Jungkook's POV:
"The plane will now departure in fifteen minutes." I heard the flight attendant say.
"Jungkook!" I heard a familiar voice call out.
Jimin's POV:
"One ticket to Busan." I told the worker.
I knew Jungkook was going there. Where else would he go? He didn't have anyone else besides us and his family.
The last boarding number got called and I got up. I went inside the plane and started looking.
I looked for him and found him.
"Jungkook!" I called out.
He looked up at me.
Jungkook's POV:
I looked up at him. There he was, the love of my life, running after me after I had broken his heart.
I was shocked. I couldn't beleive he was here, for me.
"Jungkook get up." He demanded.
My thoughts told me no but he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
He got my bags and started walking out the door. I stood there in the middle of the aisle, not moving.
He looked back and grabbed my hand. He dragged me off the plane.
We were outside near the gate again.
"Jimin, I can't." I told him.
"I can't either!" He yelled.
"I can't loose you! I can't let you leave because I love you and I know you love me too!" He yelled again.
"I don't.." I whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"I don't love you! Can't you see! This is why I'm leaving you because I don't love you! Because I don't want to be with you!" I yelled as my voice cracked.
"Jungkook-ah. I know you. You do it's okay I love you too." He said softly.
"I don't want to be with you!" I pushed him.
He came back to me and hugged me.
"Stop. Stop telling yourself lies." He whispered.
"If you really don't love me, if you hate me that much, you wouldn't be here! You wouldn't be out of that plane." He pulled away.
"You're right." I sighed. I grabbed my bag and walked towards the door again.
He grabbed my arm again.
"Jungkook. Say it." He looked into my eyes. "Say you don't love me."
"I dont! I don't love you and I never will!" I looked down.
"See you're lying! You can't even look at me!" He cried.
"I don't want to be with you. So please don't make this any harder, we can't take this any farther and I know there's nothing that I could've changed." I cried too.
"Please." He started.
"I came here for you. I'm not leaving without you." He insisted.
"I'm sorry, but you are." I pushed him again.
"I got a ticket to Busan too! So whether you like it or not I'm going with you!" He yelled.
I looked back and there it was. He held his ticket in front of me as he walked up.
"Flight 287 is now departing." I heard the intercom go on.
