't be able to see each other as often."

At all.

"I know, it's okay. We'll still hang out whenever we can," He smiles at me, using his thumb to wipe away my tears. "Come on, the boys are waiting for us outside."

He grabs my shirt from the bed, putting it into his bag before turning back to me. He grabs my hand and leads me outside. The boys greet us as we all head toward the bus stop. 

"Yo, Kook, come here," Tae says, pulling me away from Jimin. We walk behind the group, their loudness covering up our absence. 

"Yeah?" 

"What are you gonna do?" He asks. "I mean you have to go home but-"

"Tae, there's nothing I can do," I whisper, trying not to cry again. 

"I can't let you go back there," He says, looking over at me. I lock eyes with him, unsure of what I should say. 

You can't do anything. You tried already.