I do love you // Jungkook x depressed! reader

Gone

The next morning I slowly got up alongside a sleepy Jungkook. We got dressed in our deprecate bedrooms and stalked downstairs despite our fatigue. Jungkook sat down at the kitchen table and fell asleep right after. I picked up a camera and looked at it. There was a note beside it saying: Camera for Jungkook's leave.
    I picked up the camera and took a picture of the sleeping boy. I set the camera back down and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. I opened the door and saw the married couple sleeping in their bed soundly. I felt bad for waking them up but I had to. I walked up to Mr. Jeon and shook him awake. "Jungkook's leaving this morning."
    Mr. Jeon shook Mrs. Jeon awake and passed the message. Mrs. Jeon smiled and sat up while stretching. "Thank you (Y/n). Did you see the camera? I left the note in case you saw it before I woke up."
    I nodded and smiled. As I turned to leave, Mrs. Jeon grabbed my wrist and whispered "I hope you'll be happy for him. I know how close the two of you have gotten but he really wanted this." I nodded and turned before I could start crying.
    Back in the kitchen, Jungkook was half awake. He glanced up at me with sleepy eyes before setting his head back down. "(Y/n). I wanna go to bed," Jungkook whined tiredly. I giggled and ruffled his hair.
    "Too bad Jungkookie. Let's get you out of here we have to go to the airport."
    Once we passed airport security we headed to a small café in the airport. I didn't buy anything but Jungkook ordered multiple things. I took a few pictures of when Kookie was stuffing his face with danishes and cinnamon rolls. As we walked to the gate Jungkook would leave at, Jungkook handed me a muffin with a kind smile on his face.
    "Make sure to eat when I'm gone, (Y/n)," he said and leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose. I blushed and turned my face away. I could feel a tug on my shoulder where my camera was hanging and looked up to see Jungkook with a camera. My eyes widened as I stared at the lens like a deer in headlights with pink cheeks as he took a picture.
    I blushed darker and snatched the camera back. I stuck out my tongue at him playfully. He quickly leaned in and kissed me as I did so just before his flight was announced. Jungkook gave me his bunny smile before turning to walk away. I sadly lifted up the camera and took pictures as he walked to the gate. He turned and gave me a wide grin. I took a picture of that, too. Not for Mrs. Jeon though. For me.
    "Ready to go (Y/n)?" Mrs. Jeon asked. I jumped, forgetting Jungkook's parents were there. They were so silent the whole time. It felt as if it was just me and Jungkook. I nodded my head reluctantly, turning one last time to see that Jungkook had already boarded his flight and was on his way to Seoul.
    When we got back to the Jeon house, everyone was silent. The house felt so empty without Jungkook's laughter filling the corridors. Without his smile to brighten up the rooms. It was just quiet. Mr. Jeon clapped his hands and tried to strike up conversation to get rid of the silence, but the emptiness was unavoidable. I glanced down at my ring before walking off telling the two that I'd be cleaning.
    After I was done with my job, I packed up my clothes from last night. I headed out and passed Jungkook's room. I glanced in and saw his messy bed. I slowly entered the room and glanced around the place. Overwatch wasn't on on his computer. His clothes from last night weren't left carelessly on the floor. I could feel hot tears press against the back of my eyes. I walked to Jungkook's desk and grabbed the drawings of me. That's when it hit me.
    He was gone. I wouldn't see him for years. If he isn't successful then his dream won't be fulfilled and he won't be the same. If he is successful he won't have time for me and he won't be the same. Either way it was a lose-lose situation and it would never be like it was before. I broke into tears and clutched his desk. Nothing would be the same. My cleaning days will be dull. I won't get kisses on my nose or Jungkook's playful remarks anymore. I won't feel the touch of his skin or the smell of his body.
    I sat down, choking on my sobs. Everything felt so empty without him. Nothing would be the same because when I have a breakdown, he won't be there to reassure me that I still have something to live for. If he becomes a famous kpop idol, he'll meet plenty of girls who are his fans or from other kpop groups. He'll meet girls with good skin that isn't scarred. Girls who won't panic at the thought of their last. Girls who still have a loving mother they can take Jungkook to meet. Girls who can sing and dance, who have actual talent.
    I'm just a rock holding him down. Dead weight. As long as he wears that ring, he won't be able to kiss any other girl. He won't be able to love any other girl. Because of me, Jungkook will be held back his entire life. I walked to his bed and saw a small sticky note on the pillow.
Please don't cry because I'm gone, Jagiya. Be happy that we loved, and that we still love eachother <3 -Your Jungkookie